Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 45: Two stubborn people



"That's it? How was the fight?" asked Luke, who was really hooked on the story of Edgar's epic death.

"Our fight lasted a couple of hours. If I have to recount it it will take too long. I died in the town of Richmond that day, but I managed to assassinate Elton," said Edgar lazily recounting the whole fight.

'He managed to kill one?' thought Luke, looking respectfully at his great-great-grandfather. He faced two psychics who had their powers augmented by demons, still, he was able to take one to his grave.

'Wait... Richmond...? That name rings a bell,' Luke thought, starting to rummage through his memory. Thanks to his photographic memory it didn't take him ten seconds to find then/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

answer.

"Your fight destroyed Richmond, Kentucky!?" asked Luke in surprise. In normie school, he had studied in his history class about this disaster which for normies had been caused by nature.

Overnight the town of 10,000 people was completely destroyed. More than 85% of the inhabitants died, and not a single building was left standing. Public opinion accepted that it was an earthquake or something like that.

"Yes. Unfortunately, many innocent normies died. Edward and Elton's fire and ice power was mighty. I couldn't contain myself and used my telekinesis to the fullest," Edgar replied regretfully.

'Jericho has the same inhabitants,' thought Luke, surprised by the degree of destruction.

Luke thought the level of power in Wednesday's world was no big deal. In the series, the fight to the death between Wednesday and Crackstone was no big deal. The school wasn't even destroyed.

If a person with Edgar's power were to go into a city and no one had the power to stop him he could create a huge massacre. Normie's weapons are not efficient against the power of a telekinetic like Edgar in the past.

"In your story, there seemed to be an organization that was in charge of eliminating demons or looking for information about people who may be in contact with them. So it sounds like it's a big crime if you make deals with them," Luke said, and Edgar nodded.

"If that's the case. All we have to do is get proof that the Spellmans are in contact with demons. That way the whole outcast society will turn against the Spellmans," Luke added.

If they pull this off, Luke won't be at a disadvantage and won't have to go up against a family hundreds of years old with wealth, numbers, and power alone.

"Easier said than done. When Elmira arrived at Poe Manor, she explained the situation to my brother. They tried to retrieve the evidence Elmira hid but were intercepted by the Spellmans. From that failure Poe's downfall began," Edgar said, gnashing his teeth.

"The Spellman family has a lot of power within the outcast society. Their hands reach everywhere. For everyone to turn against them we need truthful evidence. The Spellmans took it upon themselves to destroy the evidence that Elmira had collected," he added, shaking his head.

"So you want me to take them out by myself?" asked Luke with a grimace. The Poe family in their splendor could not accomplish that task. It would be unrealistic for Luke alone to eradicate the Spellmans.

While he was very confident in his skills and talent, he was not an arrogant idiot. He could take on a Hyde or Crackstone, but this was already another level.

"Of course not. That task is nearly impossible. Do you think I asked your father and other ancestors to send themselves headlong against an invincible boss? The approach must be different. We must collect evidence. That way, the other ancient outcast families whether they be psychics, werewolves, or vampires, will decide to attack the Spellmans," Edgar replied.

"Of course, in addition to that, you must kill Edward and as many members of the Spellmans as possible," he added with a ghoulish grin.

"I understand. If Edward made a deal with a demon so many years ago, he must have collected many souls of normies and even outcasts. Don't the others realize that?" asked Luke.

Since Edgar's fight against the two Spellman brothers, more than a hundred years have passed. How many souls must Edward have collected? He must have many massacres on his hands by now.

"True, but there's a problem. Edward doesn't act directly. He usually manipulates outcasts to do his soul-collecting work. That way it's very difficult for him to get caught. For example, he can control an insane witch to slaughter many normies and collect the souls he needs," Edgar explained.

"Your parents besides saving you, did not die in vain. The evidence they collected is not as good as Elmira's, but it will save you a lot of time. Natasha must be taking care of finding that evidence. You just have to keep training," he added, and Luke nodded reluctantly. He wanted to have real fights to the death, though of course not against Edward Spellman or it would be the end of his short life.

"Didn't anyone in the outcast society do anything while two ancient families of psychics were at war?" asked Luke doubtfully. Although he knew it was a grudge that was believed to be personal, and they didn't know there were demons, it would be strange if no one would pry. Especially, when Edgar was considered the most powerful psychic of his time and the Poe family was in its golden age.

"No. You must understand that the outcast society has different customs and laws. No matter how much two ancient families conflict no one will interfere. It doesn't matter if it's over a stupid grudge or a minor conflict. They will only meddle if there are demons involved or if they involve innocent third parties in their fight," Edgar replied.

"I understand... By the way, why didn't Natasha ever give me the necklace where you were resting? That way, I could have started training properly much earlier," asked Luke. He always had this doubt in his mind, and now that Edgar was answering everything it was time

to ask.

"Do you think the necklace is an old family heirloom?" asked Edgar with an amused smile that pissed Luke off.

"Yes, what else?"

"It's just an old necklace of no value... When I accompanied your father it was inside a ring. My powerful soul and the Poe blood, which continues in you, is what keeps me in this world as a ghost, but mostly the Poe blood. If the bloodline ends my soul will dissipate in a short time. I must rest and the best rest for ghosts are old objects like this necklace. When your father was about to die I had to find a new object in which you could find me, so I went to the Poe mansion in Boston. Natasha had no way of knowing which object it was on," Edgar explained

patiently.

'Blood has a lot of importance in this world...' thought Luke, remembering that Goody Addams had also told Wednesday that her blood was the key.

"Mm, I understand... How did you know I'd grab that necklace? You could have been stuck in that necklace forever," Luke commented.

"I gambled, and it was only logical that you would at some point visit your future home. As for Natasha, her mission was to keep you hidden, so that you wouldn't be found or rather that they wouldn't think there was an heir left alive," Edgar replied and Luke nodded.

"Mm. Lots of information. I'll go to sleep," Luke said wearily. It wasn't dark yet, but a lot of exhausting things happened on that day. He fought Enid verbally, fought Sabrina Spellman to the death, and learned about his family history.

...

The next day's classes were uncomfortable for Luke. He usually hung out with Enid, but with the previous day's fight, the two ignored each other.

Enid's gaze landed on Luke several times, but she decided to stay away. She was angry, and although the last thing she said to him could be misinterpreted, she was still upset about Luke's attitude towards her mother.

As for Luke, he had no plans to talk to Enid either. He felt no guilt. Enid's father and siblings had had a great time, so why should he be to blame if her crazy mother got mad over some

stupid jokes?

They were both very stubborn and would not back down. It was a fight of attrition. The first one to get close to the other would lose.

In this way, the days went by. Luke and Enid didn't speak to each other and continued to

ignore each other.

"What's wrong with you? You look sad," said Yoko, who was having breakfast together with Enid and Divina in the cafeteria.

"Nothing. I just remembered that Luke loves apples, and I always peel them for him," said Enid in a depressed voice, looking at the apple on Divina's plate.

Yoko and Divina looked at each other and sighed slightly. They were already aware of Enid's fight with Luke. These days Enid was glued to them, and that was weird since she was always

with Luke.

"I should have picked a banana," Divine muttered.

"Can't he peel an apple?" asked Yoko with a raised eyebrow.

"No. He's very clumsy. He always ends up making a mess," said Enid with a smile,

remembering Luke trying to peel an apple.

'Look at the expression you get when you talk about him...' thought Yoko with a roll of her

eyes. Although she didn't entirely like her best friend's boyfriend, she couldn't deny that Enid

was very happy with him. So, if Enid is happy, is she.

"Stop behaving like ten-year-old kids and sort yourselves out. It's your first fight, and it looks like it's the end of the world," said Yoko forcefully.

"I'm not talking to him..." said Enid, stubbornly crossing her arms.

"Then stop bringing it up every ten seconds," Yoko muttered irritably. They couldn't talk

about any subject, as Enid always related it to Luke or something she did with him.

"Ugh... I miss him so much," muttered Enid, leaning her head on the table and looking

towards Luke, who was eating breakfast next to Xavier and Ajax.

At the other table.

"I'm getting tired of seeing your depressed face," said Xavier as he took a bite of his toast.

"I'm not depressed. My face is the same as always," Luke growled.

"Still not talking to you with Enid?" asked Ajax, and Luke nodded.

Ajax was Sabrina's boyfriend. That is, of the person who tried to kill him, but Luke didn't care.

It was better that his assassin was Sabrina since he could defeat her.

It had been a week since he stopped talking to Enid. At first, he thought he would have no

trouble ignoring her, but he was very wrong. He thought that by not having to put up with Enid's enthusiasm in the mornings, he would be better off, but that wasn't the case.

'Do I miss her?' thought Luke in confusion. He never thought his mood could drop so low just

by not talking to Enid.

"Just be a man and talk to her. I always do with Bianca, and look at me here I am," Xavier said with little patience. He could no longer stand Luke being around all day like he had no soul.

He couldn't play video games, and at the archery club, everyone noticed Luke's performance

was down these days.

"This is the 21st century. Relationships should have gender equality. Why does the man always have to come forward to apologize?" said Luke, who had no plans to talk to Enid no

matter how much he missed her.

"Whatever," said Xavier, knowing Luke's stubbornness knew no bounds.

"Peel this apple for me," said Luke, passing a red apple to Xavier.

"You do it," said Xavier. He didn't feel like it, and he wasn't good at peeling apples either.

"Tsch that's mean," said Luke with a grimace.

'I kind of miss her...' thought Luke, looking slyly towards Enid, who was sitting with Yoko and

Divina.

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