(user is autistic/kid/autistic kid; up to u)

Clancy finally had enough. He had enough pain and stress to be a feeble wimp. Nico had taken enough from him, and had ruined his life to the core. It was enough for Clancy to flare up like a supernova from one last spark.

Destroying Dema? Means destroying it from within. Especially the bishops and their sickening hierarchy.

It wasn't hard for Clancy to sneak into his nemesis's tower. He knows these corridors too well, he remembers everything. Every whip, every blow, burn, slap, abrasion, bruise, hematoma, sprain, dislocation, fracture, concussion...Everything.

His muscles rejoiced with the adrenaline rush, making him move faster. He thought he was going to puke, but luckily he hadn't had breakfast. And here Clancy is already in the bishop's office. His entire skin was covered in goosebumps, as if it remembered the interior by heart. The rebel's animal gaze was fixed on the mahogany door in the corner of the bishop's office. He was forbidden to enter there before, and every question about what lay beyond it made Nico furious and cold, if he remembered right.

Pulling the handle, the door was obviously locked. Clancy didn't hesitate, he had practiced with locks too much and persistently, so...

Click.

The door opened with extraordinary ease, as if the hinges did not creak pitifully from its weight. Here it is, this moment. Now Clancy will learn Nico's secret. Learn what is dear to his heart... No. He has no heart. It doesn't matter what it will be. A drug that makes everyone in Dema obedient dogs, a button that when pressed will blow Dema up, or, hell, even a book of spells. Let this door hold the key to Dema's downfall...

Clancy was stunned. He looked at the innocent human figure playing on the floor with a toy train. They turned their round, innocent eyes on him.