Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Luke's eyes opened slowly. He noticed the canopy bed ceiling above him, one that wasn't his.

In an instant, he remembered what had happened just a few hours ago during the night.

'I did it...' Luke thought, raising his fist in triumph.

He had done it with Wednesday for the first time!

He had had sexual intercourse before, though not many, but this was the best night of his life. He couldn't compare the previous girls to Wednesday.

It was even better than killing Sabrina, Sebastian, and Atlas! It was more exhausting and, at various moments, he had been dominated—unlike his previous battles.

Even though it was her first time (Wednesday herself had told him after he asked), the gothic girl seemed like an expert.

Why is she a genius at everything? For a second, Luke doubted Wednesday's claim that it was her first time. Yet, it made no sense for her to lie about it, since she never lies about trivial matters.

'If I die now, I have no regrets,' Luke thought with a faint smile.

He turned his head to look at Wednesday, who was lying on her side of the bed, perfectly still and sleeping. She rested completely straight, in a flawless position, with her arms crossed over her chest like a corpse.

Unfortunately for Luke, after finishing that with her, Wednesday had put on her pajamas. A black set adorned with tiny miniature skeletons scattered across the fabric. Meanwhile, Luke was shirtless and wearing only boxers.

'Is she alive?' Luke wondered as he slowly leaned closer to Wednesday's face.

She was completely still—not a hair moved. Could she possibly have some vampire lineage?

Just as he was about to touch her cheek, Wednesday's eyes opened, and she rose robotically, just like a vampire emerging from its coffin.

"What are you doing?" Wednesday asked, turning her head slowly toward Luke, who backed away with a startled expression.

"Don't scare me like that. I was just making sure you were still alive. Maybe something happened to you after last night," Luke said with a teasing smile.

"Ha, ha. Aren't you giving yourself too much credit? I did more than you," Wednesday said, laughing in an obviously fake and theatrical way.

Luke dropped his mocking grin because, well, she had a point—not that she did more than him, but he did not take on the job alone.

"We both did well. Equal credit for both of us. Case closed," Luke said, getting out of bed.

"Case reopened. Considering you already had experience during your pathetic womanizing phase, I did a better job for it being my first time," Wednesday said coldly, recalling certain rumors from last year at Nevermore involving Luke.

Luke's expression darkened at the memory of that time. It wasn't his fault! Edgar had tempted him, and besides, so many girls had approached him. What heterosexual man wouldn't give in under such conditions if he was single?

"Fine, you win this time," Luke said as his pants flew toward him.

"It's good you admit it," Wednesday replied, satisfied as she observed Luke's toned, shirtless torso. She noticed small pinprick wounds on his chest, as if someone had pierced him.

'His blood tastes good,' Wednesday thought, glancing at her fingertips. On some of them, traces of dried blood were still visible.

"By the way…" Luke began after dressing, hesitating about whether to ask or not. Finally, he worked up the courage.

"Did you have a good time?"

He did have a good time and from the conversation he just had with Wednesday it also sounds like she enjoyed it, but he wanted to make sure.

"Yes," Wednesday answered curtly but sincerely. That was enough for Luke. He knew his girlfriend wouldn't lie just to spare his feelings. She was critical of everything and everyone.

"That's good," Luke said, relieved.

"See you at breakfast," he added as he headed to the door. It was nearly two in the afternoon, but the good thing about the Addams family was that they had breakfast much later than usual.

Wednesday's grandmother always prepared breakfast around two-thirty, almost three in the afternoon.

'He's already gotten used to Grandmama's cooking,' Wednesday thought with a barely perceptible smile.

...

Luke reached his room and was about to turn on his MacBook when he received a telepathic message.

[Go to the forest. Away from the mansion. 5 km is far enough.]

It was Edgar. Luke was surprised by the serious tone in the voice of his great-great-grandfather's ghost. It was rare to hear him sound so grave, and it had been a long time since they had spoken.

Since arriving at the Addams mansion, Edgar had rarely left the amulet, and his communication with Luke had diminished significantly. They barely exchanged a few words.

At one point, Luke had been angry after learning the truth about his parents, but his anger toward Edgar had quickly faded. Blaming him would have been pointless. Even so, they still didn't speak much.

Luke wanted to talk more with his great-great-grandfather, but the answers he got were curt, and it seemed like Edgar was in some kind of hibernation or something similar.

Luke grabbed the amulet, put it around his neck, and flew out the window. He had removed the wooden planks covering the window some time ago. Unlike Wednesday, he didn't want to look pale like a corpse or a vampire.

He ventured into the forest and, before long, reached an area 5 km away from the Addams mansion. He landed near a tree and told Edgar he could come out.

For the first time in a long while, Edgar's ghostly form emerged from the amulet and surfaced again. Edgar didn't mind spending months inside, as he had already spent thirteen years trapped, waiting for Luke.

'Can ghosts get dark circles under their eyes?' Luke wondered, a little surprised at Edgar's face, which looked tired compared to the last time he'd seen him.

"How have you been, kid?" Edgar asked with his usual smile.

[Fine, though that doesn't seem to be the case for you. What have you been doing in there? Are you really that afraid to come out at the Addams mansion?] Luke asked, meaning no offense. He couldn't understand why Edgar was so cautious or whether there was actually a way for him to be detected.

For hundreds of years, Edgar had helped the Poe descendants. It would be strange if he could suddenly be detected now. Supposedly, only someone with Poe blood could see him—so how could they even hurt him? Although Luke remembered Natasha mentioning that it was possible to harm him despite being a ghost.

"It seems my tired face is giving me away. I haven't worked this hard in a long time. As for the Addams mansion, it's possible I could be detected by clairvoyant psychics or certain types of sorcery, but I'm not afraid of that. I just used it as an excuse so you wouldn't bother me," Edgar replied, stroking his mustache.

Being a ghost for hundreds of years, Edgar had learned how to hide and avoid detection, even from clairvoyants or individuals skilled in sorcery. Thanks to this, the Spellmans never discovered that Edgar had been aiding the Poe descendants for many years.

'I knew it… you old liar,' Luke thought.

[So, what were you doing that required you to stay locked inside the amulet?] Luke asked.

"Searching for the whereabouts of the Poe soul weapon," Edgar replied, and Luke was stunned by the answer.

Before attending Nevermore, he wouldn't have known what a soul weapon was. But now, he had that knowledge.

The six most prominent psychic families held their positions due to their inheritance and legacy. The most significant aspect of this legacy was the soul weapon—a unique and supernatural artifact passed down through generations.

Soul weapons were the symbols of a clan leader's authority.

The term "soul weapon" originated from the fact that the previous wielder would leave their soul and powers within the weapon upon their death, forming part of the inheritance for their blood heir.

This allowed them to pass on their will and beliefs through the weapon. Soul weapons became more powerful with each generation due to the accumulation of new souls and, consequently, more power.

In addition to their auras, psychics were at the top of the hierarchy for this reason. However, among all the psychic families in America, only the six great families possessed such weapons—a very small percentage.

[Can you search for its location?] Luke asked, confused.

Edgar had previously told Luke that the Poe soul weapon was last used in a battle near Ohio. This occurred when Natasha became separated from her parents as they were being pursued by the Spellmans.

After that, the weapon was lost. Because Soul Weapons are vessels for a large number of souls and are imbued with the aura of psychics, they are sentient beings. This gives them certain methods to avoid being captured by enemies and destroyed, although such a task is still very challenging.

"Yes, I have my methods. Although I haven't found it yet, I'm close. I need to pinpoint its exact location so you can find it and bond with it. It's near the border between Ohio and Pennsylvania," Edgar said.

When Natasha was separated from Luke's parents, she headed toward Kentucky, while John and Sophie went deeper into Ohio. They hid the evidence between Sunnyvale and Shadyside before continuing their flight to mislead the Spellmans and draw them away from the hiding spot.

Now, Luke understood—based on what Edgar had just said—that his parents must have headed to Pennsylvania after hiding the evidence. It was there that they had their final battle before they died.

"When you acquire our family's soul weapon, your strength will increase significantly. You'll have a great advantage over those bastards," Edgar said with a smile.

[Why? They also have their soul weapon] Luke remarked.

"Yes, but remember that Edward never died, and many others made deals with demons, so their weapon hasn't grown stronger in a long time. On the other hand, our soul weapon has become far more powerful with all the heirs who died in battle and placed their souls within it," Edgar explained.

After all, it turned out to be an advantage that Edward and the others were immortal and couldn't enhance their soul weapons. Furthermore, their souls could no longer be placed into their weapon since they had made deals with demons.

"Mm," Luke nodded.

The two talked for a while longer. It would be best if Edgar could find the exact location before classes started on September 1st. That way, Luke, Natasha, and Wednesday could head there first before going to Sunnyvale and Shadyside.

It would be better for Luke to get his hands on the soul weapon before spending an indefinite amount of time in those two small towns, where their enemies could show up at any moment.

However, Edgar wasn't optimistic about this. They might extend their stay at the Addams mansion, but that would require a discussion with Gomez and Morticia. Additionally, they wouldn't want their daughter missing school.

After that brief conversation, Edgar returned to the collar to continue his task. Luke didn't have time to talk about what he and Wednesday were planning: stealing the demonic book, reviving Crackstone, and facing him.

'When he's free, I'll tell him,' Luke thought as he flew back to the mansion.

The summer break passed faster than Luke would have liked. Finally, August 15th arrived—the day of the lunar eclipse.

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