Cameraman Never Dies-Chapter 78: A Very Misguided Monday

Finn was lying inside his room when he came to, watching the wooden ceiling. He looked around, confused. "Wasn’t I working on the farmland?" He removed the old blanket and got up from the bed. "When did I sleep, did I finish the ploughing?"

He looked out through the window and gazed at the quiet road. It used to be a bustling place every morning and evening, but why was it so quiet?

Utterly confused and distraught, he pushed his bedroom door open to reach the dining area. The entire wooden house was eerily quiet. He wasn’t the type to believe in daylight ghosts, but now... well, things felt different.

"Teresa?" he called out to his cousin, who lived with him and his sickly mother since her parents had long passed. "Mom?"

His voice echoed, and with each step he took, the heavy weight of uncertainty pressed down on him. What had happened before he went to sleep? As he tried to recall, a chill ran down his spine, the answer just out of reach, teasing him like a forgotten nightmare.

Judge and Lucifer watched Finn as he slowly clutched his temporal area with both his hands, he was walking around like a drunkard with a hangover that got too intense.

Finn screamed as he flailed his head around, only stopping after hitting his head on the cupboard. Judge held back a laugh, this was too funny to watch.

Lucifer looked at the scene nonchalantly, he was dismayed at the kind of person the Observer had chosen to serve a god.

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This farmboy had nothing to his name, Asmodeus and Gabriel were both strong when they were taken in to serve their master. But he did not want to doubt Observers intuitions, after all— he could see something Lucifer cannot.

He watched as Finn fell to the floor, he knew his name because it was him who recorded the scene of his dear friend’s explosive send off.

Finn lay on the floor, motionless. He was exhausted mentally, but he was not unconscious. Both of them waited patiently for Finn to make a move, watching some guy lay on the floor was not something Lucifer would call an entertaining time pass, yet here he was.

Finn twitched internally, he felt like he was having a stroke— and he never had one before. His mind was now completely blank, he could not think of anything... no, he was afraid to think of anything.

He had lost his friend, he did not know where his mother and cousin went, and the village road that had people sleeping on it even at midnight, was now completely desolate.

He decided to drink some beer to refresh his mind it was definitely not working properly, he could not even utter tears. Going to the kitchen, he took a small bottle of amber liquid from underneath a plank that was on a corner.

He took a mug from inside the rack and went back to the dining area to have a drink. He sat down and uncorked the bottle, it had been a few days since he had hid it. "Tastes like iron." He complained as he took his first sip.

After drinking a whole glass, he just sat there, covering his face with both his hands. Slowly, the beer started to affect his mind. His head began to shake as he started to shed tears, he could still not believe it, maybe it was all a dream, or he was still dreaming.

But deep inside, he knew that it was all real, he had lost his brother from another mother. He clutched his hair in agony, and a slight thought of suicide crossed his mind... No, he still had his mother and cousin to take care of.

The thought of an empty house and the desolate street did not matter to him anymore, he thought of how his friend had died, pulling his ears.

Derek had suddenly exploded, first the head, then the body. His whole view turned red and he slammed the table loudly. He poured himself another drink, the taste was very pale, yet he still drank it to relieve himself.

The second glass turned his thoughts again in a different direction— who had killed Derek? He was a man without any training in ether, so he obviously did not know. But the thirst for revenge was evident on his face.

...

Judge was looking eagerly at Finn, but his posture was unchanging and let out none of his emotions. He waited patiently as he watched the changing emotions on Finn’s face.

He wanted to head in after Finn had his first mug of beer, but decided to wait a bit more. And he was finally rewarded for his patience.

"It is time," Judge said to Lucifer as he watched the changing facial expressions of Finn, it went from confusion, to distress, and finally to anger. He grinned as he saw that.

Judge did not remove his mask, it played a key role in his identity as the Observer. But he deactivated his recording state and materialized behind Finn, silently and waiting for his moment to speak. Lucifer did not materialize, he had Judge’s orders, ’Do not leave the observer state unless I order you to’.

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Finn poured himself another mug of beer, his hands trembling slightly as the glass bottle clinked against the metal rim. His mind swirled with grief, anger, and confusion, and the alcohol only dulled the edges of it, doing nothing to ease the gnawing ache in his chest.

He downed the drink in a few gulps, his face contorting with bitterness.

"Why did this happen?" he muttered to no one, staring blankly at the table before him. His thoughts lingered on Derek, his head that had exploded in front of him in a gruesome, horrifying spectacle. "Who did this?"

His voice cracked, and for a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of his shallow breaths. He slammed his fist onto the table again, the wooden surface creaking under the force. "I swear... I’ll make them pay."

At that moment, Finn’s eyes flickered with something new— resolve. But just as the fire of vengeance began to ignite, a voice, cold and deliberate, broke through the daze.

"Revenge is a powerful motivator," the deep voice whispered from behind him, sending a chill racing down Finn’s spine.