"Nothing much. I'm just placing a curse on you..." Vizet said calmly, "and on the organization you belong to."
"I've already explained the curse's effect to you. As long as someone joins your organization, bad things will happen."
"Oh, right!" He paused, then added, "The effective range of this curse... is quite broad. As long as they fit the definition of your organization, they'll become targets of my curse."
"You devil!" Joseph Bonanno roared, spittle spraying from his mouth, only to bounce back and land on his own face, twisted with fury.
"You have no idea what you're doing! Those people will be driven mad by pain and illness! They can't live without my hallucinogens! Only I can give them a moment of peace!"
His voice was filled with grief and indignation, as if he were truly thinking of others. "I gave them the choice to escape their pain. They need those things! You don't understand at all!"
"You're hurting countless people protected by hallucinogens! Retribution will come for you! You'll be punished by God! You demon! God will absolutely punish you!"
As he cursed, he widened his eyes and glared fixedly at Vizet, trying to find the slightest hint of hesitation on his face.
"So that's how it is..." Vizet said. "It's all right. In fact, whether those people suffer the curse isn't entirely up to me. Many people's thoughts will gather together and complete this curse with me."
"It's very simple if they don't want to suffer the curse. They just have to leave the organization. In fact, all the things you're quibbling about... sorry... all the things you're 'worried' about, I've already taken them into account."
"And you've reminded me too. Some people may indeed be victims. As for you, the perpetrator, I'll have to pay special