Monday 24 October 2016
Chapter 17 - Ivy the Dryad
Cyrus left the town of Dunfolk and headed to the port city of Grand Mariner. Being a large trading port, it would be logical place that would have a teleportation portal.
Based on the map of Alamander that Miranda gave him, the Martial Realm Academy was a large city in its own right. It wasn’t a small secluded school like the Abominable Abyss, rather a large city campus.
He was unsure if the teleportation portals will connect directly to the Martial Realm Academy, or will he have to go to the nearest city which was Aragoth, the capital of Alamander.
As he traveled, the roads began to get congested with other travelers. It appeared that there was a checkpoint which was manned by mages and warriors.
At a glance, Cyrus could see that this group was quite powerful. There were 20 warriors and 4 mages in total. Each mage was at least a level 1 mage and among the warriors, they were at least level 7 squires.
As Cyrus arrived at the checkpoint, the mages looked at Cyrus.
“You! Remove your cloak and state your name and purpose” commanded a mage
Cyrus removed his cloak, revealing his dark elf face and silky white hair
Instantly the warriors surrounded Cyrus and his horse, with their weapons unsheathed and ready to attack him.
“My name is Grim. I am headed to Grand Mariner for leasure” Cyrus answered
“And what makes you think you would be welcome in Grand Mariner?” asked the mage as he brandished his staff.
“I don't see how this is any of your business” said Cyrus, his hands loosening his grips on the reins and dropping his left hand low. .
“Do you want to die?” asked the mage as his staff conjured a fireball that floated in the air above the fire mage. The other magicians started conjuring as well.
It was obvious they didn't like him. Dark elves had a bad reputation for being an evil race, and many would kill a dark elf on sight. Of course Cyrus knew this, but being a dark elf in disguise was better than showing his true self.
Cyrus smiled and released his killing intent. Suddenly all the 4 mages' spells faltered as they lost concentration and foamed at their mouths as they passed out.
Cyrus released his seal from this left hand that pierced all 4 mages' chests, straight into their hearts. Then as the red seal flew back to him, 4 other seals flew out of the mages' chests.
As the 4 were official level 1 mages and were more powerful than him, each death created a new seal.
One could see that the seals were in different colors. The original seal was bright red, while one of them was flaming red, another one was ice blue, while the other two were cyan.
"A fire mage, an ice mage and two wind mages" muttered Cyrus to himself as he held his left hand up and the five seals circled around his hands menacingly.
The other people on the road were terrified and started fleeing, leaving Cyrus standing there by himself, surrounded by the warriors.
They conjured up their courage and charged forth to kill him.
Cyrus gave a mental order and all 5 seals rushed to separate targets and each seal flew through the bodies of one warrior after another. No matter how they defended, the red seal sliced through shields and armor like wet tissue paper.
While the original red seal ate through each victim's body, the red fire seal burned directly through, leaving a burnt hole. The ice seal left a hole in the victim's body surrounded by ice. The two wind seals merely left a clean hole through its victims.
However, when they all returned to Cyrus' left hand, they sated his hunger and made his level rise ever so slightly.
He didn't bother with using his killer intent as these squire level warriors were all beneath his attention, letting his seals slaughter them.
As the warriors were not level 1 warrior level but were rather mere squire levels, there were no new seals formed.
Cyrus immediately swiped all their belongings into his spatial ring and the red seals all disappeared back into his left hand.
There were 24 mercenaries that were killed, including 4 level 1 mages and 20 squire level warriors. Their energies flowed into his body from the red seals and as he sat under a nearby tree, he refined the energies into his body.
Within minutes he discovered that his level had increased to a level 5 acolyte level.
“That’s all? I killed 4 level 1 mages and 20 squires and this is all? It would appear leveling up will take longer than I thought” said Cyrus as he looked for his horse to continue his journey.
He discovered that his horse had ran away, but the mercenaries had a large eagle nearby with a saddle on top. Happily, he created a rune and placed in on the eagle to control it and then boarded it and took off.
He also removed Dani's skin and clothes, deciding to wear the set of clothes he bought in Dunfolk. Disguising as Grim got him in as much trouble anyway.
He flew up high into the sky and headed for Grand Mariner. Flying would save him several days of traveling and he wondered if he could bring his eagle with him through the teleportation portal.
As he was flying, and since he was being hunted, he flew in a straight line toward Grand Mariner, rather than following the winding roads.
After a few hours, he was flying over dense forests when he heard a loud commotion that sounded like a epic battle between colossal forces.
His flight path seemed to be taking him directly to the battle as the sounds got louder and louder.
In the distance, he watched as a giant oak tree appeared to be battling a group of monstrous apes that were over 20 foot tall.
“Demon Apes” thought Cyrus. They were level 1 demonic creatures, the equivalent to a level 1 mage or level 1 knight.
There were 7 of them, and their leader looked like a level 3 golden demon ape with horns. They were battling a large oak tree who was carrying and protecting a pretty dryad on its branches.
Cyrus realized that the demon apes were after the dryad. By eating her, they would grow several levels more powerful. A dryad was rare and considered a treasure, even by humans.
As Cyrus arrived closer, the demon apes were busy destroying the oak tree, which was already dying in agony. Its branches were being ripped off and bitten off and as the oak tree was fading, the nymph was also dying as their lives were linked.
The eagle landed nearby and Cyrus jumped off heroically. His left hand released his seals that flew into the fray.
Within moments, 6 of the demon apes were killed as the seals flew through them. However, the seals could not penetrate the tough hide of the level 3 golden demon ape!
Cyrus lifted his right hand and used the rune's power of attraction to pull the dryad to him as the runes buzzed around the golden demon ape, infuriating and distracting it.
By now, there were 6 new seals formed from the other level 1 demon apes. Each of them were dark lack in color similar to the fur on the demon apes.
Cyrus regretted running away and not picking up the monster cores from the 6 killed demon apes. But the dryad was fading fast.
Cyrus looked at the pretty dryad and opened her legs, immediately pushing open her vaginal lips wide, exposing her cervix and imprinting a rune on it with his penis, enslaving her.
He felt his body changing again. Level 6 acolyte!
"Magical creatures. Fucking a dryad and killing 6 demon apes only got a 1 level upgrade" he thought to himself.
She gasped as the felt the loss of her freedom and could not resist as the last remnant of her life force was fading.
Cyrus retrieved the seed of the monster vines he created and drew a rune between her breasts to implant the seed into her heart.
Then he cast a spell on her body, merging her life force with the life force in the seed. Instantly, her eyes opened and she looked at him.
She stood up and vines came out of her ass and entwined with his body.
“My name is Ivy, who are you master?” asked the Dryad
“I am Cyrus, and you are mine now” said Cyrus as he pulled off his mask that was made out of Dani’s skin and they embraced and made love on the back of the eagle.
This was the first time Cyrus has had sex with a magical creature like her. Dryads are by their magical nature very sexually attractive, and spawned countless legends of their beauty. However, they were powerful in the forest, and normal humans would not be able to go near one, let alone make love to one.
Both their bodies entwined as Cyrus took pleasure in every pump into Ivy's body. On the other hand, Ivy was lost in her lust, being made love to by this strange, powerful yet seemingly low level acolyte.
Chapter 16 - From Dani to Grim
He stripped naked and took a leisurely bath in the middle of his room. As he finished his bath, he stood up with a towel and called out “You can come out now. I’m still unarmed”
A dark figure emerged from the shadows. “You knew I was there?”
“Of course I knew you were waiting for me in my room. Would you like to join me?” Cyrus asked as he pumped his fully erect cock.
The assassin was a female dark elf. She had extremely dark skin, and although hidden under her black cloak, one could see she was quite beautiful.
She was holding duel daggers that glow a blood red color, one on each hand. This signified that the daggers had a vampiric ability to absorb life-force as it cut its victims.
“No, but I think I will keep that as a souvenir” she said lewdly as she pointed her dagger at his large cock.
“At least tell me your name. We can have some fun before you kill me” smiled Cyrus.
By now the assassin was unnerved by how calm Cyrus was. Wasn’t he merely a level 3 acolyte? Why was he not scared of her?
“My name is Dani. Are you not scared of death?” she asked.
“No. Since I know many assassins were sent to kill me, I might as well enjoy myself until I get killed” Cyrus smiled as he got up, dried himself and lay on his bed.
He even closed his eyes as he played with his cock and showed off his full erection
“Come on. Sit on it. We don’t have very long. There are more mages downstairs” he said as he closed his eyes and opened his hand out wide.
She didn’t hesitate any longer and walked towards him with both knives aimed at his vital points.
Suddenly, she stumbled and could not help but drop her weapons and fall to her knees and fell face first to the floor. Cyrus had used the rune on his left hand to absorb all her strength and stamina.
Cyrus quickly brought her to the bed and removed her pants and underwear and guided her to his erect cock to her pussy and impaled her..
He started pumping his cock in and out of her as he ripped through her virgin hymen. He started stripping her, exposing her sleek naked body.
She had dark black skin, which glowed an azure color in the moonlight. She had beautiful soft breasts which he started playing with his hands. Her eyes were wide open and tears were flowing down from it.
She was fully conscious, but somehow had lost every shred of strength she had. She couldn't resist and had to strain with all her might not to fall unconscious.
As he came in her, he started reading her mind. She was Dani Moonshadow, a lone survivor of a destroyed dark elf tribe many centuries ago during a great war in her land. She survived and fled, eventually becoming an assassin due to her dark elf superior speed, agility and dexterity.
Although she was centuries old, she still looked like she was merely 20 years old, young and beautiful. However, she was a renowned level 2 warrior assassin who had never failed. Her nickname was “The Shadow” and no one saw her as she killed them.
Cyrus was the first failure. Since she was there to kill him, he had no reservation to kill her. As he came inside her again, he absorbed her essence completely, leaving only bones and skin using his incubus abilities he absorbed from Miranda.
Suddenly, he felt it. Finally he had broken through to become a level 4 acolyte.
"It took absorbing a level 2 assassin to level up? Looks every level will get harder and harder" he thought to himself.
He captured her spirit and placed it in his spirit gem and kept it in his spatial ring.
Then he removed all the bones from inside her skin and kept them away and started wearing her skin.
Dani was a 5’8” dark elf female while Cyrus was only a 5’7” lean 15 year old teenage boy.
Thus he could still fit inside her skin, though barely. He looked at himself in the mirror as he pulled her face over his. It fit tightly, although not perfectly. However, under a cloak, he would be able to get away with it.
He looked at the empty breast skin and turned it inwards, becoming a set of pockets. He could see the outline of his still erect cock under the groin area of her skin, so he pulled his cock and poked it out of the vagina slit, for easy access.
He then dressed in her clothes and kept his own clothes in his spatial ring. Dani’s clothes consisted of a black silk shirt, black leather pants and a large Midnight Cloak. The Midnight Cloak was a special cloak worn by dark elves, making them merge into the night becoming nearly invisible
As he wore her clothes over her skin, he looked like a male dark elf, his body fitting perfectly under her skin. Her vampiric daggers gave him more inspiration. The daggers absorb lifeforce when stabbing a victim. This would be considered devouring magic too.
Just then, the door burst open as several magicians and mercenaries burst in.
Cyrus disappeared into the shadows to watch.
“There’s nobody here. Are you sure this is the right room?” asked one of the mages.
“Who goes there?” yelled one of the mages with extra senses. The whole group drew their weapons and faced the shadow that Cyrus was hidden in.
“My name is Grim” Cyrus said in a gruff voice as he appeared from the shadows with his hands unarmed.
“What are you doing here dark elf?” asked one of the mercenaries.
“Same thing you are. Looking for a bounty” Cyrus said, flipping his dagger out, then back into their sheathes again.
“So there is nobody here?” he asked again.
“As you can see, the bath is freshly drawn, but nobody is here. I followed him up the stairs but he disappeared the moment I got in.
The mercenaries nodded. They also found out that a young man was living in this room from the innkeeper.
“So Grim, would you like to follow us in the hunt? My name is Algram and this is my party the Demon Claws” the mercenary asked.
“I work alone. Besides, there is so many of you. Even if you manage to kill him, there wouldn’t be much left for me” he said.
“That’s true. Then go in peace dark elf” said Algram
Cyrus nodded and exited the window.
“Do you trust him?” asked one of the other mercenaries
“If he had killed the boy, there would be some evidence of a fight. It would appear that he vanished without a trace” said Algram.
With his new identity, Cyrus smiled to himself and walked to purchase a horse.
A dark figure emerged from the shadows. “You knew I was there?”
“Of course I knew you were waiting for me in my room. Would you like to join me?” Cyrus asked as he pumped his fully erect cock.
The assassin was a female dark elf. She had extremely dark skin, and although hidden under her black cloak, one could see she was quite beautiful.
She was holding duel daggers that glow a blood red color, one on each hand. This signified that the daggers had a vampiric ability to absorb life-force as it cut its victims.
“No, but I think I will keep that as a souvenir” she said lewdly as she pointed her dagger at his large cock.
“At least tell me your name. We can have some fun before you kill me” smiled Cyrus.
By now the assassin was unnerved by how calm Cyrus was. Wasn’t he merely a level 3 acolyte? Why was he not scared of her?
“My name is Dani. Are you not scared of death?” she asked.
“No. Since I know many assassins were sent to kill me, I might as well enjoy myself until I get killed” Cyrus smiled as he got up, dried himself and lay on his bed.
He even closed his eyes as he played with his cock and showed off his full erection
“Come on. Sit on it. We don’t have very long. There are more mages downstairs” he said as he closed his eyes and opened his hand out wide.
She didn’t hesitate any longer and walked towards him with both knives aimed at his vital points.
Suddenly, she stumbled and could not help but drop her weapons and fall to her knees and fell face first to the floor. Cyrus had used the rune on his left hand to absorb all her strength and stamina.
Cyrus quickly brought her to the bed and removed her pants and underwear and guided her to his erect cock to her pussy and impaled her..
He started pumping his cock in and out of her as he ripped through her virgin hymen. He started stripping her, exposing her sleek naked body.
She had dark black skin, which glowed an azure color in the moonlight. She had beautiful soft breasts which he started playing with his hands. Her eyes were wide open and tears were flowing down from it.
She was fully conscious, but somehow had lost every shred of strength she had. She couldn't resist and had to strain with all her might not to fall unconscious.
As he came in her, he started reading her mind. She was Dani Moonshadow, a lone survivor of a destroyed dark elf tribe many centuries ago during a great war in her land. She survived and fled, eventually becoming an assassin due to her dark elf superior speed, agility and dexterity.
Although she was centuries old, she still looked like she was merely 20 years old, young and beautiful. However, she was a renowned level 2 warrior assassin who had never failed. Her nickname was “The Shadow” and no one saw her as she killed them.
Cyrus was the first failure. Since she was there to kill him, he had no reservation to kill her. As he came inside her again, he absorbed her essence completely, leaving only bones and skin using his incubus abilities he absorbed from Miranda.
Suddenly, he felt it. Finally he had broken through to become a level 4 acolyte.
"It took absorbing a level 2 assassin to level up? Looks every level will get harder and harder" he thought to himself.
He captured her spirit and placed it in his spirit gem and kept it in his spatial ring.
Then he removed all the bones from inside her skin and kept them away and started wearing her skin.
Dani was a 5’8” dark elf female while Cyrus was only a 5’7” lean 15 year old teenage boy.
Thus he could still fit inside her skin, though barely. He looked at himself in the mirror as he pulled her face over his. It fit tightly, although not perfectly. However, under a cloak, he would be able to get away with it.
He looked at the empty breast skin and turned it inwards, becoming a set of pockets. He could see the outline of his still erect cock under the groin area of her skin, so he pulled his cock and poked it out of the vagina slit, for easy access.
He then dressed in her clothes and kept his own clothes in his spatial ring. Dani’s clothes consisted of a black silk shirt, black leather pants and a large Midnight Cloak. The Midnight Cloak was a special cloak worn by dark elves, making them merge into the night becoming nearly invisible
As he wore her clothes over her skin, he looked like a male dark elf, his body fitting perfectly under her skin. Her vampiric daggers gave him more inspiration. The daggers absorb lifeforce when stabbing a victim. This would be considered devouring magic too.
Just then, the door burst open as several magicians and mercenaries burst in.
Cyrus disappeared into the shadows to watch.
“There’s nobody here. Are you sure this is the right room?” asked one of the mages.
“Who goes there?” yelled one of the mages with extra senses. The whole group drew their weapons and faced the shadow that Cyrus was hidden in.
“My name is Grim” Cyrus said in a gruff voice as he appeared from the shadows with his hands unarmed.
“What are you doing here dark elf?” asked one of the mercenaries.
“Same thing you are. Looking for a bounty” Cyrus said, flipping his dagger out, then back into their sheathes again.
“So there is nobody here?” he asked again.
“As you can see, the bath is freshly drawn, but nobody is here. I followed him up the stairs but he disappeared the moment I got in.
The mercenaries nodded. They also found out that a young man was living in this room from the innkeeper.
“So Grim, would you like to follow us in the hunt? My name is Algram and this is my party the Demon Claws” the mercenary asked.
“I work alone. Besides, there is so many of you. Even if you manage to kill him, there wouldn’t be much left for me” he said.
“That’s true. Then go in peace dark elf” said Algram
Cyrus nodded and exited the window.
“Do you trust him?” asked one of the other mercenaries
“If he had killed the boy, there would be some evidence of a fight. It would appear that he vanished without a trace” said Algram.
With his new identity, Cyrus smiled to himself and walked to purchase a horse.
Chapter 15 - On The Run
Within the week, the Darstrong family had put out a bounty for Cyrus’ head and sent their own assassins after him.
Cyrus had already expected this after finding out who Dalmier was. However, he didn’t know how cruel the Darstrong family would be.
The Darstrong family had also sent mages to the Van Dume family to kill everyone from Cyrus’ family. They also commanded their mages to spread a plague that will kill everyone in the Barony of Van Dume, leaving it a barren wasteland.
However, Cyrus didn’t know all of this, otherwise he would have stayed and fought them directly. Instead, not knowing any better, he decided to flee since it was easier to not fight and risk his life for nothing.
He was after all, still officially a level 3 acolyte without his other powers.
He had tracked south towards warmer weather and was hiding in a cave deep in the forest roughly 200 km from the Abominable Abyss Academy.
He was assembling Theresa’s body the best he could. The runes on the floor started healing her body.
He realized that there was something in her vagina and as he pulled it out, he discovered it was Dalmier’s cock. He looked at it and pulled out the flesh of Dalmier's penis and threw it aside.
Using the penis skin and testicle sack, he made a purse and kept some coins in them. He didn’t want to use his spatial ring in public too much as spatial rings were rare and attracted too much attention.
Several hours later, Theresa’s body was completely healed and whole, however her spirit was gone.
At his mental command, she sat up and opened her eyes. But she was nothing more than a puppet.
He cleaned her up, as her mouth and pussy was still filled with Dalmier’s dried up cum.
Finally, he sat down and got her to sit on him and fuck him. As he hugged her naked body tightly, he finally cried and released all the tension from the last few days.
He then took out a emerald and started drawing runes all around the air and then attached the runes to the jewel. This was a spirit jewel that would be used to store spirits in the future.
He had been too late and didn’t manage to rescue Theresa’s spirit in time when Dalmier killed her. However, with a spirit jewel, he would be able to keep spirits in the future.
He got dressed. The only clothes he had was the acolyte robe that he was wearing that day. He didn’t even have any clothes for Theresa.
He looked at the note Miranda gave him. It was an introduction letter to Martial Realm Academy, the elite magical academy in the neighboring nation of Alamandar.
In Martial Realm, they didn’t form separate academies of magic, nor did they separate magic and knight school, rather they had a gigantic academy for all magical and knight arts.
This actually interested Cyrus as he found the study of only the dark arts in Abominable Abyss was too restrictive. The magics he encountered and faced not only from the acolytes but also from the teachers were too limited and predictable, even though they prided themselves as the school of unrestrained thought.
The inspiration he received from the Wall of Insight indicated that he needed to merge all magics, and thus perhaps this was the reason he was sent by Merlin to the Abominable Abyss.
Furthermore, with acolytes and squires mixing together, this would produce better rounded students that were comfortable with both physical fighting as well as magic.
The journey was over 1,000,000 km away and would take the better part of the year. However, if he could use a flying beast or even a teleportation portal from one of the major cities, it would be faster.
On the way, he intended to implement a few ideas inspired by the Wall of Insight regarding the Devouring magics. He wanted to find more and more ways to devour, using agents, objects and runes, all in ways to benefit his cultivation and overall strength.
Not knowing that the assassins had already overtaken him when he was hidden underground, he carefully reemerged from underground and walked to the nearby town of Dunfolk.
He bought himself a set of clothes and a cloak to hide himself. Unfortunately, the small town didn't have much in terms of clothes.
Not being in any hurry, he decided to have a nice meal in the nearby inn and stay the night.
During dinner, he overheard a conversation from the nearby table.
“Are you sure? Is that why there are so many mages in the town and nearby areas?” one man asked
“Yes. They are hunting for an acolyte from the Abominable Abyss school” the man answered.
“All of this resources used for only an acolyte? I wonder what he did?” he asked again
“I heard that the heir to the Darstrong Mage family was killed by this acolyte. There is a huge reward for the head of the acolyte by the very same Darstrong mage family, so their official mages as well as rogue mages are out hunting for him” he answered.
The first man nodded. “You mentioned the Abominable Abyss. What is that?” the first man asked again.
“Not many know, but there is a dark magic school somewhere in the haunted forest to the north.” he said.
“Interesting” thought Cyrus as he finished his meal and calmly walked up to his room.
He had already noticed that several of the people eating in the inn were mages. Now he realized that they were here to kill him.
He didn’t fear any mage. Although he was still only a level 3 acolyte, he was more than a match of the typical level 1 mages in the Abominable Abyss due to his skill and knowledge and his rune magics.
So far, his spell casting and other magics that he retained from his life as Loki made him superior in many ways, but he was limited by his own manna reserves.
Thus, engaging an unknown number of mages at the same time wasn’t advantageous to him, even though he was confident he would win.
Cyrus had already expected this after finding out who Dalmier was. However, he didn’t know how cruel the Darstrong family would be.
The Darstrong family had also sent mages to the Van Dume family to kill everyone from Cyrus’ family. They also commanded their mages to spread a plague that will kill everyone in the Barony of Van Dume, leaving it a barren wasteland.
However, Cyrus didn’t know all of this, otherwise he would have stayed and fought them directly. Instead, not knowing any better, he decided to flee since it was easier to not fight and risk his life for nothing.
He was after all, still officially a level 3 acolyte without his other powers.
He had tracked south towards warmer weather and was hiding in a cave deep in the forest roughly 200 km from the Abominable Abyss Academy.
He was assembling Theresa’s body the best he could. The runes on the floor started healing her body.
He realized that there was something in her vagina and as he pulled it out, he discovered it was Dalmier’s cock. He looked at it and pulled out the flesh of Dalmier's penis and threw it aside.
Using the penis skin and testicle sack, he made a purse and kept some coins in them. He didn’t want to use his spatial ring in public too much as spatial rings were rare and attracted too much attention.
Several hours later, Theresa’s body was completely healed and whole, however her spirit was gone.
At his mental command, she sat up and opened her eyes. But she was nothing more than a puppet.
He cleaned her up, as her mouth and pussy was still filled with Dalmier’s dried up cum.
Finally, he sat down and got her to sit on him and fuck him. As he hugged her naked body tightly, he finally cried and released all the tension from the last few days.
He then took out a emerald and started drawing runes all around the air and then attached the runes to the jewel. This was a spirit jewel that would be used to store spirits in the future.
He had been too late and didn’t manage to rescue Theresa’s spirit in time when Dalmier killed her. However, with a spirit jewel, he would be able to keep spirits in the future.
He got dressed. The only clothes he had was the acolyte robe that he was wearing that day. He didn’t even have any clothes for Theresa.
He looked at the note Miranda gave him. It was an introduction letter to Martial Realm Academy, the elite magical academy in the neighboring nation of Alamandar.
In Martial Realm, they didn’t form separate academies of magic, nor did they separate magic and knight school, rather they had a gigantic academy for all magical and knight arts.
This actually interested Cyrus as he found the study of only the dark arts in Abominable Abyss was too restrictive. The magics he encountered and faced not only from the acolytes but also from the teachers were too limited and predictable, even though they prided themselves as the school of unrestrained thought.
The inspiration he received from the Wall of Insight indicated that he needed to merge all magics, and thus perhaps this was the reason he was sent by Merlin to the Abominable Abyss.
Furthermore, with acolytes and squires mixing together, this would produce better rounded students that were comfortable with both physical fighting as well as magic.
The journey was over 1,000,000 km away and would take the better part of the year. However, if he could use a flying beast or even a teleportation portal from one of the major cities, it would be faster.
On the way, he intended to implement a few ideas inspired by the Wall of Insight regarding the Devouring magics. He wanted to find more and more ways to devour, using agents, objects and runes, all in ways to benefit his cultivation and overall strength.
Not knowing that the assassins had already overtaken him when he was hidden underground, he carefully reemerged from underground and walked to the nearby town of Dunfolk.
He bought himself a set of clothes and a cloak to hide himself. Unfortunately, the small town didn't have much in terms of clothes.
Not being in any hurry, he decided to have a nice meal in the nearby inn and stay the night.
During dinner, he overheard a conversation from the nearby table.
“Are you sure? Is that why there are so many mages in the town and nearby areas?” one man asked
“Yes. They are hunting for an acolyte from the Abominable Abyss school” the man answered.
“All of this resources used for only an acolyte? I wonder what he did?” he asked again
“I heard that the heir to the Darstrong Mage family was killed by this acolyte. There is a huge reward for the head of the acolyte by the very same Darstrong mage family, so their official mages as well as rogue mages are out hunting for him” he answered.
The first man nodded. “You mentioned the Abominable Abyss. What is that?” the first man asked again.
“Not many know, but there is a dark magic school somewhere in the haunted forest to the north.” he said.
“Interesting” thought Cyrus as he finished his meal and calmly walked up to his room.
He had already noticed that several of the people eating in the inn were mages. Now he realized that they were here to kill him.
He didn’t fear any mage. Although he was still only a level 3 acolyte, he was more than a match of the typical level 1 mages in the Abominable Abyss due to his skill and knowledge and his rune magics.
So far, his spell casting and other magics that he retained from his life as Loki made him superior in many ways, but he was limited by his own manna reserves.
Thus, engaging an unknown number of mages at the same time wasn’t advantageous to him, even though he was confident he would win.
Chapter 14 - Leaving the Abominable Abyss
Cyrus approached the wall and realized there were seats in front of the wall.
He took a seat and really examined the wall. Indeed it seemed like it was probably done by a person out of his mind.
There were colors randomly painted all over the walls, yet he could sense there was something profound about it.
As he studied the wall closely, he suddenly realized that the wall was painted not with paint but with bodily fluids or body matter. Every color came from that person’s body and was directly drawn or painted on the wall.
With his second rune ability extracting knowledge from the wall, he found his mind filled with illogical yet profound truths.
As the repository of Mimir and his considerable godly knowledge as Loki, and the knowledge of the 3 pantheons, he was already able to process pure knowledge and arcane truths.
As a God who mastered so much magical knowledge, he underrstood that the path of dark magic and light magic were not separate and contradictory paths.
This was the reason the Asgardians called him the God of Evil, as he didn't differentiate between them.
In fact none of the magics that supposedly clashed were distinct, rather they could be united in a more powerful form.
Life, death, oblivion these were all concepts that bound the mind. Once free, one would be able to transcend everything.
With the knowledge represented on the wall, he realized the difference between magic that he knew and the magics here.
By the second day, he had drawn a enormous rune in the air, based on his understanding and comparing it with the knowledge on the wall. The large rune suddenly shrank and was engraved on his chest.
This rune was his anti-magic rune that negates all magic and powers in this realm, except his own using his runes.
Just as he finished, two elders walked in to escort him out.
His two days had passed.
He thanked the guardians and headed back to his factory. As he arrived, he found the factory running like a well oiled machine as the slaves worked tirelessly. However, Theresa wasn’t there.
He walked casually over to her dorm room and knocked. However, as he entered, he found she wasn’t there either.
He frowned and looked for her in the cafeteria and asked around if anyone saw her. No one did. He asked Miranda and Professor Durnham, but both didn’t have any answers.
Finally he asked Professor Durnham where was Dalmier’s dorm room. He found that he had his own area too in the other side of the academy.
Cyrus turned around and started running towards the direction of Dalmier’s room.
As he arrived, he found that the door was locked. He knocked but there was no answer.
Without hesitation he smashed the door down with a kick and walked in. What he saw caused his heart to drop.
Dalmier was standing up and fucking a decapitated body that looked like Theresa’s body. The breasts were a match for hers as were the arms and legs that were perfectly like hers.
There were internal organs all over the floor and as he was fucking her, he was throwing ingredients into her hollowed out cavity at the neck.
Finally he saw her head on the floor. Her eyes were open and her mouth was dripping with cum.
Cum was flowing out of her neck as well, mixed with blood.
“You…… scum!!” yelled Cyrus as he approached Dalmier.
“You see! My cauldron is superior than yours! See? See?” Dalmier madly said as he pulled out 5 pills from her body.
Cyrus waved his left hand and a red seal rushed out and cut off Dalmier’s cock that was still balls deep inside Theresa’s pussy.
He screamed as he stumbled backwards, Theresa’s body fell lifeless to the floor.
Cyrus looked at Dalmier who was screaming in pain touching his groin where his penis used to be.
“NO!” yelled Professor Durnham who appeared just as Cyrus cut of Dalmier’s head with the red seal. His head flew off and just as it was about to drop to the floor, Cyrus kicked it to the far side of the room as the rest of Dalmier’s body slumped next to Theresa’s body.
“What have you done? Do you know who he was? Dalmier was the heir to the Darstrong Wizard family. They are one of the main supporters of the school!” yelled Durnham.
“What about Theresa then?” yelled Cyrus back at him
“The school had originally already prepared for Theresa to be sacrificed. She was already a cauldron and is owned by the school. We had already compensated her parents!” yelled Durnham.
By now Miranda and several other teachers had arrived as well.
Cyrus ignored them and collected Theresa’s body, her head and all the organs and flesh that was from her body and kept them in a spatial ring that he was wearing. He claimed Theresa's spatial ring as well that Dalmier was now wearing.
“Hey! I said that the human cauldron was the property of the school!” yelled Durnham again.
“You want a human cauldron? Here’s your cauldron!” answered Cyrus.
He activated his red seal from his left hand which bore into Dalmier’s body and drilled a cavity through the neck, mashing his internal organs to smithereens. Then the red seal exited and cut a large hole through the groin where his penis used to be, creating a bloody vagina.
“You! You will die for this” said one of the teachers who attacked Cyrus with a death curse.
Cyrus lifted his right hand and deflected the curse easily. He lifted his left hand and absorbed his lifeforce, causing that teacher to pass out.
Several other teachers floated into the air and they surrounded him in a semi-circle. They attacked with all their might as official mages with intent to kill. Powerful energies as well as spells were fired at Cyrus, Miranda stood at the side not being able to save him.
A rune flew out of his chest and expanded to form an transparent rune in the air in front of him. Instantly, all the teacher's spells dissipated. They found that hey could not even cast any new spells, making them mortal.
Cyrus released his incredible killing aura that washed over all the teachers, causing them all to shit their pants and pass out with foam from their mouths from pure fear.
He walked pass them calmly and smiled to Miranda who stood next to the door stunned. How did such a young boy have such a killing aura? To have such an aura you would literally have to have killed gods and multiple worlds.
She knew that Cyrus spared her, but even then, just being there, she could feel the fear from all the other teachers who were high level 1 mages, some were even level 2.
“I have to leave” Cyrus said as he smiled at Miranda.
“I want to come too” she said in her mind
“No, you are my eyes and ears here. When things have calmed down, I will come back for you” he said.
"Then take this" she said as she handed him a note and a map.
He nodded and left her standing by the door.
She took the teachers to the infirmary, knowing that their souls were badly wounded by his killing intent. Although they were fine physically, their spirits had been attacked by such fear that it would take months for them to recover, if at all they could recover their bravery.
The other teachers still looked all over for him, but he was gone. His factory suddenly stopped working as the living cauldrons suddenly stopped functioning.
When the school tried to use the same slaves as living cauldrons, all they retrieved were piss even though the living cauldrons were fed the proper raw materials.
Miranda reclaimed back all her slaves since they were no longer useful as living cauldrons.
As for Dalmier’s body, surprisingly his body could be used to create pills as a human cauldron. However, they had to return his body to the Darstrong family.
He took a seat and really examined the wall. Indeed it seemed like it was probably done by a person out of his mind.
There were colors randomly painted all over the walls, yet he could sense there was something profound about it.
As he studied the wall closely, he suddenly realized that the wall was painted not with paint but with bodily fluids or body matter. Every color came from that person’s body and was directly drawn or painted on the wall.
With his second rune ability extracting knowledge from the wall, he found his mind filled with illogical yet profound truths.
As the repository of Mimir and his considerable godly knowledge as Loki, and the knowledge of the 3 pantheons, he was already able to process pure knowledge and arcane truths.
As a God who mastered so much magical knowledge, he underrstood that the path of dark magic and light magic were not separate and contradictory paths.
This was the reason the Asgardians called him the God of Evil, as he didn't differentiate between them.
In fact none of the magics that supposedly clashed were distinct, rather they could be united in a more powerful form.
Life, death, oblivion these were all concepts that bound the mind. Once free, one would be able to transcend everything.
With the knowledge represented on the wall, he realized the difference between magic that he knew and the magics here.
By the second day, he had drawn a enormous rune in the air, based on his understanding and comparing it with the knowledge on the wall. The large rune suddenly shrank and was engraved on his chest.
This rune was his anti-magic rune that negates all magic and powers in this realm, except his own using his runes.
Just as he finished, two elders walked in to escort him out.
His two days had passed.
He thanked the guardians and headed back to his factory. As he arrived, he found the factory running like a well oiled machine as the slaves worked tirelessly. However, Theresa wasn’t there.
He walked casually over to her dorm room and knocked. However, as he entered, he found she wasn’t there either.
He frowned and looked for her in the cafeteria and asked around if anyone saw her. No one did. He asked Miranda and Professor Durnham, but both didn’t have any answers.
Finally he asked Professor Durnham where was Dalmier’s dorm room. He found that he had his own area too in the other side of the academy.
Cyrus turned around and started running towards the direction of Dalmier’s room.
As he arrived, he found that the door was locked. He knocked but there was no answer.
Without hesitation he smashed the door down with a kick and walked in. What he saw caused his heart to drop.
Dalmier was standing up and fucking a decapitated body that looked like Theresa’s body. The breasts were a match for hers as were the arms and legs that were perfectly like hers.
There were internal organs all over the floor and as he was fucking her, he was throwing ingredients into her hollowed out cavity at the neck.
Finally he saw her head on the floor. Her eyes were open and her mouth was dripping with cum.
Cum was flowing out of her neck as well, mixed with blood.
“You…… scum!!” yelled Cyrus as he approached Dalmier.
“You see! My cauldron is superior than yours! See? See?” Dalmier madly said as he pulled out 5 pills from her body.
Cyrus waved his left hand and a red seal rushed out and cut off Dalmier’s cock that was still balls deep inside Theresa’s pussy.
He screamed as he stumbled backwards, Theresa’s body fell lifeless to the floor.
Cyrus looked at Dalmier who was screaming in pain touching his groin where his penis used to be.
“NO!” yelled Professor Durnham who appeared just as Cyrus cut of Dalmier’s head with the red seal. His head flew off and just as it was about to drop to the floor, Cyrus kicked it to the far side of the room as the rest of Dalmier’s body slumped next to Theresa’s body.
“What have you done? Do you know who he was? Dalmier was the heir to the Darstrong Wizard family. They are one of the main supporters of the school!” yelled Durnham.
“What about Theresa then?” yelled Cyrus back at him
“The school had originally already prepared for Theresa to be sacrificed. She was already a cauldron and is owned by the school. We had already compensated her parents!” yelled Durnham.
By now Miranda and several other teachers had arrived as well.
Cyrus ignored them and collected Theresa’s body, her head and all the organs and flesh that was from her body and kept them in a spatial ring that he was wearing. He claimed Theresa's spatial ring as well that Dalmier was now wearing.
“Hey! I said that the human cauldron was the property of the school!” yelled Durnham again.
“You want a human cauldron? Here’s your cauldron!” answered Cyrus.
He activated his red seal from his left hand which bore into Dalmier’s body and drilled a cavity through the neck, mashing his internal organs to smithereens. Then the red seal exited and cut a large hole through the groin where his penis used to be, creating a bloody vagina.
“You! You will die for this” said one of the teachers who attacked Cyrus with a death curse.
Cyrus lifted his right hand and deflected the curse easily. He lifted his left hand and absorbed his lifeforce, causing that teacher to pass out.
Several other teachers floated into the air and they surrounded him in a semi-circle. They attacked with all their might as official mages with intent to kill. Powerful energies as well as spells were fired at Cyrus, Miranda stood at the side not being able to save him.
A rune flew out of his chest and expanded to form an transparent rune in the air in front of him. Instantly, all the teacher's spells dissipated. They found that hey could not even cast any new spells, making them mortal.
Cyrus released his incredible killing aura that washed over all the teachers, causing them all to shit their pants and pass out with foam from their mouths from pure fear.
He walked pass them calmly and smiled to Miranda who stood next to the door stunned. How did such a young boy have such a killing aura? To have such an aura you would literally have to have killed gods and multiple worlds.
She knew that Cyrus spared her, but even then, just being there, she could feel the fear from all the other teachers who were high level 1 mages, some were even level 2.
“I have to leave” Cyrus said as he smiled at Miranda.
“I want to come too” she said in her mind
“No, you are my eyes and ears here. When things have calmed down, I will come back for you” he said.
"Then take this" she said as she handed him a note and a map.
He nodded and left her standing by the door.
She took the teachers to the infirmary, knowing that their souls were badly wounded by his killing intent. Although they were fine physically, their spirits had been attacked by such fear that it would take months for them to recover, if at all they could recover their bravery.
The other teachers still looked all over for him, but he was gone. His factory suddenly stopped working as the living cauldrons suddenly stopped functioning.
When the school tried to use the same slaves as living cauldrons, all they retrieved were piss even though the living cauldrons were fed the proper raw materials.
Miranda reclaimed back all her slaves since they were no longer useful as living cauldrons.
As for Dalmier’s body, surprisingly his body could be used to create pills as a human cauldron. However, they had to return his body to the Darstrong family.
Chapter 13 - Acolyte Championship
By now, the teachers in the academy had realized that Cyrus was a genius in many fields. He was a genius in the devouring magic, but on top of that, he seemed to be very gifted in potion and pill making, runes and inscriptions, botany, magic theory and they guessed that he had many other hidden talents.
As such, since he was already a level 3 acolyte, he was invited to join the annual battle of the acolytes.
Normally, acolytes of the first few years would not participate, since most of them would not be powerful enough.
So most of the acolytes participating tended to be acolytes who have been there for more than 5 years, hence being a level 5 acolyte was a minimum. Although Cyrus had not reached the benchmark, he was invited too, due to the fact that he was such a genius.
Due to the subsequent missions he finished easily, everyone knew that he was not a mere level 3 acolyte, as most of those missions would be difficult for level 7 acolytes, let alone a mere level 3.
Theresa was not trained in battle and although she had quite a few spells in her arsenal, declined her invitation.
Dalmier was the runner up last year, and had placed top 10 several years before. The previous year’s champion and most of the strong acolytes had become official mages already, leaving him the favorite to win it. So of course he participated as well.
Surprisingly, Damien the first year as well as the sisters Annabelle and Aribeth had leveled up to level 5 as well, much to the amazement of most of the teachers.
As the school wasn’t very large, and most of the acolytes were not adept in combat, only 30 students ended up participating.
The draw was made and Cyrus was pitted to face a 7th year level 6 acolyte who called himself Skullgore.
Skullgore looked like some sort of cyborg, Half his face was covered with metal parts, and his right arm and left leg were replaced with metal replacements.
He stood there and started summoning lightning from the surrounding. His whole body crackled with electricity as he started charging.
As he punched Cyrus with his metal hand, Cyrus lifted his left hand calmly and touched his hand.
The punch landed on Cyrus’ hand when a strange thing occurred. He absorbed the electricity as well as the kinetic energy from the punch as well as from his charging body.
Skullgore stood in amazement as his whole body stood still and was unable to move. Then he blacked out not knowing what happened.
Cyrus had absorbed his energy and even his manna, leaving him unconscious and defeated. The audience had no idea what to make of it, but Theresa was happily shouting and cheering.
In the other matches, Damien demonstrated his demonic abilities and summoned a large demon that easily beat his opponent.
Annabelle easily overpowered her opponent with her mental powers, causing her opponent to pass out while stills standing on the opposite side of the stage.
Aribeth used her illusion powers and her opponent screamed and ran off the stage.
Dalmier showed off his abilities. He opened a potion beaker and a purple cloud came out of his beaker. As it expanded, the clouds appeared to form skulls and it swirled around and around before charging at his opponent.
His opponent tried to cast a few spells, but to no avail. The smoke passed through his body and left the opponent frozen in place and he collapsed to the floor, his whole body shivered and collapsed in fear. Dalmier walked off the stage with a proud look on his face.
The other matches were pretty standard. There were acolytes who summoned zombies and skeletons. Others cast hexes and curses. However as they were all only acolytes, their battles were not as exciting as they were still inexperienced and only had minor abilities.
The next round was more of the same and Cyrus, Damien, Annabelle and Aribeth made it through the next round again in the last 15. As they had an odd man out, Dalmier, being the favorite, was given a bye.
In the last 8, Dalmier was drawn to meet Cyrus. Dalmier sneered as he finally had a chance to take his revenge.
As they met on stage, Dalmier again used his potion and released the purple cloud skulls who rushed directly at Cyrus.
Cyrus didn’t bother doing anything and the back of his robe tore open as a black hole the size of a shield flew out and floated in front of Cyrus, absorbing the purple cloud.
Dalmier was shocked and started taking out another potion. Without giving him a chance, Cyrus lifted his left hand and pointed at Dalmier, who fell down weakly.
“What happened?” he asked as he lay weakly on the floor. Cyrus had absorbed his energy from afar. Dalmier was so weak he had to be taken off the stage by the judges.
Cyrus left the stage slowly and Theresa’s voice could be heard cheering above the stunned crowd.
In the semi-finals, there were 4 contestants left, and they were surprisingly composed of Cyrus, Damien, Annabelle and Aribeth, all 4 were first years.
Cyrus was matched up with Aribeth. The match was surprisingly fast and uneventful. Aribeth cast an illusion on Cyrus, but Cyrus seemed completely unaffected. He walked up right next to her and she surrendered before he attacked.
In the next semi-final match, Annebelle surprisingly defeated Damien. Her mental abilities completely crushed Damien who didn’t even get to show off his demonic summons.
Thus the finals would be between Cyrus and Annabelle. They appeared on stage and stood at opposite sides of the stage.
Instantly, Annabelle attacked Cyrus with her mental ability. However, like with Aribeth, it had no effect on Cyrus.
Cyrus calmly walked towards Annabelle and just as he approached her, she surrendered.
The crowd was again stunned. What kind of stupid match was that? Nearly all of Cyrus’ matches were boring and looked like nothing happened.
The teachers themselves felt like booing, only Theresa’s voice could be heard cheering the champion.
The victors were brought to the stage. All of them would be given an opportunity to view the secret Wall of the Insight to gain inspiration.
The Wall was supposedly created by the founder of the Abominable Abyss. His name was simply called Nameless One. He was a cultivator from the days of creation and supposedly the wall contained the forbidden arts that made him crazy before his death.
He could not put everything down as the knowledge was supposedly too evil, too profound, too damning it turned him mad. However, he managed to carve his impressions and emotions of the knowledge on the wall.
The losing semi-finalists would get half a day viewing the wall. The losing finalist would get a full day while the winner would get two full days viewing the Wall of Insight.
Why would one want to view the Wall of Insight? The reason is that to walk the path of magic innovation is to walk the thin line of insanity and genius without any moral boundaries. The wall gave insight to the thoughts of possibly the most legendary mad genius magus in history.
Miranda had told Cyrus that the Devouring magics that she was pioneering was inspired by her visit to the Wall of Insight, when she won the acolyte championship many years ago.
Dalmier, who had entered the realm before had received all kinds of minor treasures. In fact, last year when he was second, he received the inspiration for the human cauldron.
He had hoped to get another chance to gain inspiration since his plans for the human cauldron were ruined by Cyrus.
However, in this year an unprecedented event happened, all the 4 semi-finalists were first year acolytes.
The four were led away to the heavily guarded area where the Wall of Insight was and Cyrus glanced back to give Theresa a smile and vanished with the rest.
Theresa smiled and turned around to leave and head back to the potion factory.
Unnoticed by everyone, Dalmier followed her in the shadows.
As such, since he was already a level 3 acolyte, he was invited to join the annual battle of the acolytes.
Normally, acolytes of the first few years would not participate, since most of them would not be powerful enough.
So most of the acolytes participating tended to be acolytes who have been there for more than 5 years, hence being a level 5 acolyte was a minimum. Although Cyrus had not reached the benchmark, he was invited too, due to the fact that he was such a genius.
Due to the subsequent missions he finished easily, everyone knew that he was not a mere level 3 acolyte, as most of those missions would be difficult for level 7 acolytes, let alone a mere level 3.
Theresa was not trained in battle and although she had quite a few spells in her arsenal, declined her invitation.
Dalmier was the runner up last year, and had placed top 10 several years before. The previous year’s champion and most of the strong acolytes had become official mages already, leaving him the favorite to win it. So of course he participated as well.
Surprisingly, Damien the first year as well as the sisters Annabelle and Aribeth had leveled up to level 5 as well, much to the amazement of most of the teachers.
As the school wasn’t very large, and most of the acolytes were not adept in combat, only 30 students ended up participating.
The draw was made and Cyrus was pitted to face a 7th year level 6 acolyte who called himself Skullgore.
Skullgore looked like some sort of cyborg, Half his face was covered with metal parts, and his right arm and left leg were replaced with metal replacements.
He stood there and started summoning lightning from the surrounding. His whole body crackled with electricity as he started charging.
As he punched Cyrus with his metal hand, Cyrus lifted his left hand calmly and touched his hand.
The punch landed on Cyrus’ hand when a strange thing occurred. He absorbed the electricity as well as the kinetic energy from the punch as well as from his charging body.
Skullgore stood in amazement as his whole body stood still and was unable to move. Then he blacked out not knowing what happened.
Cyrus had absorbed his energy and even his manna, leaving him unconscious and defeated. The audience had no idea what to make of it, but Theresa was happily shouting and cheering.
In the other matches, Damien demonstrated his demonic abilities and summoned a large demon that easily beat his opponent.
Annabelle easily overpowered her opponent with her mental powers, causing her opponent to pass out while stills standing on the opposite side of the stage.
Aribeth used her illusion powers and her opponent screamed and ran off the stage.
Dalmier showed off his abilities. He opened a potion beaker and a purple cloud came out of his beaker. As it expanded, the clouds appeared to form skulls and it swirled around and around before charging at his opponent.
His opponent tried to cast a few spells, but to no avail. The smoke passed through his body and left the opponent frozen in place and he collapsed to the floor, his whole body shivered and collapsed in fear. Dalmier walked off the stage with a proud look on his face.
The other matches were pretty standard. There were acolytes who summoned zombies and skeletons. Others cast hexes and curses. However as they were all only acolytes, their battles were not as exciting as they were still inexperienced and only had minor abilities.
The next round was more of the same and Cyrus, Damien, Annabelle and Aribeth made it through the next round again in the last 15. As they had an odd man out, Dalmier, being the favorite, was given a bye.
In the last 8, Dalmier was drawn to meet Cyrus. Dalmier sneered as he finally had a chance to take his revenge.
As they met on stage, Dalmier again used his potion and released the purple cloud skulls who rushed directly at Cyrus.
Cyrus didn’t bother doing anything and the back of his robe tore open as a black hole the size of a shield flew out and floated in front of Cyrus, absorbing the purple cloud.
Dalmier was shocked and started taking out another potion. Without giving him a chance, Cyrus lifted his left hand and pointed at Dalmier, who fell down weakly.
“What happened?” he asked as he lay weakly on the floor. Cyrus had absorbed his energy from afar. Dalmier was so weak he had to be taken off the stage by the judges.
Cyrus left the stage slowly and Theresa’s voice could be heard cheering above the stunned crowd.
In the semi-finals, there were 4 contestants left, and they were surprisingly composed of Cyrus, Damien, Annabelle and Aribeth, all 4 were first years.
Cyrus was matched up with Aribeth. The match was surprisingly fast and uneventful. Aribeth cast an illusion on Cyrus, but Cyrus seemed completely unaffected. He walked up right next to her and she surrendered before he attacked.
In the next semi-final match, Annebelle surprisingly defeated Damien. Her mental abilities completely crushed Damien who didn’t even get to show off his demonic summons.
Thus the finals would be between Cyrus and Annabelle. They appeared on stage and stood at opposite sides of the stage.
Instantly, Annabelle attacked Cyrus with her mental ability. However, like with Aribeth, it had no effect on Cyrus.
Cyrus calmly walked towards Annabelle and just as he approached her, she surrendered.
The crowd was again stunned. What kind of stupid match was that? Nearly all of Cyrus’ matches were boring and looked like nothing happened.
The teachers themselves felt like booing, only Theresa’s voice could be heard cheering the champion.
The victors were brought to the stage. All of them would be given an opportunity to view the secret Wall of the Insight to gain inspiration.
The Wall was supposedly created by the founder of the Abominable Abyss. His name was simply called Nameless One. He was a cultivator from the days of creation and supposedly the wall contained the forbidden arts that made him crazy before his death.
He could not put everything down as the knowledge was supposedly too evil, too profound, too damning it turned him mad. However, he managed to carve his impressions and emotions of the knowledge on the wall.
The losing semi-finalists would get half a day viewing the wall. The losing finalist would get a full day while the winner would get two full days viewing the Wall of Insight.
Why would one want to view the Wall of Insight? The reason is that to walk the path of magic innovation is to walk the thin line of insanity and genius without any moral boundaries. The wall gave insight to the thoughts of possibly the most legendary mad genius magus in history.
Miranda had told Cyrus that the Devouring magics that she was pioneering was inspired by her visit to the Wall of Insight, when she won the acolyte championship many years ago.
Dalmier, who had entered the realm before had received all kinds of minor treasures. In fact, last year when he was second, he received the inspiration for the human cauldron.
He had hoped to get another chance to gain inspiration since his plans for the human cauldron were ruined by Cyrus.
However, in this year an unprecedented event happened, all the 4 semi-finalists were first year acolytes.
The four were led away to the heavily guarded area where the Wall of Insight was and Cyrus glanced back to give Theresa a smile and vanished with the rest.
Theresa smiled and turned around to leave and head back to the potion factory.
Unnoticed by everyone, Dalmier followed her in the shadows.
Chapter 12 - Days of Happiness
Cyrus became a secret major force in the academy. He was given his own small wing in the academy, not far from Miranda’s area, for his production.
Now that he had cured Miranda of her hunger and given her the breakthrough in her devouring studies, she no longer needed so many slaves and thus she gave them to Cyrus.
In his wing, there were two rows, ten females and ten males, lined up on either side of a wall. There was a long table in between the walls as more female slaves helped feed and extract potions and pills from either side.
From the female side, multiple different pills were extracted together with potions from their breasts.
From the male side, potions were endlessly flowing from the slaves’ penises as the female slaves kept endlessly changing beakers.
Theresa worked with Cyrus, cataloguing the inventory of potions and pills and recording the profits made from the sales of the medicine.
Within a month, even with a 50-50 split with the potion department, Cyrus was rich with magic crystals.
By now he had made several hundred thousand magic crystals and had purchased a top of the range spatial ring to house his wealth. He bought one for Theresa and Miranda as well, and gave them a hundred thousand magic crystals each as a gift.
With his living cauldrons, no potion or pill was too difficult as long as the ingredients were available.
However, his success was kept secret, with not many people knowing about it. Only the teachers knew and of the acolytes, only Theresa and Dalmier knew about it.
Dalmier was furious. His ambition to rule the potioning department by loaning out his human cauldron was ruined. His dream to conquer Theresa was also stolen by Cyrus.
He vowed revenge, and as still one of the brightest acolytes and most likely to become a mage, he decided to bide his time.
In the meantime, Cyrus hadn't progressed beyond level 3 acolyte. With his riches, he bought rare and expensive level 5 magic beast cores that was suppose to quickly help him level up.
However, it would seem that he had a difficulty leveling up. So he decided on another approach.
Instead, he fed the cores to Theresa, he used her body as a refinery and fucked her. Instead of her body producing pills and potions, he used his devouring ability to absorb the energy from her, slowly leveling up himself.
However, he could only increase his cultivation from level 3 to the peak of level 3, while Theresa herself benefited the most and leveled up from level 6 to level 9, making her the same level as Dalmier.
With this increase, she was able to learn more spells and was merely a step away from becoming a full fledged mage.
He continued to research on how to advance, but he suspected that to progress, he would need to kill or fuck higher level mages. Theresa being a mere acolyte was not high leveled enough.
Cyrus had taken up botany as a hobby. From the major trading, he acquired not only rare and exotic herbs and ingredients, he had acquired several plants that interested him as well.
Most of them were extremely dangerous and extremely rare.
One of the plants that he acquired was the tulip mantrap. This plant was a large flowering plant that resembled a large tulip. However, it’s flowers actually attacked and ate humans. It was actually a level 7 plant that was highly durable and only vulnerable to extreme temperatures.
Another plant was the fire and ice lily which shot fireballs and ice shards from its flowers to deadly effect.
Yet another plant he acquired was the happiness orchid. This orchid releases a hallucinogen from its flowers and its colorful flowers were also hypnotizing. They were known to lure creatures to its base and leave them in a trance until they die and become fertilizer.
Cyrus experimented with all these plants and together with the ironwood vines, he created his own secret hybrid that had all the properties of all these plants.
Using Theresa’s body, he refined all the different essences of the plants and extracted one special seed from her vagina.
However, it was not as easy as planting in the ground to grow this seed. It needed a special lifeforce to grow, lifeforce that came from mystic beings such as unicorns or mermaids that are semi immortal.
Seeing this, he decided to keep the seed for now.
Theresa brought Cyrus out to explore around the outside of the academy. As a fifth year student, she was familiar with the area and they enjoyed their outings in the open air.
Unlike some of the strange acolytes who very much suited the darkness magics they were learning, Theresa behaved very much like a white magic magician. She was friendly, cheerful and seemed a genuine person.
“Why did you join the Abominable Abyss? You don’t really seem like you fit here” asked Cyrus
“I came from a poor family. I was not a noble or anything. But my parents still brought me to the academy testing grounds to see if I had talent, and I did. Talent of 6, that’s what my test stated.” She explained.
“However, when the time came to select an academy, all the rest were eagerly recruiting the sons and daughters of noblemen and they didn’t bother with a girl in poor clothes. So I finally came to the Abominable Abyss, and they were surprised that I was willing to join them. So I figured, a misfit to a misfit school right?” she continued.
Cyrus looked at her with a strange look.
“Didn’t you hear about the reputation of the Abominable Abyss?” he asked further.
“Of course I did. But I was treated like a noble and they let me sit in the carriage on the bone dragon. Just like that, they treated me better than everyone else did. And when I arrived, Professor Durnham was nice….. until I found out about the human cauldron thing….” She said as her mood changed.
“Well, I found you right?” she said as she smiled again.
He smiled back and kissed her. Hand in hand, they walked to the town and went to look at shops.
Cyrus wasn’t really looking to buy anything, but he managed to find an old tattered book sold by a beggar. He actually felt the knowledge from afar using his devour ability. But although he had absorbed everything from it from afar, he found that he needed to own the book so he purchased it.
“What is it you’ve found?” Theresa asked.
“Its some sort of magic book. Seems to be about the power of femininity. And its made of human skin. More accurately, the skin of the inner vagina” he said as he let her touch it.
“Smooth” she said. He nodded and kept it. They had a nice lunch in the restaurant there and headed back.
Now that he had cured Miranda of her hunger and given her the breakthrough in her devouring studies, she no longer needed so many slaves and thus she gave them to Cyrus.
In his wing, there were two rows, ten females and ten males, lined up on either side of a wall. There was a long table in between the walls as more female slaves helped feed and extract potions and pills from either side.
From the female side, multiple different pills were extracted together with potions from their breasts.
From the male side, potions were endlessly flowing from the slaves’ penises as the female slaves kept endlessly changing beakers.
Theresa worked with Cyrus, cataloguing the inventory of potions and pills and recording the profits made from the sales of the medicine.
Within a month, even with a 50-50 split with the potion department, Cyrus was rich with magic crystals.
By now he had made several hundred thousand magic crystals and had purchased a top of the range spatial ring to house his wealth. He bought one for Theresa and Miranda as well, and gave them a hundred thousand magic crystals each as a gift.
With his living cauldrons, no potion or pill was too difficult as long as the ingredients were available.
However, his success was kept secret, with not many people knowing about it. Only the teachers knew and of the acolytes, only Theresa and Dalmier knew about it.
Dalmier was furious. His ambition to rule the potioning department by loaning out his human cauldron was ruined. His dream to conquer Theresa was also stolen by Cyrus.
He vowed revenge, and as still one of the brightest acolytes and most likely to become a mage, he decided to bide his time.
In the meantime, Cyrus hadn't progressed beyond level 3 acolyte. With his riches, he bought rare and expensive level 5 magic beast cores that was suppose to quickly help him level up.
However, it would seem that he had a difficulty leveling up. So he decided on another approach.
Instead, he fed the cores to Theresa, he used her body as a refinery and fucked her. Instead of her body producing pills and potions, he used his devouring ability to absorb the energy from her, slowly leveling up himself.
However, he could only increase his cultivation from level 3 to the peak of level 3, while Theresa herself benefited the most and leveled up from level 6 to level 9, making her the same level as Dalmier.
With this increase, she was able to learn more spells and was merely a step away from becoming a full fledged mage.
He continued to research on how to advance, but he suspected that to progress, he would need to kill or fuck higher level mages. Theresa being a mere acolyte was not high leveled enough.
Cyrus had taken up botany as a hobby. From the major trading, he acquired not only rare and exotic herbs and ingredients, he had acquired several plants that interested him as well.
Most of them were extremely dangerous and extremely rare.
One of the plants that he acquired was the tulip mantrap. This plant was a large flowering plant that resembled a large tulip. However, it’s flowers actually attacked and ate humans. It was actually a level 7 plant that was highly durable and only vulnerable to extreme temperatures.
Another plant was the fire and ice lily which shot fireballs and ice shards from its flowers to deadly effect.
Yet another plant he acquired was the happiness orchid. This orchid releases a hallucinogen from its flowers and its colorful flowers were also hypnotizing. They were known to lure creatures to its base and leave them in a trance until they die and become fertilizer.
Cyrus experimented with all these plants and together with the ironwood vines, he created his own secret hybrid that had all the properties of all these plants.
Using Theresa’s body, he refined all the different essences of the plants and extracted one special seed from her vagina.
However, it was not as easy as planting in the ground to grow this seed. It needed a special lifeforce to grow, lifeforce that came from mystic beings such as unicorns or mermaids that are semi immortal.
Seeing this, he decided to keep the seed for now.
Theresa brought Cyrus out to explore around the outside of the academy. As a fifth year student, she was familiar with the area and they enjoyed their outings in the open air.
Unlike some of the strange acolytes who very much suited the darkness magics they were learning, Theresa behaved very much like a white magic magician. She was friendly, cheerful and seemed a genuine person.
“Why did you join the Abominable Abyss? You don’t really seem like you fit here” asked Cyrus
“I came from a poor family. I was not a noble or anything. But my parents still brought me to the academy testing grounds to see if I had talent, and I did. Talent of 6, that’s what my test stated.” She explained.
“However, when the time came to select an academy, all the rest were eagerly recruiting the sons and daughters of noblemen and they didn’t bother with a girl in poor clothes. So I finally came to the Abominable Abyss, and they were surprised that I was willing to join them. So I figured, a misfit to a misfit school right?” she continued.
Cyrus looked at her with a strange look.
“Didn’t you hear about the reputation of the Abominable Abyss?” he asked further.
“Of course I did. But I was treated like a noble and they let me sit in the carriage on the bone dragon. Just like that, they treated me better than everyone else did. And when I arrived, Professor Durnham was nice….. until I found out about the human cauldron thing….” She said as her mood changed.
“Well, I found you right?” she said as she smiled again.
He smiled back and kissed her. Hand in hand, they walked to the town and went to look at shops.
Cyrus wasn’t really looking to buy anything, but he managed to find an old tattered book sold by a beggar. He actually felt the knowledge from afar using his devour ability. But although he had absorbed everything from it from afar, he found that he needed to own the book so he purchased it.
“What is it you’ve found?” Theresa asked.
“Its some sort of magic book. Seems to be about the power of femininity. And its made of human skin. More accurately, the skin of the inner vagina” he said as he let her touch it.
“Smooth” she said. He nodded and kept it. They had a nice lunch in the restaurant there and headed back.
Chapter 11 - Human Cauldron
Cyrus arrived at Theresa’s room and as she opened her door, he immediately embraced her and pushed her in, closing the door.
He kissed her passionately, causing her to lose composure. In the heat of the moment she started kissing him back.
Without hesitation he started ripping her clothes off, tearing her acolyte robe into tatters and tore her bra off while sucking her breasts.
“Wait.. this is so fast” she gasped as he pushed her onto the bed and tore off her panties.
She couldn’t say anything but groan as he started licking her pussy and darting his tongue into her. She was already dripping wet and tasted so good to Cyrus.
As she felt him stopping, she looked at him to find his gigantic cock standing fully erect and he was aiming it at her pussy.
“Wait.. please… my professor says this will effect my potion making” she said in confusion and had tears in her eyes.
“Of course he would say that. This is why I am rescuing you from becoming Dalmier’s human cauldron” he answered as the top of his cock touched the opening to her virgin pussy.
“Hu… human cauldron? How can it be? I thought the professor valued me…” she said with tears flowing from her eyes. She realized that there perhaps could be some truth to it.
She remembered one of the nights while being thought potions with Professor Durnham and Dalmier, she suddenly couldn’t remember what happened and woke up the next day with missing memories.
Cyrus rubbed the tip of his cock on the slit of her pussy and cast a spell on her. Immediately her pussy made a sound as if a seal had been open and Cyrus smiled.
He immediately plunged his cock deep into her pussy, breaking her hymen and ramming her cervix with his cock.
He enjoyed her pussy and made love to her like a normal lover would, without activating his first rune on his penis. He enjoyed her company, so he didn't want her as his slave. Furthermore, she was only a level 6 acolyte, so she had not specialized yet, and thus did not have any valuable powers to absorb.
Within seconds, the door to her room flew open and Professor Durnham and Dalmier rushed in to see Cyrus fucking Theresa.
“Can we get some privacy here?” Cyrus yelled mockingly at them.
“You….you….. do you know what you have done?” yelled Professor Durnham.
“Yes, I have claimed this human cauldron for myself. Correct?” answered Cyrus with a sneer as he continued fucking Theresa.
Theresa’s eyes was wide open even though she was enjoying her fucking.
‘You… thief!” yelled Dalmier as he cast another lightning bolt at Cyrus. However, instead of deflecting it, Cyrus’ naked body directly absorbed it as if nothing had happened.
As the brother of the God of Thunder, how could he not recognize a lightning spell? In fact, he knew how to redirect the lightning even with his weak body and instead used the power of the lightning to give Theresa a tingling sensation throughout her erogenous zones, causing her to orgasm loudly.
“What….what happened” asked Professor Durnham. By now several other professors, including Miranda had arrived in the room and chased all the other acolytes away.
Cyrus happily came into Theresa’s pussy and withdrew his cock from her, still covered in her hymen blood and his cum.
“Ok. I’m ready. What do you want to do now?” he asked, his erect cock pointing at everyone menacingly.
“You… the human cauldron is our most important research for our department” Professor Durnham answered.
“Oh that’s all? I can easily help you” said Cyrus.
He snapped his fingers and Theresa to stood up, instantly hypnotized by this master hypnotist. .
He instantly drew runes in the air that surrounded Theresa, much to the astonishment of the teachers there.
“He’s so proficient in runes! Did you know your acolyte could do this?” gasped a teacher from the rune department. Miranda nodded to confirm that she knew.
He then looked around and took out several herbs from the drawers in Theresa’s room. She was a potion making acolyte after all.
“What…. What are you doing to those herbs?” asked Durnham.
The ingredients in her mouth and she automatically started chewing and swallowing them.
With an incantation, all her orifices lit up, including her pussy and anus as light shone out of them.
Her body floated in the air and Cyrus used two fingers to open up her pussy and ten red pills dropped out to his hand.
He threw them over to Professor Durnham who gasped.
“Th… these are greater healing pills! Theoretically even with a human cauldron, with the same amount of herbs will be able to create 5 of them! A normal cauldron can only produce 2!
“That’s not all” smiled Cyrus. He gestured again and an empty beaker flew into his hand from a nearby table.
He brought it to Theresa’s breasts and squeezed it. A red liquid flew out from her nipples as he milked both of her breasts. He filled beaker after beaker, ending up with 10 beakers of potions.
“These are high level greater healing potions! All these came from same amount of herbs?” Durnham asked in shock.
“Yes. And the best part is, she is still alive” Cyrus said as Theresa gently landed on the floor and suddenly her open eyes blinked and she came out of a trance and the runes dissipated.
He quickly covered her with her blanket and wrapped her bedsheets around his waist just as she woke up.
“What… why is everybody…” she suddenly became aware of her nakedness under her blanked and hugged herself holding it.
“So what do we do now? Will you teach us this technique?” asked Professor Durnham in humility.
“Let me join the potioning department. I want to work in production of potions and pills, in a profit sharing agreement of course” he smiled.
“That.. that can be arranged. But Theresa?” Durnham asked again.
“No, Theresa is mine now. Slaves are easily bought for cauldrons. The quality will be the same anyway. I did this for her, so there is no reason to leave her a permanent living cauldron” he answered.
Without hesitation, Durnham agreed.
Following that, they all left, leaving only Theresa and Cyrus.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“You will be my living cauldron from now on. You will be my living treasure” he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
Over the rest of the night, she was conscious as he used her body to produce numerous pills and potions, much to her amazement. Pills continuously dropped out of her pussy and potions continuously were milked out of her breasts.
They made so many potions and pills they were running out of beakers and containers. Finally they stopped and threw themselves on the bed.
Her pussy had colors of pills streaking out of her pussy and colored potions dripped from her breasts. Cyrus helped her by licking her clean before they took a shower together and spent the rest of the night fucking.
He kissed her passionately, causing her to lose composure. In the heat of the moment she started kissing him back.
Without hesitation he started ripping her clothes off, tearing her acolyte robe into tatters and tore her bra off while sucking her breasts.
“Wait.. this is so fast” she gasped as he pushed her onto the bed and tore off her panties.
She couldn’t say anything but groan as he started licking her pussy and darting his tongue into her. She was already dripping wet and tasted so good to Cyrus.
As she felt him stopping, she looked at him to find his gigantic cock standing fully erect and he was aiming it at her pussy.
“Wait.. please… my professor says this will effect my potion making” she said in confusion and had tears in her eyes.
“Of course he would say that. This is why I am rescuing you from becoming Dalmier’s human cauldron” he answered as the top of his cock touched the opening to her virgin pussy.
“Hu… human cauldron? How can it be? I thought the professor valued me…” she said with tears flowing from her eyes. She realized that there perhaps could be some truth to it.
She remembered one of the nights while being thought potions with Professor Durnham and Dalmier, she suddenly couldn’t remember what happened and woke up the next day with missing memories.
Cyrus rubbed the tip of his cock on the slit of her pussy and cast a spell on her. Immediately her pussy made a sound as if a seal had been open and Cyrus smiled.
He immediately plunged his cock deep into her pussy, breaking her hymen and ramming her cervix with his cock.
He enjoyed her pussy and made love to her like a normal lover would, without activating his first rune on his penis. He enjoyed her company, so he didn't want her as his slave. Furthermore, she was only a level 6 acolyte, so she had not specialized yet, and thus did not have any valuable powers to absorb.
Within seconds, the door to her room flew open and Professor Durnham and Dalmier rushed in to see Cyrus fucking Theresa.
“Can we get some privacy here?” Cyrus yelled mockingly at them.
“You….you….. do you know what you have done?” yelled Professor Durnham.
“Yes, I have claimed this human cauldron for myself. Correct?” answered Cyrus with a sneer as he continued fucking Theresa.
Theresa’s eyes was wide open even though she was enjoying her fucking.
‘You… thief!” yelled Dalmier as he cast another lightning bolt at Cyrus. However, instead of deflecting it, Cyrus’ naked body directly absorbed it as if nothing had happened.
As the brother of the God of Thunder, how could he not recognize a lightning spell? In fact, he knew how to redirect the lightning even with his weak body and instead used the power of the lightning to give Theresa a tingling sensation throughout her erogenous zones, causing her to orgasm loudly.
“What….what happened” asked Professor Durnham. By now several other professors, including Miranda had arrived in the room and chased all the other acolytes away.
Cyrus happily came into Theresa’s pussy and withdrew his cock from her, still covered in her hymen blood and his cum.
“Ok. I’m ready. What do you want to do now?” he asked, his erect cock pointing at everyone menacingly.
“You… the human cauldron is our most important research for our department” Professor Durnham answered.
“Oh that’s all? I can easily help you” said Cyrus.
He snapped his fingers and Theresa to stood up, instantly hypnotized by this master hypnotist. .
He instantly drew runes in the air that surrounded Theresa, much to the astonishment of the teachers there.
“He’s so proficient in runes! Did you know your acolyte could do this?” gasped a teacher from the rune department. Miranda nodded to confirm that she knew.
He then looked around and took out several herbs from the drawers in Theresa’s room. She was a potion making acolyte after all.
“What…. What are you doing to those herbs?” asked Durnham.
The ingredients in her mouth and she automatically started chewing and swallowing them.
With an incantation, all her orifices lit up, including her pussy and anus as light shone out of them.
Her body floated in the air and Cyrus used two fingers to open up her pussy and ten red pills dropped out to his hand.
He threw them over to Professor Durnham who gasped.
“Th… these are greater healing pills! Theoretically even with a human cauldron, with the same amount of herbs will be able to create 5 of them! A normal cauldron can only produce 2!
“That’s not all” smiled Cyrus. He gestured again and an empty beaker flew into his hand from a nearby table.
He brought it to Theresa’s breasts and squeezed it. A red liquid flew out from her nipples as he milked both of her breasts. He filled beaker after beaker, ending up with 10 beakers of potions.
“These are high level greater healing potions! All these came from same amount of herbs?” Durnham asked in shock.
“Yes. And the best part is, she is still alive” Cyrus said as Theresa gently landed on the floor and suddenly her open eyes blinked and she came out of a trance and the runes dissipated.
He quickly covered her with her blanket and wrapped her bedsheets around his waist just as she woke up.
“What… why is everybody…” she suddenly became aware of her nakedness under her blanked and hugged herself holding it.
“So what do we do now? Will you teach us this technique?” asked Professor Durnham in humility.
“Let me join the potioning department. I want to work in production of potions and pills, in a profit sharing agreement of course” he smiled.
“That.. that can be arranged. But Theresa?” Durnham asked again.
“No, Theresa is mine now. Slaves are easily bought for cauldrons. The quality will be the same anyway. I did this for her, so there is no reason to leave her a permanent living cauldron” he answered.
Without hesitation, Durnham agreed.
Following that, they all left, leaving only Theresa and Cyrus.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“You will be my living cauldron from now on. You will be my living treasure” he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
Over the rest of the night, she was conscious as he used her body to produce numerous pills and potions, much to her amazement. Pills continuously dropped out of her pussy and potions continuously were milked out of her breasts.
They made so many potions and pills they were running out of beakers and containers. Finally they stopped and threw themselves on the bed.
Her pussy had colors of pills streaking out of her pussy and colored potions dripped from her breasts. Cyrus helped her by licking her clean before they took a shower together and spent the rest of the night fucking.
Chapter 10 - Cyrus' First Mission
“Acolyte Doom? I like it. That’s what I will call you from now on master” said Miranda as she sucked on Cyrus’s cock.
In public, they acted like the proper student and teacher, but in private, Miranda and her slaves waited on Cyrus hand and foot.
While asking about the mission and what to expect, the conversation with Miranda veered on to Theresa and Dalmier.
“I have to tell you something about the two of them” said Miranda while looking seriously at Cyrus.
She explained the secret arrangement between Professor Durnham and Dalmier for turning Theresa into a human cauldron.
Cyrus nodded. He was not unfamiliar with using human skin. After all, since being Miranda’s acolyte, he has been saving all the empty skins that Miranda discarded.
Their shared bedsheets were made from the skin of the male slaves that Miranda devoured. Their pillows were stuffed female skins that Cyrus devoured.
In fact, both Miranda and Cyrus daily wore underwear made from the appropriate parts of human skin, and both of them had full leather outfits made from human skin.
However, he quite liked Theresa and hated to see her life misused like this. If she was going to be anyone’s human cauldron, she would be his, not anyone else he decided.
The next day, he arrived at the entrance to the academy and met Theresa there. She wasn’t alone as Dalmier was there as were quite a number of people, most of which Cyrus have never met before.
They produced their mission token to the guardians and left the place and followed the map around 20 km away.
Cyrus had been interested in Ironwood vines for some time now. They were strong as iron and were partially sentient. They grew as big as a small animal like a rabbit and are known as pests.
Although they are strong as iron, they only entangle their prey and wait for them to die and eventually turn to fertilizer. As such, they are tricky but not particularly dangerous.
However, they do strangle out crops and other plants, making land with ironwood vines useless for food production.
Dark destructive magics are usually used to destroy these weeds and so they are the usual training fodder for acolytes.
As most of the acolytes were low level acolytes, they were only able to use simple dark magic spells like a low level decay or wither which was a basic dark magic spell.
Wither would work on these smaller vines the size of a palm and would only cause pain for anything bigger than a rabbit.
The group split up into smaller splinter groups. Cyrus obviously went with Theresa.
Cyrus watched as Theresa conjured a withering spell, destroying a patch of ironwood vines. As she was a level 6 acolyte, her withering spell was of course a higher level and could actually damage larger animals if need be.
He watched as her body moved under her loose robes and made the lower part of his body move as well.
After watching her do all the work, Cyrus decided to join in. Usually, withering spells work by one of two ways. One was by removing its lifeforce and vitality, which was what Theresa was doing. By his devouring ability, Cyrus could do the same.
However, he chose a small patch of ironwood vines and instead cast another form of withering, making it age faster.
From Theresa and the many other acolytes nearby, Cyrus absorbed and redirected their manna while they were casting and used their manna for his spell.
The acolytes including Theresa were confused as their spells fizzled out while they were casting, which they haven't experienced since they were level 1 acolytes.
Meanwhile nearby, instead of withering, the vine Cyrus cast his spell on grew larger and larger and within seconds.
“What are you doing? I’ve never seen Ironwood vines grow so large” said Theresa as she wondered over to him.
“Do you have any idea how old ironwood vines grow to?” Cyrus asked.
“No, they are usually killed off early” she said in amazement.
By now the vines had grown so large the vines reached the sky. The vines were swaying like monsters, it looked truly terrifying.
Cyrus smiled and walked directly into the large mass of vines
“Cyrus!” screamed Theresa. By now many other acolytes had arrived to look at the terrifyingly large ironwood vine.
As the vines attacked them, they found that their spells had little effect due to the size of the vines. Even Dalmier who had just arrived, found that his spells were useless against the vines.
Suddenly, as if there was a black hole sucking in the vines, the vines all withdrew to one point and vanished in an instant as he activated his fifth rune.
Stunned, the acolytes all looked as Cyrus sheepishly walked out. He was half naked as his acolyte robe was torn to bits. He used the remainder part of his cloak and wore it like a sarong.
“Doom. What is the meaning of this?” asked a teacher who was also in the area.
“Just an experiment I was doing. No one was hurt right?” answered Cyrus.
“You… you’re level 3 now?” asked Theresa as she sensed his cultivation increase.
“Yes, I guess I am. It worked” smiled Cyrus. He had accelerated the growth of the vines then used his devour ability of his fourth rune to absorb it’s energy.
This gave him a gigantic boost and enabled him to get to the next level in an instant. Usually, a change in levels require 9-12 months each level change.
“You! Where the hell do you think you are going? What experiment were you doing?” yelled Dalmier at Cyrus.
“None of your business. I am Vice-Principal Miranda’s acolyte. This is my secret project and I don’t have to tell you anything” answered Cyrus as he walked away.
“You.. impudent!” yelled Dalmier as he shot a bolt of lightning at Cyrus.
With a wave of his hand, Cyrus easily deflected the lightning away towards a field nearby full of ironwood vines, disintegrating them.
The rest were in shock. Lightning bolts, while a basic spell for mages, were considered a high level spell for acolytes due to the control and manna needed to cast it.
For Cyrus, a mere level 3 acolyte to deflect it meant that he was more powerful than the caster? Dalmier was a level 9 and nearly a full mage already!
Cyrus walked off with Theresa in hand and reported that they had completed their minimum requirement to fulfill their mission.
They were paid in magic crystals, which could be used for magical supplies and other things in the academy. Magic crystals were the main currency among magicians in the kingdom and could be used in trade or refined in the body for cultivation growth.
Cyrus smiled, this was the first amount of currency he has earned since arriving.
In public, they acted like the proper student and teacher, but in private, Miranda and her slaves waited on Cyrus hand and foot.
While asking about the mission and what to expect, the conversation with Miranda veered on to Theresa and Dalmier.
“I have to tell you something about the two of them” said Miranda while looking seriously at Cyrus.
She explained the secret arrangement between Professor Durnham and Dalmier for turning Theresa into a human cauldron.
Cyrus nodded. He was not unfamiliar with using human skin. After all, since being Miranda’s acolyte, he has been saving all the empty skins that Miranda discarded.
Their shared bedsheets were made from the skin of the male slaves that Miranda devoured. Their pillows were stuffed female skins that Cyrus devoured.
In fact, both Miranda and Cyrus daily wore underwear made from the appropriate parts of human skin, and both of them had full leather outfits made from human skin.
However, he quite liked Theresa and hated to see her life misused like this. If she was going to be anyone’s human cauldron, she would be his, not anyone else he decided.
The next day, he arrived at the entrance to the academy and met Theresa there. She wasn’t alone as Dalmier was there as were quite a number of people, most of which Cyrus have never met before.
They produced their mission token to the guardians and left the place and followed the map around 20 km away.
Cyrus had been interested in Ironwood vines for some time now. They were strong as iron and were partially sentient. They grew as big as a small animal like a rabbit and are known as pests.
Although they are strong as iron, they only entangle their prey and wait for them to die and eventually turn to fertilizer. As such, they are tricky but not particularly dangerous.
However, they do strangle out crops and other plants, making land with ironwood vines useless for food production.
Dark destructive magics are usually used to destroy these weeds and so they are the usual training fodder for acolytes.
As most of the acolytes were low level acolytes, they were only able to use simple dark magic spells like a low level decay or wither which was a basic dark magic spell.
Wither would work on these smaller vines the size of a palm and would only cause pain for anything bigger than a rabbit.
The group split up into smaller splinter groups. Cyrus obviously went with Theresa.
Cyrus watched as Theresa conjured a withering spell, destroying a patch of ironwood vines. As she was a level 6 acolyte, her withering spell was of course a higher level and could actually damage larger animals if need be.
He watched as her body moved under her loose robes and made the lower part of his body move as well.
After watching her do all the work, Cyrus decided to join in. Usually, withering spells work by one of two ways. One was by removing its lifeforce and vitality, which was what Theresa was doing. By his devouring ability, Cyrus could do the same.
However, he chose a small patch of ironwood vines and instead cast another form of withering, making it age faster.
From Theresa and the many other acolytes nearby, Cyrus absorbed and redirected their manna while they were casting and used their manna for his spell.
The acolytes including Theresa were confused as their spells fizzled out while they were casting, which they haven't experienced since they were level 1 acolytes.
Meanwhile nearby, instead of withering, the vine Cyrus cast his spell on grew larger and larger and within seconds.
“What are you doing? I’ve never seen Ironwood vines grow so large” said Theresa as she wondered over to him.
“Do you have any idea how old ironwood vines grow to?” Cyrus asked.
“No, they are usually killed off early” she said in amazement.
By now the vines had grown so large the vines reached the sky. The vines were swaying like monsters, it looked truly terrifying.
Cyrus smiled and walked directly into the large mass of vines
“Cyrus!” screamed Theresa. By now many other acolytes had arrived to look at the terrifyingly large ironwood vine.
As the vines attacked them, they found that their spells had little effect due to the size of the vines. Even Dalmier who had just arrived, found that his spells were useless against the vines.
Suddenly, as if there was a black hole sucking in the vines, the vines all withdrew to one point and vanished in an instant as he activated his fifth rune.
Stunned, the acolytes all looked as Cyrus sheepishly walked out. He was half naked as his acolyte robe was torn to bits. He used the remainder part of his cloak and wore it like a sarong.
“Doom. What is the meaning of this?” asked a teacher who was also in the area.
“Just an experiment I was doing. No one was hurt right?” answered Cyrus.
“You… you’re level 3 now?” asked Theresa as she sensed his cultivation increase.
“Yes, I guess I am. It worked” smiled Cyrus. He had accelerated the growth of the vines then used his devour ability of his fourth rune to absorb it’s energy.
This gave him a gigantic boost and enabled him to get to the next level in an instant. Usually, a change in levels require 9-12 months each level change.
“You! Where the hell do you think you are going? What experiment were you doing?” yelled Dalmier at Cyrus.
“None of your business. I am Vice-Principal Miranda’s acolyte. This is my secret project and I don’t have to tell you anything” answered Cyrus as he walked away.
“You.. impudent!” yelled Dalmier as he shot a bolt of lightning at Cyrus.
With a wave of his hand, Cyrus easily deflected the lightning away towards a field nearby full of ironwood vines, disintegrating them.
The rest were in shock. Lightning bolts, while a basic spell for mages, were considered a high level spell for acolytes due to the control and manna needed to cast it.
For Cyrus, a mere level 3 acolyte to deflect it meant that he was more powerful than the caster? Dalmier was a level 9 and nearly a full mage already!
Cyrus walked off with Theresa in hand and reported that they had completed their minimum requirement to fulfill their mission.
They were paid in magic crystals, which could be used for magical supplies and other things in the academy. Magic crystals were the main currency among magicians in the kingdom and could be used in trade or refined in the body for cultivation growth.
Cyrus smiled, this was the first amount of currency he has earned since arriving.
Chapter 9 - Theresa Rosewater
Cyrus walked to his allocated dorm room. This was the first time he’s been here and he wanted to see what was inside his possessions from his home that he brought with him.
Since he woke up in the shared carriage with Andrew, to the flight over to the Abominable Abyss Academy, he has never checked what was inside his chest of possessions.
Did he have gold? Any personal effects? As he was about to enter his room somebody approached him.
“Hi. Are you new?” asked a pretty girl who apparently was living in the room opposite the corridor.
“No, I’ve been here for 6 months. But only now have I wanted to retrieve some of my possessions” he answered.
“Oh, I didn’t know anyone lived here. I assumed you must have been killed or something. Many of the acolytes get maimed or killed in experiments you know” she said.
Cyrus nodded “My name is Cyrus Van Dume. And you are?” he asked.
“Oh! I’m Theresa Rosewater. Pleased to meet you. Who are you studying under? I am studying under Professor Durnham the potions master” she said with a smile.
“I’m under uh… Mistress Miranda. I think she’s the Vice Principal here” he answered.
“Miranda Malthorn? THE Miranda Malthorn? She has an acolyte?” Theresa said in shock.
"Yes. Why?" Cyrus laughed as he asked.
“I keep hearing rumors of bones keep being brought out of her area, we all assumed that if she ever had any acolytes, they would already be dead” she said.
“No. Its just the secret experiments we do.” He answered.
“Oh… do you want to go for lunch?” she asked, immediately changing the topic.
“Sure, let me quickly check my room for a minute” he said as he opened the door.
Inside the room were a neat bed, a table and chair, and his chest. He opened it to find some old clothes and a sword. Luckily inside his spare boots, he found a small bag of gold. It was supposed to be his pocket money for his school year, so it was a pretty decent amount of gold as befitting a son of a Baron.
He pocketed the bag of gold and left the room to meet up with Theresa.
They headed down to the canteen and for the first time, Cyrus tasted the food here. It was quite delicious since he hasn’t tasted food for so long.
While enjoying Theresa’s company, he saw Jamie and Melissa and waved them over.
“Greetings senior. Hi Cyrus. I am surprised you are still alive, since we haven’t seen you for half a year” said Melissa timidly.
“I’ve been busy. Where is Jason?” he asked as he didn’t see him around.
“Jason…. Jason died several months ago. He was used as a experiment to imbue super strength, but he simply exploded after his muscles grew too big” Jamie explained.
“Oh, what a pity” sighed Cyrus.
“Since you are Vice-Principal Miranda’s acolyte, do you know what happened to James?” asked Jamie.
“James died several months ago. Also in an experiment” said Cyrus. He didn’t explain that he was used as part of Miranda’s food, and was absorbed months ago.
“Anyway, we’ll leave you two be. I hope to see you around” said Melissa as she and Jamie left.
“Are those friends of yours?” asked Theresa
“I'm not sure we can be considered friends, but we came together to the academy at the same time” explained Cyrus casually. Theresa nodded.
“So what are you doing now? Do you want to go on a mission with me?” Theresa asked.
“What kind of mission?” asked Cyrus
“Let’s look for one to level up and get experience!” she said with an eager smile.
Cyrus thought about it and nodded. He hasn’t been out of the Academy and only strayed between Miranda’s domicile and the nearby Academy Library for the whole time he has been here. It should be fun.
“Ok. What do I do?” he asked
Theresa rolled her eyes. “What has Vice-Principal Malthorn been teaching you these last few months? Follow me” she said dragging him along.
Theresa was a beautiful girl, and pulling Cyrus around brought jealous glances as they went to the guild area to get a mission.
“Most of these are the simple and safe missions” Theresa pointed on the wall. Most of them were killing simple level 1 pests like wild boars or blood wasps. There are some for level 2 wererats too.
“Up to you. Its my first time, so I rely on your choice” smiled Cyrus.
“Since I am a level 6 acolyte, I’ll take care of you. Lets do this one, a level 5 mission to weed out ironwood vines” she smiled as she registered the mission.
“Oh, isn’t it Acolyte Rosewater. And who is this? Level 2 Acolyte Van Dume is it? What kind of name is that? Lets put you in as Acolyte Doom. Sounds cooler” said the long haired teacher behind the counter recording missions.
“That’s fine with me” said Cyrus. He didn’t care either way, as his soul and personality was Loki’s, not Cyrus’.
“Theresa! What a coincidence! Are you doing the same mission as me? Why if didn’t know better, I would think you were stalking me” boomed a male voice from behind.
“Dalmier! Who wants to follow you? I am here with Acolyte Doom” Theresa said as she hugged Cyrus’ arm, her soft boobs mashed wonderfully against his triceps.
Dalmier looked at him with disdain. “A level 2 trash acolyte is doing a level 5 mission? Going to need the protection of a girl, aren’t you” he laughed.
Cyrus shrugged and led Theresa away, her body still clinging to him and whispering happily to each other.
Dalmier looked at them in a huff and registered the same mission. He was a level 9 acolyte and has had his eyes on Theresa for some time now. He was going to graduate not long now, and in his field of research, to fully get the benefits of his studies he would need a human cauldron. And he had selected Theresa Rosewater.
Dalmier was the star student of the potion making department and joined at the same time as Theresa. In order to graduate and become a level 1 Mage in potion making, he researched making a human cauldron. .
A human cauldron was a forbidden process using the body of a talented acolyte to form a cauldron. Theresa’s head would be cut off and her internal organs would be hollowed out from the hole in the neck, leaving a cavity that acts like a cauldron.
The reason he chose Theresa was because he was sexually attracted to her and she was still a virgin. To keep the cauldron going, he would need to fuck the body’s vagina to generate sacred fire in the body, after which the pills and potions will be produced in the body cavity.
This banned magical cauldron is able to produce untold difficult potions and pills that would be near impossible to do on a regular basis.
His teacher Professor Durnham had agreed to share Theresa’s body. The cauldron would be shared with the potion making department, promoting Dalmier to a Professor once he reached level 1 as a mage.
Cyrus left Theresa at her room and agreed to meet up the next day for the mission. She gave him a longing look, but as they barely knew each other, Cyrus decided not to get too involved yet.
Since he woke up in the shared carriage with Andrew, to the flight over to the Abominable Abyss Academy, he has never checked what was inside his chest of possessions.
Did he have gold? Any personal effects? As he was about to enter his room somebody approached him.
“Hi. Are you new?” asked a pretty girl who apparently was living in the room opposite the corridor.
“No, I’ve been here for 6 months. But only now have I wanted to retrieve some of my possessions” he answered.
“Oh, I didn’t know anyone lived here. I assumed you must have been killed or something. Many of the acolytes get maimed or killed in experiments you know” she said.
Cyrus nodded “My name is Cyrus Van Dume. And you are?” he asked.
“Oh! I’m Theresa Rosewater. Pleased to meet you. Who are you studying under? I am studying under Professor Durnham the potions master” she said with a smile.
“I’m under uh… Mistress Miranda. I think she’s the Vice Principal here” he answered.
“Miranda Malthorn? THE Miranda Malthorn? She has an acolyte?” Theresa said in shock.
"Yes. Why?" Cyrus laughed as he asked.
“I keep hearing rumors of bones keep being brought out of her area, we all assumed that if she ever had any acolytes, they would already be dead” she said.
“No. Its just the secret experiments we do.” He answered.
“Oh… do you want to go for lunch?” she asked, immediately changing the topic.
“Sure, let me quickly check my room for a minute” he said as he opened the door.
Inside the room were a neat bed, a table and chair, and his chest. He opened it to find some old clothes and a sword. Luckily inside his spare boots, he found a small bag of gold. It was supposed to be his pocket money for his school year, so it was a pretty decent amount of gold as befitting a son of a Baron.
He pocketed the bag of gold and left the room to meet up with Theresa.
They headed down to the canteen and for the first time, Cyrus tasted the food here. It was quite delicious since he hasn’t tasted food for so long.
While enjoying Theresa’s company, he saw Jamie and Melissa and waved them over.
“Greetings senior. Hi Cyrus. I am surprised you are still alive, since we haven’t seen you for half a year” said Melissa timidly.
“I’ve been busy. Where is Jason?” he asked as he didn’t see him around.
“Jason…. Jason died several months ago. He was used as a experiment to imbue super strength, but he simply exploded after his muscles grew too big” Jamie explained.
“Oh, what a pity” sighed Cyrus.
“Since you are Vice-Principal Miranda’s acolyte, do you know what happened to James?” asked Jamie.
“James died several months ago. Also in an experiment” said Cyrus. He didn’t explain that he was used as part of Miranda’s food, and was absorbed months ago.
“Anyway, we’ll leave you two be. I hope to see you around” said Melissa as she and Jamie left.
“Are those friends of yours?” asked Theresa
“I'm not sure we can be considered friends, but we came together to the academy at the same time” explained Cyrus casually. Theresa nodded.
“So what are you doing now? Do you want to go on a mission with me?” Theresa asked.
“What kind of mission?” asked Cyrus
“Let’s look for one to level up and get experience!” she said with an eager smile.
Cyrus thought about it and nodded. He hasn’t been out of the Academy and only strayed between Miranda’s domicile and the nearby Academy Library for the whole time he has been here. It should be fun.
“Ok. What do I do?” he asked
Theresa rolled her eyes. “What has Vice-Principal Malthorn been teaching you these last few months? Follow me” she said dragging him along.
Theresa was a beautiful girl, and pulling Cyrus around brought jealous glances as they went to the guild area to get a mission.
“Most of these are the simple and safe missions” Theresa pointed on the wall. Most of them were killing simple level 1 pests like wild boars or blood wasps. There are some for level 2 wererats too.
“Up to you. Its my first time, so I rely on your choice” smiled Cyrus.
“Since I am a level 6 acolyte, I’ll take care of you. Lets do this one, a level 5 mission to weed out ironwood vines” she smiled as she registered the mission.
“Oh, isn’t it Acolyte Rosewater. And who is this? Level 2 Acolyte Van Dume is it? What kind of name is that? Lets put you in as Acolyte Doom. Sounds cooler” said the long haired teacher behind the counter recording missions.
“That’s fine with me” said Cyrus. He didn’t care either way, as his soul and personality was Loki’s, not Cyrus’.
“Theresa! What a coincidence! Are you doing the same mission as me? Why if didn’t know better, I would think you were stalking me” boomed a male voice from behind.
“Dalmier! Who wants to follow you? I am here with Acolyte Doom” Theresa said as she hugged Cyrus’ arm, her soft boobs mashed wonderfully against his triceps.
Dalmier looked at him with disdain. “A level 2 trash acolyte is doing a level 5 mission? Going to need the protection of a girl, aren’t you” he laughed.
Cyrus shrugged and led Theresa away, her body still clinging to him and whispering happily to each other.
Dalmier looked at them in a huff and registered the same mission. He was a level 9 acolyte and has had his eyes on Theresa for some time now. He was going to graduate not long now, and in his field of research, to fully get the benefits of his studies he would need a human cauldron. And he had selected Theresa Rosewater.
Dalmier was the star student of the potion making department and joined at the same time as Theresa. In order to graduate and become a level 1 Mage in potion making, he researched making a human cauldron. .
A human cauldron was a forbidden process using the body of a talented acolyte to form a cauldron. Theresa’s head would be cut off and her internal organs would be hollowed out from the hole in the neck, leaving a cavity that acts like a cauldron.
The reason he chose Theresa was because he was sexually attracted to her and she was still a virgin. To keep the cauldron going, he would need to fuck the body’s vagina to generate sacred fire in the body, after which the pills and potions will be produced in the body cavity.
This banned magical cauldron is able to produce untold difficult potions and pills that would be near impossible to do on a regular basis.
His teacher Professor Durnham had agreed to share Theresa’s body. The cauldron would be shared with the potion making department, promoting Dalmier to a Professor once he reached level 1 as a mage.
Cyrus left Theresa at her room and agreed to meet up the next day for the mission. She gave him a longing look, but as they barely knew each other, Cyrus decided not to get too involved yet.
Chapter 8 - Becoming the Master
Time passed very quickly in the Abominable Abyss. Cyrus spent the following week studying all the many books and journals left by Miranda.
Cyrus never slept in his dorm and slept nightly in a small bed near Miranda’s. He could watch nightly as Miranda enjoyed her slaves, and sometimes he was invited to join as well.
However, he always joined in only after Miranda has been sated and left a bag of bones on the floor next to her, just to be safe and not be consumed.
For the rest of the first six weeks, he spent time scouring the whole library of the Abominable Abyss.
As Loki, he was already a god level master in many different spell schools of the Norse Nine Realms.
With the knowledge of Mimir, his knowledge was even more impressive and included knowledge of other Pantheons of Gods as well, namely the Greek and Egyptian gods.
However, for all his knowledge, he could not cast his magics here. As many of his magics were dependent on him being a god, with a godly reserve of magical power. His current body could not perform any of them at his current acolyte level.
That was not to say he couldn't control magic other magicians were performing. He was after all a God of magic, and once cast, he could manipulate the magics of other magicians, without using any of his manna.
However, if no magic was performed by anyone nearby, he was no better than a normal human. And the hunger still plagued him endlessly.
He set up arrays in one of the laboratories to absorb energy from the surrounding. Luckily he was also a godlike master in inscriptions, runes and alchemy. He had many ideas how to sate his hunger. But he needed to experiment if his knowledge worked here.
He sat in a large array to absorb enough energy to sate his hunger. This sated him for a day or two. Pleased that his arrays worked, he decided to go ahead with his plans for something more permanent.
He cleared a room completely bare of any furnishings and stripped naked and started creating powerful but small invisible runes on his body. They were only visible when they were activated.
He then drew complicated lines in the air that glowed and stayed suspended in the air. Every movement was smooth and well practiced, Cyrus imbued his full knowledge into each rune that would be permanently placed on his own naked body.
The first rune on his body was like a ring that fit around the base of his penis that fit like a penis ring. This was, in his opinion, his most important rune. Once activated, it will enslave the person he fucks, as well as copy their abilities and skills. It also gave him an immunity to people with the same abilities.
This was done as a safeguard to prevent Miranda from being able to absorb him.
The other effect of the rune on his penis is that his cum, if ingested was a drug that made the person who ingest it addicted to his cum. The smell of his cum was an aphrodisiac that makes women horny. This made his task so much more easier if he wanted to enslave gorgeous women.
The second rune he created was attached between his eyebrows, like a third eye. Whenever it was opened, a third ethereal eye opened on his forehead and absorbed all knowledge around him, including books and scrolls. .
Initially he needed to physically read the books to absorb the knowledge. After creating his rune, he could absorb every bit of knowledge by simply being in the same room as the books as his third eye opened.
This ability was not only used to absorb knowledge from books, but it gave him the ability to see through objects, see in absolute darkness as well as detect hidden objects.
The third rune was created on his left palm. When activated, it can passively absorb energy from beings around him. When actively used, a glowing red seal will fly our of his palm to actively kill and "eat" a being.
The seal will actively upgrade as it eats, and if it eats a being with a different level than him, new seals will be created to join the original seal.
The fourth rune was placed in his right palm that gave him the ability to forcefully attract or repel objects, as well as increase and decrease gravity. This gave him a form of telekinesis, except that he had to use his hand to aim this ability.
However, he kept these abilities a secret, as they were vastly different from the magics available here. He needed them as he was still too weak and vulnerable at his current state, not being able to do magic yet.
After half a year, he no longer felt hungry from the curse Miranda placed on him. Initially, he was struggling as Miranda didn’t let him feed on her slaves.
However, after creating his runes on his body, allowing him to absorb energy and even lifeforce by mere touch, he hungered no more.
So it was easy to absorb the lifeforce of the many slaves Miranda had, but only a little from each and every one of them, enabling him to satisfy his hunger while confounding Miranda since all her slaves were alive and in full health.
By half a year, he was directly absorbing energy from the surrounding and if he wanted, from people nearby. But he would carefully do so, only absorbing less than 1% of their total energy.
After 6 months, he had exhausted the knowledge of the library and was no longer hungry.
However, he was still a level 1 acolyte as his cultivation had never improved. It had only stabilized. Miranda inquired about why he was still stuck at such a low cultivation. He showed her his rune on his palm, but only the passive usage of it.
She was astounded. Something that she had struggled with for decades, her new acolyte had been able to solve in 6 months.
“Can you show me how its done?” she asked eagerly.
“Sure” he answered. Immediately he used a finger and started drawing runes in the air.
“You are a rune master? How are you able to do that?” Miranda asked in shock.
“I have a gift in many forms of magic. I just had never heard of devouring before” he answered as he used his other hand and started drawing another rune simultaneously.
“I…. I can’t perform runes” lamented Miranda. Rune drawing was a specialized skill, like making potions or forging magical weapons.
“Don’t worry. I am doing this for you” he answered with a smile.
As he drew more and more runes, the runes started to merge together to form a large glowing circular shaped rune in the air.
“Please strip and lie down facing the upwards” he said.
Miranda eagerly did so, exposing her beautiful nude body. As she lay down, he placed his hand on her head and suddenly a rune was placed on her forehead.
Her eyes opened wide, but she could not move. She watched in horror as Cyrus opened her legs and parted her vagina with his fingers, exposing her cervix.
He placed the tip of his penis on her pussy opening and suddenly, the tip of his penis glowed in a purple light as he plunged in deep into her, ramming her cervix. A rune was directly implanted on her cervix deep in her pussy from his penis.
In that instant, there was a glow around Cyrus’ body, indicating he had advanced to a level 2 acolyte.
Although he has made love to Miranda many times, this was the first time since he created his runes on his body.
With a quick move, he removed the rune from her forehead that was immobilizing her.
“What… what did you do to me?” she asked in anger.
“I’ve merely made you mine. Forever more, I am your master” Cyrus said with a smile.
“But… why? Haven’t I always treated you well?” she asked.
“Yes you have. This is why I want things to remain the same between us, except now you won’t be able to betray me. I needed to do this so I can freely show you my full abilities” he said.
Although she was angry, she somehow accepted his explanation as if it made the most perfect sense.
“Now turn over and I will impart the ability to control the devouring force” he said.
She turned over obediently and her eyes popped open as she felt Cyrus’ large cock touch her anus.
Although she is extremely promiscuous, she had never experience anal sex before.
Cyrus placed a small rune on the back of her neck which quickly disappeared into her skin. As it did so, he shoved his large cock deep into her ass.
She grunted and he started pumping into her ass and pulling her torso upwards by grabbing her breasts from behind.
She started moaning and tears flowed from her eyes as she felt him eventually cumming into her ass.
He turned her around and started fucking her pussy. “Now I don’t need to fear you eating me up” he smiled and commanded two male slaves to stand on either side of them.
Miranda grabbed their cocks, one on each hand and started absorbing their lifeforce and leaving them as bag of bones while still leaving Cyrus intact.
Miranda was so happy she hugged Cyrus and kissed him, her hands were still holding on to the empty penis skin and flapping the bags of bones around.
She found that she could also absorb the lifeforces of her slaves from afar, just by being in the same room as them. "Thats right. Absorb less than 1% from each slave, and you'll never go hungry. How do you think I've been surviving all this while?" explained Cyrus.
After they were sated fucking several times, they sat up. Cyrus informed her that he wanted to explore the rest of the academy, listen to other lectures and maybe even do missions.
After all, he was still merely a level 2 acolyte and needed to level up if he wanted to be promoted to magus.
He had all the magical knowledge of his previous godly life as well as all the knowledge of the Academy Library. However, his own personal manna was still very weak, making all the knowledge unusable for now.
He thus devised a way to grow his cultivation, not by usual methods, but by acquiring more minions like Miranda to devour for him.
Miranda agreed. He was her acolyte after all and she should be encouraging him to improve.
Cyrus had his own ideas and now had the freedom and authority using Miranda’s position. Now it was time to improve his cultivation levels.
Cyrus never slept in his dorm and slept nightly in a small bed near Miranda’s. He could watch nightly as Miranda enjoyed her slaves, and sometimes he was invited to join as well.
However, he always joined in only after Miranda has been sated and left a bag of bones on the floor next to her, just to be safe and not be consumed.
For the rest of the first six weeks, he spent time scouring the whole library of the Abominable Abyss.
As Loki, he was already a god level master in many different spell schools of the Norse Nine Realms.
With the knowledge of Mimir, his knowledge was even more impressive and included knowledge of other Pantheons of Gods as well, namely the Greek and Egyptian gods.
However, for all his knowledge, he could not cast his magics here. As many of his magics were dependent on him being a god, with a godly reserve of magical power. His current body could not perform any of them at his current acolyte level.
That was not to say he couldn't control magic other magicians were performing. He was after all a God of magic, and once cast, he could manipulate the magics of other magicians, without using any of his manna.
However, if no magic was performed by anyone nearby, he was no better than a normal human. And the hunger still plagued him endlessly.
He set up arrays in one of the laboratories to absorb energy from the surrounding. Luckily he was also a godlike master in inscriptions, runes and alchemy. He had many ideas how to sate his hunger. But he needed to experiment if his knowledge worked here.
He sat in a large array to absorb enough energy to sate his hunger. This sated him for a day or two. Pleased that his arrays worked, he decided to go ahead with his plans for something more permanent.
He cleared a room completely bare of any furnishings and stripped naked and started creating powerful but small invisible runes on his body. They were only visible when they were activated.
He then drew complicated lines in the air that glowed and stayed suspended in the air. Every movement was smooth and well practiced, Cyrus imbued his full knowledge into each rune that would be permanently placed on his own naked body.
The first rune on his body was like a ring that fit around the base of his penis that fit like a penis ring. This was, in his opinion, his most important rune. Once activated, it will enslave the person he fucks, as well as copy their abilities and skills. It also gave him an immunity to people with the same abilities.
This was done as a safeguard to prevent Miranda from being able to absorb him.
The other effect of the rune on his penis is that his cum, if ingested was a drug that made the person who ingest it addicted to his cum. The smell of his cum was an aphrodisiac that makes women horny. This made his task so much more easier if he wanted to enslave gorgeous women.
The second rune he created was attached between his eyebrows, like a third eye. Whenever it was opened, a third ethereal eye opened on his forehead and absorbed all knowledge around him, including books and scrolls. .
Initially he needed to physically read the books to absorb the knowledge. After creating his rune, he could absorb every bit of knowledge by simply being in the same room as the books as his third eye opened.
This ability was not only used to absorb knowledge from books, but it gave him the ability to see through objects, see in absolute darkness as well as detect hidden objects.
The third rune was created on his left palm. When activated, it can passively absorb energy from beings around him. When actively used, a glowing red seal will fly our of his palm to actively kill and "eat" a being.
The seal will actively upgrade as it eats, and if it eats a being with a different level than him, new seals will be created to join the original seal.
The fourth rune was placed in his right palm that gave him the ability to forcefully attract or repel objects, as well as increase and decrease gravity. This gave him a form of telekinesis, except that he had to use his hand to aim this ability.
However, he kept these abilities a secret, as they were vastly different from the magics available here. He needed them as he was still too weak and vulnerable at his current state, not being able to do magic yet.
After half a year, he no longer felt hungry from the curse Miranda placed on him. Initially, he was struggling as Miranda didn’t let him feed on her slaves.
However, after creating his runes on his body, allowing him to absorb energy and even lifeforce by mere touch, he hungered no more.
So it was easy to absorb the lifeforce of the many slaves Miranda had, but only a little from each and every one of them, enabling him to satisfy his hunger while confounding Miranda since all her slaves were alive and in full health.
By half a year, he was directly absorbing energy from the surrounding and if he wanted, from people nearby. But he would carefully do so, only absorbing less than 1% of their total energy.
After 6 months, he had exhausted the knowledge of the library and was no longer hungry.
However, he was still a level 1 acolyte as his cultivation had never improved. It had only stabilized. Miranda inquired about why he was still stuck at such a low cultivation. He showed her his rune on his palm, but only the passive usage of it.
She was astounded. Something that she had struggled with for decades, her new acolyte had been able to solve in 6 months.
“Can you show me how its done?” she asked eagerly.
“Sure” he answered. Immediately he used a finger and started drawing runes in the air.
“You are a rune master? How are you able to do that?” Miranda asked in shock.
“I have a gift in many forms of magic. I just had never heard of devouring before” he answered as he used his other hand and started drawing another rune simultaneously.
“I…. I can’t perform runes” lamented Miranda. Rune drawing was a specialized skill, like making potions or forging magical weapons.
“Don’t worry. I am doing this for you” he answered with a smile.
As he drew more and more runes, the runes started to merge together to form a large glowing circular shaped rune in the air.
“Please strip and lie down facing the upwards” he said.
Miranda eagerly did so, exposing her beautiful nude body. As she lay down, he placed his hand on her head and suddenly a rune was placed on her forehead.
Her eyes opened wide, but she could not move. She watched in horror as Cyrus opened her legs and parted her vagina with his fingers, exposing her cervix.
He placed the tip of his penis on her pussy opening and suddenly, the tip of his penis glowed in a purple light as he plunged in deep into her, ramming her cervix. A rune was directly implanted on her cervix deep in her pussy from his penis.
In that instant, there was a glow around Cyrus’ body, indicating he had advanced to a level 2 acolyte.
Although he has made love to Miranda many times, this was the first time since he created his runes on his body.
With a quick move, he removed the rune from her forehead that was immobilizing her.
“What… what did you do to me?” she asked in anger.
“I’ve merely made you mine. Forever more, I am your master” Cyrus said with a smile.
“But… why? Haven’t I always treated you well?” she asked.
“Yes you have. This is why I want things to remain the same between us, except now you won’t be able to betray me. I needed to do this so I can freely show you my full abilities” he said.
Although she was angry, she somehow accepted his explanation as if it made the most perfect sense.
“Now turn over and I will impart the ability to control the devouring force” he said.
She turned over obediently and her eyes popped open as she felt Cyrus’ large cock touch her anus.
Although she is extremely promiscuous, she had never experience anal sex before.
Cyrus placed a small rune on the back of her neck which quickly disappeared into her skin. As it did so, he shoved his large cock deep into her ass.
She grunted and he started pumping into her ass and pulling her torso upwards by grabbing her breasts from behind.
She started moaning and tears flowed from her eyes as she felt him eventually cumming into her ass.
He turned her around and started fucking her pussy. “Now I don’t need to fear you eating me up” he smiled and commanded two male slaves to stand on either side of them.
Miranda grabbed their cocks, one on each hand and started absorbing their lifeforce and leaving them as bag of bones while still leaving Cyrus intact.
Miranda was so happy she hugged Cyrus and kissed him, her hands were still holding on to the empty penis skin and flapping the bags of bones around.
She found that she could also absorb the lifeforces of her slaves from afar, just by being in the same room as them. "Thats right. Absorb less than 1% from each slave, and you'll never go hungry. How do you think I've been surviving all this while?" explained Cyrus.
After they were sated fucking several times, they sat up. Cyrus informed her that he wanted to explore the rest of the academy, listen to other lectures and maybe even do missions.
After all, he was still merely a level 2 acolyte and needed to level up if he wanted to be promoted to magus.
He had all the magical knowledge of his previous godly life as well as all the knowledge of the Academy Library. However, his own personal manna was still very weak, making all the knowledge unusable for now.
He thus devised a way to grow his cultivation, not by usual methods, but by acquiring more minions like Miranda to devour for him.
Miranda agreed. He was her acolyte after all and she should be encouraging him to improve.
Cyrus had his own ideas and now had the freedom and authority using Miranda’s position. Now it was time to improve his cultivation levels.
Chapter 7 - The Devouring Path
“Welcome to the Abominable Abyss, School of unrestrained thought!” the teacher said as she gestured.
A large tomb they were standing next to opened up and had stairs that led down deep into the ground.
“Follow me and don’t touch the sides” she said. She walked down followed by the chosen acolytes and then the other acolytes. The slaves walked in last.
Cyrus followed and found the underground labyrinth was lit with glowing fungus that was growing on the ceilings. They were led past several statues that he guessed were guardians of the place.
After a while they were brought to a hall that had two old men and a seductive looking women waiting for them.
“Ah, you’ve brought my slaves” said the women eagerly.
The teacher that brought them nodded and commanded the students to line up in front of the two old men.
“This is a list of the teachers here and their specialties. You are given one minute to choose, or I will randomly assign a teacher for you” he said.
The chosen 3 were naturally first, and it appeared they already had a teacher they would like to teach them. They were given a piece of paper to direct and introduce them to their chosen teachers.
As for Jason, Melissa and Jamie, they quickly flipped through the book. They didn’t expect to be rushed like this. However, they have never heard of most of the magics being thought and finally allowed the old man to choose for them.
The old man gave an evil laugh and assigned them each to an instructor. They looked at each other and hoped they made the right choice as they took their pieces of paper. They looked at Cyrus and quickly left.
Lastly, it was Cyrus’s turn. He didn’t bother looking at the book and simply said “I want to be thought by her” he said, pointing to the teacher who bought the slaves.
All the teachers looked at him and gasped.
“Are you sure? Do you know what I do?” asked the beautiful lady.
“No I don’t. But knowing that you require a tremendous amount of good looking slaves, I am very interested” he said with a smile.
“If I use a lot of slaves for my experiments, aren’t you scared of becoming one of my experiments?” she asked.
“My body is yours to do as you please” he said with a smile.
“Interesting. I will take you as my acolyte. My name is Miranda. I am the vice-principal of the school and a Level 2 Mage” she said approvingly.
“My name is Cyrus Van Dume, I am your humble student” he said with a smile.
She took the piece of paper on the table and signed something and said “Ok. Follow me Cyrus Van Dume” and she walked out. He followed her and the slaves automatically followed as well.
They walked for a while before arriving at a large private area. As he entered, he could see good looking slaves of both sexes standing like statues lined up on the walls, all of them naked.
Miranda directed the new slaves to clean up, strip and join the other slaves.
As she walked, several slave girls approached and started taking off Miranda’s clothes leaving her completely naked.
It was unknown how old she was, but her body was beautiful with full breasts that slightly sagged, a lean body and a cleanly shaven pussy.
She then turned around and looked at Cyrus. “Ok, strip. I want to look at you.” She said.
He smiled and undressed unveiling his impressive 8 inch cock dangling between his legs.
“Oh my, I have caught an interesting acolyte” she said.
“Do you know my area of speciality?” she asked.
“No idea. Something to do with sex?” he answered.
She laughed and answered “No. My area of study is the area of devouring lifeforce. My nick name is Miranda the Devourer.” she said. “Now I will show you why”.
She gestured and a handsome black man with a large cock approached. She opened her legs and he immediately approached between her legs and started fucking her.
Cyrus watched and after a few minutes, the black man came into Miranda. As he did so, his large muscular body suddenly shriveled up leaving behind literally his skin and bones.
She pushed him off and his deflated body fell off her and onto the floor. His skeleton could clearly be seen falling apart under his skin.
"A succubus!" thought Cyrus to himself.
“So, what do you think?” she asked
“Are you looking to make your absorption faster, or make it so that you won’t kill your partner?” he asked.
“Both. My area is the study of absorbing energy or manna from everything around us. From my research, I eventually turned myself into a succubus” she explained.
"The main objective of this study of devouring is to enhance oneself faster in other ways besides the usual ways of cultivation. Of course refining special pills, materials and potions work as well, but this is so much more convenient.” She explained further.
“But devouring is the ability to absorb directly from the environment or other beings. One of the usual forbidden ways is like this, through sex. One can absorb power of a creature for example by eating the flesh. But its not very efficient. If you can devour a creature’s cultivation level, or strength, or abilities by eating, that would be an improvement of devouring too” she continued.
“Wonderful. When do I start?” Cyrus asked.
“I.. I actually never intended to take an acolyte. You are free to look through my books and research if you wish. Your task is to bring your own ideas and direction to create your own way of absorbing energy from the world” she said.
“As my acolyte, I will place on you a curse of hunger. You will forever be hungry for energy. Besides cultivating the usual ways by your own family techniques or any other techniques you know, you will need to find other ways of getting energy. You will starve simply cultivating. Eating normal food is even worse. Unless you eat magical beasts or fellow cultivators, you will have to find your own way of absorbing. I can absorb life energies through sex, you are free to experiment and do the same. It is up to you. However, you are not allowed to take my slaves and will have to look for your own.” She continued.
“If you so happen devour a fellow acolyte or even one of our mages, make sure you are not caught. The punishment for killing a mage or fellow acolyte is severe” she smirked.
“I understand. I am ready to receive your gift master. What do I need to do?” Cyrus asked eagerly.
“What do you think?” asked Miranda as she lay down and opened her legs to him.
“Then I am your willing and eager student” smiled Cyrus as he lay between her inviting legs and entered her.
A large tomb they were standing next to opened up and had stairs that led down deep into the ground.
“Follow me and don’t touch the sides” she said. She walked down followed by the chosen acolytes and then the other acolytes. The slaves walked in last.
Cyrus followed and found the underground labyrinth was lit with glowing fungus that was growing on the ceilings. They were led past several statues that he guessed were guardians of the place.
After a while they were brought to a hall that had two old men and a seductive looking women waiting for them.
“Ah, you’ve brought my slaves” said the women eagerly.
The teacher that brought them nodded and commanded the students to line up in front of the two old men.
“This is a list of the teachers here and their specialties. You are given one minute to choose, or I will randomly assign a teacher for you” he said.
The chosen 3 were naturally first, and it appeared they already had a teacher they would like to teach them. They were given a piece of paper to direct and introduce them to their chosen teachers.
As for Jason, Melissa and Jamie, they quickly flipped through the book. They didn’t expect to be rushed like this. However, they have never heard of most of the magics being thought and finally allowed the old man to choose for them.
The old man gave an evil laugh and assigned them each to an instructor. They looked at each other and hoped they made the right choice as they took their pieces of paper. They looked at Cyrus and quickly left.
Lastly, it was Cyrus’s turn. He didn’t bother looking at the book and simply said “I want to be thought by her” he said, pointing to the teacher who bought the slaves.
All the teachers looked at him and gasped.
“Are you sure? Do you know what I do?” asked the beautiful lady.
“No I don’t. But knowing that you require a tremendous amount of good looking slaves, I am very interested” he said with a smile.
“If I use a lot of slaves for my experiments, aren’t you scared of becoming one of my experiments?” she asked.
“My body is yours to do as you please” he said with a smile.
“Interesting. I will take you as my acolyte. My name is Miranda. I am the vice-principal of the school and a Level 2 Mage” she said approvingly.
“My name is Cyrus Van Dume, I am your humble student” he said with a smile.
She took the piece of paper on the table and signed something and said “Ok. Follow me Cyrus Van Dume” and she walked out. He followed her and the slaves automatically followed as well.
They walked for a while before arriving at a large private area. As he entered, he could see good looking slaves of both sexes standing like statues lined up on the walls, all of them naked.
Miranda directed the new slaves to clean up, strip and join the other slaves.
As she walked, several slave girls approached and started taking off Miranda’s clothes leaving her completely naked.
It was unknown how old she was, but her body was beautiful with full breasts that slightly sagged, a lean body and a cleanly shaven pussy.
She then turned around and looked at Cyrus. “Ok, strip. I want to look at you.” She said.
He smiled and undressed unveiling his impressive 8 inch cock dangling between his legs.
“Oh my, I have caught an interesting acolyte” she said.
“Do you know my area of speciality?” she asked.
“No idea. Something to do with sex?” he answered.
She laughed and answered “No. My area of study is the area of devouring lifeforce. My nick name is Miranda the Devourer.” she said. “Now I will show you why”.
She gestured and a handsome black man with a large cock approached. She opened her legs and he immediately approached between her legs and started fucking her.
Cyrus watched and after a few minutes, the black man came into Miranda. As he did so, his large muscular body suddenly shriveled up leaving behind literally his skin and bones.
She pushed him off and his deflated body fell off her and onto the floor. His skeleton could clearly be seen falling apart under his skin.
"A succubus!" thought Cyrus to himself.
“So, what do you think?” she asked
“Are you looking to make your absorption faster, or make it so that you won’t kill your partner?” he asked.
“Both. My area is the study of absorbing energy or manna from everything around us. From my research, I eventually turned myself into a succubus” she explained.
"The main objective of this study of devouring is to enhance oneself faster in other ways besides the usual ways of cultivation. Of course refining special pills, materials and potions work as well, but this is so much more convenient.” She explained further.
“But devouring is the ability to absorb directly from the environment or other beings. One of the usual forbidden ways is like this, through sex. One can absorb power of a creature for example by eating the flesh. But its not very efficient. If you can devour a creature’s cultivation level, or strength, or abilities by eating, that would be an improvement of devouring too” she continued.
“Wonderful. When do I start?” Cyrus asked.
“I.. I actually never intended to take an acolyte. You are free to look through my books and research if you wish. Your task is to bring your own ideas and direction to create your own way of absorbing energy from the world” she said.
“As my acolyte, I will place on you a curse of hunger. You will forever be hungry for energy. Besides cultivating the usual ways by your own family techniques or any other techniques you know, you will need to find other ways of getting energy. You will starve simply cultivating. Eating normal food is even worse. Unless you eat magical beasts or fellow cultivators, you will have to find your own way of absorbing. I can absorb life energies through sex, you are free to experiment and do the same. It is up to you. However, you are not allowed to take my slaves and will have to look for your own.” She continued.
“If you so happen devour a fellow acolyte or even one of our mages, make sure you are not caught. The punishment for killing a mage or fellow acolyte is severe” she smirked.
“I understand. I am ready to receive your gift master. What do I need to do?” Cyrus asked eagerly.
“What do you think?” asked Miranda as she lay down and opened her legs to him.
“Then I am your willing and eager student” smiled Cyrus as he lay between her inviting legs and entered her.
Chapter 6 - Journey to the Abominable Abyss
The next morning, Cyrus said goodbye only to Andrew, who was his room mate. He left and separated from the group from Mayfair and headed directly towards the tent of the Abominable Abyss was. He noticed Jemima wasn’t among the group leaving the hotel at the same time.
As he arrived, he found that he was not the only student who joined Abominable Abyss. There were 7 other teenagers there beside him. As they gathered they introduced themselves to each other.
There were the 2 girls, Annabelle and Aribeth. They were all had a talent level of 6 and were twin sisters. Unlike the others who were nobles, they actually came from a family of mages. They were quite pretty but emotionally cold, and although very beautiful, there was something unearthly about them.
There was a boy who stood apart from everyone else named Damien. He was a level 8 talent and was considered the top recruit of this year for the school.
Besides Cyrus who was supposedly a level 5 talent and considered so-so, the others had a talent of 4 and below. Most likely they were recruited for experiment fodder, but they either knew this and risked it in hopes of becoming real mages, or were ignorant of this fact.
As the other 3 were aloof, Cyrus joined the other 4 people. One of the boys rushed over to greet him.
“Hi, my name is Jason. This is my friend James, and these other two are Melissa and Jamie” he said, introducing the others.
Melissa and Jamie were actually quite pretty, and James and Jason looked like proper noble men. So it was strange that they would join this guild.
They all came from different regions of Misteria. Although they knew that they were low level talents and might end up experiment fodder, they decided that they still wanted to join Abominable Abyss because of their chances of becoming truly powerful mages.
If they joined other schools, they would be bullied and neglected. But even as experimental fodder, if they are lucky, the experiments might imbue power into their bodies, which was why most of the experiments performed in the Abominable Abyss were banned.
As they were all there, the same lone female teacher gathered them all and led them to a open area.
They found that waiting there was a group of 20 people, dressed in rags and chained together. Cyrus immediately realized that they were slaves!
In Misteria, it was not uncommon to buy and sell slaves at the market. They were usually captured during war time or were sold to pay for debts. From the looks of these slaves, they were already hypnotized and had blank looks on their faces.
Surprisingly, Cyrus found that all the slaves were young, fit and reasonably good looking. They all looked between 16 and 40 years old.
The teacher lifted her hand and cast a spell. Suddenly, the ground shuddered and a large bone dragon appeared from the ground. On its back were a carriage in front, and a large cage at the back.
The slaves were immediately ushered to the back. Then the teachers ordered Damien, Annabelle and Aribeth to sit in front in the carriage.
“The rest of you, enter the cage!” ordered the teacher.
“What do you mean? What about us? We are not slaves! We are students!” argued James indignantly as he showed his token.
The teacher looked at him and the token shot electricity that covered James’ body. In an instant, his eyes went blank and he looked just like the other slaves.
“Get into the cage you talentless scum!” commanded the teacher.
The others shivered and knew that they were trapped. They reluctantly followed the mindless James and entered the cage, Cyrus followed them silently.
While all this happened, Cyrus watched in silence. As he entered the cage, the cage slammed shut and the bone dragon took off.
From a distance, Cyrus could see the other schools moving out as well through the cage bars. Some of them were seated on giant eagles, or rocs, or pulled in carriages by Pegasus or griffins. They all went separate directions and soon disappeared from each other’s view.
Cyrus sat quietly next to Jason, Jamie and Melissa. The girls were crying and it was clear that Jason was also regretting his choice in joining the Abominable Abyss.
James stood next to the other slaves, not moving like a statue.
The trip took 4 days and they didn’t bother to stop at all. The students couldn’t go to the toilet and had to do it in the cage like an animal.
Luckily the bottom of the cage was also metal bars and their waste fell directly through the bones of the bone dragon to the ground below.
They were very thirsty and hungry and had to huddle together for warmth as the dragon was flying so high in the air.
Cyrus randomly chose Jamie and Jason and Melissa paired up to warm each other up with body heat.
Cyrus also noticed that one of the slave girls was lactating. She probably had recently given birth. Cyrus didn’t hesitate and hungrily suckled on her breasts.
This kept his spirits up and his stomach full. However, the other 3 refused to follow suit and stayed hungry.
Finally they noticed the bone dragon descending from the sky. They were somewhere in the North of Misteria in a cold and gloomy land that was covered in mist and was dark and dreary.
He could see barren farms and forests all around. Eventually they approached a gigantic cemetery surrounded by a forest with dead trees.
The bone dragon landed and the female teacher and the 3 chosen acolytes stepped out looking very comfortable.
The teacher opened the cage and all the slaves including James walked out. The other 3 acolytes also walked out looking miserable. Cyrus walked down after them, looking no worse from wear.
The teacher was surprised when she looked at Cyrus who simply ignored her stare and looked like a tourist looking around in amazement.
The bone dragon disappeared into the ground and they stood silently and looked around at the tombs surrounding them.
In the minds of Jason, Melissa and Jamie, there probably isn’t a more miserable place in Misteria right now.
As he arrived, he found that he was not the only student who joined Abominable Abyss. There were 7 other teenagers there beside him. As they gathered they introduced themselves to each other.
There were the 2 girls, Annabelle and Aribeth. They were all had a talent level of 6 and were twin sisters. Unlike the others who were nobles, they actually came from a family of mages. They were quite pretty but emotionally cold, and although very beautiful, there was something unearthly about them.
There was a boy who stood apart from everyone else named Damien. He was a level 8 talent and was considered the top recruit of this year for the school.
Besides Cyrus who was supposedly a level 5 talent and considered so-so, the others had a talent of 4 and below. Most likely they were recruited for experiment fodder, but they either knew this and risked it in hopes of becoming real mages, or were ignorant of this fact.
As the other 3 were aloof, Cyrus joined the other 4 people. One of the boys rushed over to greet him.
“Hi, my name is Jason. This is my friend James, and these other two are Melissa and Jamie” he said, introducing the others.
Melissa and Jamie were actually quite pretty, and James and Jason looked like proper noble men. So it was strange that they would join this guild.
They all came from different regions of Misteria. Although they knew that they were low level talents and might end up experiment fodder, they decided that they still wanted to join Abominable Abyss because of their chances of becoming truly powerful mages.
If they joined other schools, they would be bullied and neglected. But even as experimental fodder, if they are lucky, the experiments might imbue power into their bodies, which was why most of the experiments performed in the Abominable Abyss were banned.
As they were all there, the same lone female teacher gathered them all and led them to a open area.
They found that waiting there was a group of 20 people, dressed in rags and chained together. Cyrus immediately realized that they were slaves!
In Misteria, it was not uncommon to buy and sell slaves at the market. They were usually captured during war time or were sold to pay for debts. From the looks of these slaves, they were already hypnotized and had blank looks on their faces.
Surprisingly, Cyrus found that all the slaves were young, fit and reasonably good looking. They all looked between 16 and 40 years old.
The teacher lifted her hand and cast a spell. Suddenly, the ground shuddered and a large bone dragon appeared from the ground. On its back were a carriage in front, and a large cage at the back.
The slaves were immediately ushered to the back. Then the teachers ordered Damien, Annabelle and Aribeth to sit in front in the carriage.
“The rest of you, enter the cage!” ordered the teacher.
“What do you mean? What about us? We are not slaves! We are students!” argued James indignantly as he showed his token.
The teacher looked at him and the token shot electricity that covered James’ body. In an instant, his eyes went blank and he looked just like the other slaves.
“Get into the cage you talentless scum!” commanded the teacher.
The others shivered and knew that they were trapped. They reluctantly followed the mindless James and entered the cage, Cyrus followed them silently.
While all this happened, Cyrus watched in silence. As he entered the cage, the cage slammed shut and the bone dragon took off.
From a distance, Cyrus could see the other schools moving out as well through the cage bars. Some of them were seated on giant eagles, or rocs, or pulled in carriages by Pegasus or griffins. They all went separate directions and soon disappeared from each other’s view.
Cyrus sat quietly next to Jason, Jamie and Melissa. The girls were crying and it was clear that Jason was also regretting his choice in joining the Abominable Abyss.
James stood next to the other slaves, not moving like a statue.
The trip took 4 days and they didn’t bother to stop at all. The students couldn’t go to the toilet and had to do it in the cage like an animal.
Luckily the bottom of the cage was also metal bars and their waste fell directly through the bones of the bone dragon to the ground below.
They were very thirsty and hungry and had to huddle together for warmth as the dragon was flying so high in the air.
Cyrus randomly chose Jamie and Jason and Melissa paired up to warm each other up with body heat.
Cyrus also noticed that one of the slave girls was lactating. She probably had recently given birth. Cyrus didn’t hesitate and hungrily suckled on her breasts.
This kept his spirits up and his stomach full. However, the other 3 refused to follow suit and stayed hungry.
Finally they noticed the bone dragon descending from the sky. They were somewhere in the North of Misteria in a cold and gloomy land that was covered in mist and was dark and dreary.
He could see barren farms and forests all around. Eventually they approached a gigantic cemetery surrounded by a forest with dead trees.
The bone dragon landed and the female teacher and the 3 chosen acolytes stepped out looking very comfortable.
The teacher opened the cage and all the slaves including James walked out. The other 3 acolytes also walked out looking miserable. Cyrus walked down after them, looking no worse from wear.
The teacher was surprised when she looked at Cyrus who simply ignored her stare and looked like a tourist looking around in amazement.
The bone dragon disappeared into the ground and they stood silently and looked around at the tombs surrounding them.
In the minds of Jason, Melissa and Jamie, there probably isn’t a more miserable place in Misteria right now.
Sunday 23 October 2016
Chapter 5 - School Enrollment
Cyrus walked into the pitch dark tent. It wasn’t very big and had nothing in it. It was completely empty.
Could it be that since no one usually joins this school, the school didn’t bother really recruiting and merely set up tent for appearances?
The other tents were full of teachers showing off tricks and giving out brochures to recruit talents. On the other hand, this tent was empty and was covered in cobwebs.
In fact, it would not surprise Cyrus if this tent was left from previous years and never taken down.
Suddenly, a ghostly aura could be felt over Cyrus shoulder
“Who are you, what do you want?” asked the voice in a ethereal voice.
“My name is Cyrus Van Dume. I am here to join the Abominable Abyss” he answered calmly as he turned around to show his talent form.
As he turned, he found no one there. Only the light from the entrance could be seen illuminating the tent.
“Join the Abominable Abyss? What a surprise. Let me see what you have” said the voice as a figure covered in a cloak suddenly materialized and took the talent form.
“A level 5 talent? Not bad. That’s practically average” said the voice. It sounded like a female.
“So am I accepted?” asked Cyrus
The teacher removed her cloak revealing a skeletal looking face that looked incredibly pale, as if she has not seen daylight for years.
“Yes. You are accepted. Please be here tomorrow morning at 9 AM sharp” she said with a smile as she gave him a token that signified his acceptance to the school.
Cyrus thanked her and went out to look for his friend Andrew.
As he walked around, he watched the magical performances by the other schools trying to recruit students.
The exams were not only for the Duchy of Mayfair, but were from all the many provinces and duchies from all over Misteria. While Mayfair only sent 30 teenage nobles, there were no less than 3000 other young nobles all around taking the tests and being recruited to the different schools.
Cyrus smiled to himself. With Loki’s spell casting abilities, the other magics were childs play to him. He had long sensed the magic in the environment and found that it was the same as in the Nine Realms.
However, the difference is in this realm, the people here cultivate and absorb the manna in the environment, making themselves more powerful.
Previously, he was an immortal god and it wasn’t necessary. Here he felt that Cyrus’ body could also absorb energy like everyone else could, but the progress would be slow like everyone else.
As a student of magic, all the accepted students were now considered level 1 acolytes. There were generally 10 levels of being an acolyte before becoming a level 1 mage.
As for mages, there was also supposedly 10 levels, but the highest rank in Misteria is only the Level 3 Mage Merlin, the Grand Mage of Misteria.
If one was to become a warrior, the rankings were similar. One would join a knight school and become a level 1 squire. There were 10 levels before becoming a level 1 knight.
As for knights there were also 10 levels. After achieving level 2 knighthood, one could choose to imbue magical abilities into one’s body or weapons becoming a magical knight.
Cyrus went back to the area where the nobles of Mayfair were tested and found Andrew and several other familiar faces there.
“Hey…. Cyrus! Where have you been? We were all accepted to Goldwing College, a grade A school. Well, all of us besides Jemima. She was recruited straight away by Eternia Elemental Academy, that grade AA school! What about you?” asked Andrew
“Me? I got into Abominable Abyss” answered Cyrus.
Everyone’s jaw dropped. Abominable Abyss? Wasn’t that a evil dark magic school? Although there were several dark magic schools also recruiting, most of them were involved in things like demon summoning, curses and necromancy.
However, Abominable Abyss was secretive and were known for banned human experiments and forbidden magics.
“Abominable Abyss? Are you sure? Can you back out of it and join another?” asked Andrew in panic.
“No, I have decided. I am sure” said Cyrus firmly.
“Well anyway, lets go eat!” he said after a while, realizing Cyrus had no intention to change his mind.
They went to a nice restaurant in town and splurged on a fancy meal. It was all paid for by the Duke of Mayfair.
During the small dinner party, Jemima pulled Cyrus aside to have a private chat.
“Abominable Abyss? Are you crazy? Why are you going there?” she asked him
“It’s my choice. Why, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you actually care for me” Cyrus smiled
Jemima stared at him and tears started flowing from her eyes.
She suddenly kissed him and whispered “Please don’t die there. I hope to see you as a mage someday” she said and started leaving.
As she turned, Cyrus grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She fell into his arms as he kissed her again.
He brought her to a back room and locked the door. Immediately, both their clothes were lustfully pulled off each other’s body and they groped and licked and tasted each other.
Cyrus placed his fully erect cock at her entrance and pushed it right in. She was so wet, his enormous cock entered easily. She grunted as he plunged balls deep into her and started pumping.
They fucked for at least twenty minutes, orgasming several times before kissing and cleaning up. They gave each other one final goodbye kiss with tears in their eyes.
They promised to write to each other regularly, and meet up in the future once their studies were done.
Cyrus went back to the party, but Jemima didn’t have the heart to and left straight to bed, with her head still dreaming of the tender moments she spent with him.
“Where did you go to?“ asked Andrew.
“I had to take a dump” said Cyrus in a nonchalant manner as he grabbed another helping of food.
The dinner lasted till past midnight and they left for their rooms in the hotel they were staying at together.
Could it be that since no one usually joins this school, the school didn’t bother really recruiting and merely set up tent for appearances?
The other tents were full of teachers showing off tricks and giving out brochures to recruit talents. On the other hand, this tent was empty and was covered in cobwebs.
In fact, it would not surprise Cyrus if this tent was left from previous years and never taken down.
Suddenly, a ghostly aura could be felt over Cyrus shoulder
“Who are you, what do you want?” asked the voice in a ethereal voice.
“My name is Cyrus Van Dume. I am here to join the Abominable Abyss” he answered calmly as he turned around to show his talent form.
As he turned, he found no one there. Only the light from the entrance could be seen illuminating the tent.
“Join the Abominable Abyss? What a surprise. Let me see what you have” said the voice as a figure covered in a cloak suddenly materialized and took the talent form.
“A level 5 talent? Not bad. That’s practically average” said the voice. It sounded like a female.
“So am I accepted?” asked Cyrus
The teacher removed her cloak revealing a skeletal looking face that looked incredibly pale, as if she has not seen daylight for years.
“Yes. You are accepted. Please be here tomorrow morning at 9 AM sharp” she said with a smile as she gave him a token that signified his acceptance to the school.
Cyrus thanked her and went out to look for his friend Andrew.
As he walked around, he watched the magical performances by the other schools trying to recruit students.
The exams were not only for the Duchy of Mayfair, but were from all the many provinces and duchies from all over Misteria. While Mayfair only sent 30 teenage nobles, there were no less than 3000 other young nobles all around taking the tests and being recruited to the different schools.
Cyrus smiled to himself. With Loki’s spell casting abilities, the other magics were childs play to him. He had long sensed the magic in the environment and found that it was the same as in the Nine Realms.
However, the difference is in this realm, the people here cultivate and absorb the manna in the environment, making themselves more powerful.
Previously, he was an immortal god and it wasn’t necessary. Here he felt that Cyrus’ body could also absorb energy like everyone else could, but the progress would be slow like everyone else.
As a student of magic, all the accepted students were now considered level 1 acolytes. There were generally 10 levels of being an acolyte before becoming a level 1 mage.
As for mages, there was also supposedly 10 levels, but the highest rank in Misteria is only the Level 3 Mage Merlin, the Grand Mage of Misteria.
If one was to become a warrior, the rankings were similar. One would join a knight school and become a level 1 squire. There were 10 levels before becoming a level 1 knight.
As for knights there were also 10 levels. After achieving level 2 knighthood, one could choose to imbue magical abilities into one’s body or weapons becoming a magical knight.
Cyrus went back to the area where the nobles of Mayfair were tested and found Andrew and several other familiar faces there.
“Hey…. Cyrus! Where have you been? We were all accepted to Goldwing College, a grade A school. Well, all of us besides Jemima. She was recruited straight away by Eternia Elemental Academy, that grade AA school! What about you?” asked Andrew
“Me? I got into Abominable Abyss” answered Cyrus.
Everyone’s jaw dropped. Abominable Abyss? Wasn’t that a evil dark magic school? Although there were several dark magic schools also recruiting, most of them were involved in things like demon summoning, curses and necromancy.
However, Abominable Abyss was secretive and were known for banned human experiments and forbidden magics.
“Abominable Abyss? Are you sure? Can you back out of it and join another?” asked Andrew in panic.
“No, I have decided. I am sure” said Cyrus firmly.
“Well anyway, lets go eat!” he said after a while, realizing Cyrus had no intention to change his mind.
They went to a nice restaurant in town and splurged on a fancy meal. It was all paid for by the Duke of Mayfair.
During the small dinner party, Jemima pulled Cyrus aside to have a private chat.
“Abominable Abyss? Are you crazy? Why are you going there?” she asked him
“It’s my choice. Why, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you actually care for me” Cyrus smiled
Jemima stared at him and tears started flowing from her eyes.
She suddenly kissed him and whispered “Please don’t die there. I hope to see you as a mage someday” she said and started leaving.
As she turned, Cyrus grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She fell into his arms as he kissed her again.
He brought her to a back room and locked the door. Immediately, both their clothes were lustfully pulled off each other’s body and they groped and licked and tasted each other.
Cyrus placed his fully erect cock at her entrance and pushed it right in. She was so wet, his enormous cock entered easily. She grunted as he plunged balls deep into her and started pumping.
They fucked for at least twenty minutes, orgasming several times before kissing and cleaning up. They gave each other one final goodbye kiss with tears in their eyes.
They promised to write to each other regularly, and meet up in the future once their studies were done.
Cyrus went back to the party, but Jemima didn’t have the heart to and left straight to bed, with her head still dreaming of the tender moments she spent with him.
“Where did you go to?“ asked Andrew.
“I had to take a dump” said Cyrus in a nonchalant manner as he grabbed another helping of food.
The dinner lasted till past midnight and they left for their rooms in the hotel they were staying at together.
Chapter 4 - The Test
The streets of Gloryheim were crowded, especially so at the location where the testing grounds for the mage schools were held.
There were at least 20 or so famous schools, some were generalists having all different types of magics, and some were specialist schools which specialize in particular forms of magics.
There were even several magical churches and major magical sects and families who appeared. Although they were not recruiting, they were scouting for talents to keep their eyes on, to rope in after they graduate from the schools.
Loki, in Cyrus’ body stood in line together with the other teenagers from the Duchy he belonged to, which was the Duchy of Mayfair on the eastern side of the kingdom.
There were around 30 of them, and being a baron’s son, he was the lowest rank among the nobles.
The first in line was of course Jemima Mayfair, the beautiful daughter of the Duke of Mayfair.
She walked up elegantly onto the stage and was instructed to touch a orb on the table by a female examiner. Behind the orb were 10 white marble pillars.
As she touched it, all 7 pillars lit up and one of each color.
“Elemental magic, Level 7 talent. Congratulations” declared the examiner.
A level 7 talent meant that there was a 70% chance the acolyte would succeed to become an official mage. The colors of the pillars also indicated that she would be proficient in magic of the four elements.
Jemima walked off the stage and was immediately approached by several recruiters for their schools.
One by one, the other teenagers went on stage. Many of them were average with talents around 4-6. There was even two who had talents less than 3.
The average talents were of course also actively recruited by the schools. Although their chances were lower, if they made it to become a mage, that was still a major achievement.
Those with lower talents were still not useless, although their path would be more difficult. They would be recruited as acolytes, the same as the others.
Schools still do recruit low level talents because some forms of magical study required experiments on their acolytes.
If an acolyte is unlucky, he or she would be used for experiments if they are selected by teachers who dabble in dangerous experiments.
However, it was common knowledge that the schools would direct the teachers to select the lower talent acolytes if possible.
If they wished to continue, they took the risk of dying or magical mishaps happening to them by becoming experiment fodder. Most low talents would rather not be recruited and return home to take on some other occupation.
Soon, it was Cyrus’ turn and he went on stage to touch the orb. As he touched it, he looked at the white marble pillars. However, it would seem nothing happened.
The crowd started to murmer, this kid was so untalented. Cyrus frowned and looked carefully at the pillar.
Because it was daylight, the shine on the marble could not be seen. However as he took off his hand and placed it on again, it was clear that all 10 pillars were glowing, except it had no changes in color!
The female examiner didn’t notice this and announced “No magic affinity, zero talent”
However, as the crowd laughed, an elderly examiner ran onto the stage.
“Place your hand on the orb again” he said
Cyrus did so again, and again the results were the same. However, the elderly man walked to the pillars and smiled.
“How interesting” he said with a smile. He whispered into the female examiners ear, and she immediately wrote “Dark Magic, Talent 5” and gave it to Cyrus.
He walked Cyrus down the stage while talking to him.
“What’s your name?” he asked
“I am Cyrus Van Dume” Cyrus answered
“Cyrus Van Dune…” he muttered as if trying to remember it.
“You are a level 10 talent with an affinity to all magic. You have unlimited potential. However, I didn’t want this to get out. The reason I assigned you to dark magic is to get you into The Abominable Abyss, the dark magic school. They are a secret school full of forbidden and unspeakable magics” he said
“Why do you want me to learn from them?” Cyrus asked curiously.
“Because I am a lover of all magic, it doesn’t matter to me whether light or dark. The dark arts have been vanishing from our lands through persecution by practitioners of the other arts. However, I believe that because of this the balance of magic is becoming askew. Furthermore, as dark magics take such a long time to master and being persecuted, most dark mages keep to themselves and when they die, their magics disappear” he said with a whisper
“Who are you? Why are you leading me down this path if my talent is supposedly so good?” asked Cyrus curiously.
“Me? I’m Merlin, Grand Wizard of the nation of Misteria” he laughed. “I am giving your talents to the dark arts in hope that they get a boost and that one day, the dark arts may be of use to the nation. Right now, they only recruit low talents for experiments. There is no chance that they will progress as fast as the other magical schools. However, historically there have been many powerful dark magicians. Perhaps you will be able to revive this once great form of magic” he said as they reached the bottom of the stairs from the stage.
“I will do this for the kingdom. I hope your trust is well placed in me” Cyrus answered.
“I hope so too. For our kingdom’s sake. I sense that in the future, our nation will face a tremendous trial. I hope that you will be able to help out when the time comes” Merlin finally said as he wished Cyrus well and departed.
He walked past all the different tents of the different schools and finally found the one he was looking for at the end of the area, in a deserted dirty looking corner.
“The Abominable Abyss” stated the dusty sign over the entrance of a pitch black tent.
“They sure are serious about their advertising” thought Cyrus with a laugh as he walked in.
There were at least 20 or so famous schools, some were generalists having all different types of magics, and some were specialist schools which specialize in particular forms of magics.
There were even several magical churches and major magical sects and families who appeared. Although they were not recruiting, they were scouting for talents to keep their eyes on, to rope in after they graduate from the schools.
Loki, in Cyrus’ body stood in line together with the other teenagers from the Duchy he belonged to, which was the Duchy of Mayfair on the eastern side of the kingdom.
There were around 30 of them, and being a baron’s son, he was the lowest rank among the nobles.
The first in line was of course Jemima Mayfair, the beautiful daughter of the Duke of Mayfair.
She walked up elegantly onto the stage and was instructed to touch a orb on the table by a female examiner. Behind the orb were 10 white marble pillars.
As she touched it, all 7 pillars lit up and one of each color.
“Elemental magic, Level 7 talent. Congratulations” declared the examiner.
A level 7 talent meant that there was a 70% chance the acolyte would succeed to become an official mage. The colors of the pillars also indicated that she would be proficient in magic of the four elements.
Jemima walked off the stage and was immediately approached by several recruiters for their schools.
One by one, the other teenagers went on stage. Many of them were average with talents around 4-6. There was even two who had talents less than 3.
The average talents were of course also actively recruited by the schools. Although their chances were lower, if they made it to become a mage, that was still a major achievement.
Those with lower talents were still not useless, although their path would be more difficult. They would be recruited as acolytes, the same as the others.
Schools still do recruit low level talents because some forms of magical study required experiments on their acolytes.
If an acolyte is unlucky, he or she would be used for experiments if they are selected by teachers who dabble in dangerous experiments.
However, it was common knowledge that the schools would direct the teachers to select the lower talent acolytes if possible.
If they wished to continue, they took the risk of dying or magical mishaps happening to them by becoming experiment fodder. Most low talents would rather not be recruited and return home to take on some other occupation.
Soon, it was Cyrus’ turn and he went on stage to touch the orb. As he touched it, he looked at the white marble pillars. However, it would seem nothing happened.
The crowd started to murmer, this kid was so untalented. Cyrus frowned and looked carefully at the pillar.
Because it was daylight, the shine on the marble could not be seen. However as he took off his hand and placed it on again, it was clear that all 10 pillars were glowing, except it had no changes in color!
The female examiner didn’t notice this and announced “No magic affinity, zero talent”
However, as the crowd laughed, an elderly examiner ran onto the stage.
“Place your hand on the orb again” he said
Cyrus did so again, and again the results were the same. However, the elderly man walked to the pillars and smiled.
“How interesting” he said with a smile. He whispered into the female examiners ear, and she immediately wrote “Dark Magic, Talent 5” and gave it to Cyrus.
He walked Cyrus down the stage while talking to him.
“What’s your name?” he asked
“I am Cyrus Van Dume” Cyrus answered
“Cyrus Van Dune…” he muttered as if trying to remember it.
“You are a level 10 talent with an affinity to all magic. You have unlimited potential. However, I didn’t want this to get out. The reason I assigned you to dark magic is to get you into The Abominable Abyss, the dark magic school. They are a secret school full of forbidden and unspeakable magics” he said
“Why do you want me to learn from them?” Cyrus asked curiously.
“Because I am a lover of all magic, it doesn’t matter to me whether light or dark. The dark arts have been vanishing from our lands through persecution by practitioners of the other arts. However, I believe that because of this the balance of magic is becoming askew. Furthermore, as dark magics take such a long time to master and being persecuted, most dark mages keep to themselves and when they die, their magics disappear” he said with a whisper
“Who are you? Why are you leading me down this path if my talent is supposedly so good?” asked Cyrus curiously.
“Me? I’m Merlin, Grand Wizard of the nation of Misteria” he laughed. “I am giving your talents to the dark arts in hope that they get a boost and that one day, the dark arts may be of use to the nation. Right now, they only recruit low talents for experiments. There is no chance that they will progress as fast as the other magical schools. However, historically there have been many powerful dark magicians. Perhaps you will be able to revive this once great form of magic” he said as they reached the bottom of the stairs from the stage.
“I will do this for the kingdom. I hope your trust is well placed in me” Cyrus answered.
“I hope so too. For our kingdom’s sake. I sense that in the future, our nation will face a tremendous trial. I hope that you will be able to help out when the time comes” Merlin finally said as he wished Cyrus well and departed.
He walked past all the different tents of the different schools and finally found the one he was looking for at the end of the area, in a deserted dirty looking corner.
“The Abominable Abyss” stated the dusty sign over the entrance of a pitch black tent.
“They sure are serious about their advertising” thought Cyrus with a laugh as he walked in.
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