As William makes it through the corridors and into his room, he feels a piercing sensation.
William:(That you talk alot?)
Raaoq:(Indeed it is,terrified rat.)
William looks down at his trembling hands, also sweating uncontrollably:(Is that how you treat your master?)
Raaoq:(I shall not whine, as the fault falls on me for contacting someone so broken and desperate through the mind. But you truly need to get a hold of yourself, always in such a sorry state and can only hide it. I may have been slumbering but I could feel it, every time you're alone, you fall apart.)
It is true. Every night William would break down in fear, unable to withstand the high amount of power he senses around him. He learned to hide his emotions from an early age, but always broke down when he was alone to vent them out.From uncontrollable shaking, sweating and sometimes even crying, he wouldn't unlock room till his meltdown passed. But this time he felt worse, he felt more in danger as the princess made a move on him and he interpreted it as a puppeteer trying to tie strings on a puppet.
Raaoq:(I require a new name, "master". It must be a name that connects to my original self or the contract will not accept it.)
William:(I..I'll think on it...for now, leave me be.)
Raaoq:(As you wish.)
Raaoq returns to its slumber. But the night is still young, and others lurk in this moon's shadows. Everyone is in their room, resting or already asleep, but some are moving about at high speed and silence. They await outside his room, hiding, lying in wait of for him to fall asleep. They smell his fear, they hear his trembling. Silence, William fell asleep.
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He slowly peaks out in the darkness, barely able to open his eyes. He doesn't know where he is, or why, all he knows is that he is on his knees with his arms behind him bound in metal chains. The only light comes from the door behind him that is closed shut. He hears some voices.
Male Voice 1:"The client requires him to be well trained, there is no room for error in this contract. Understand?"
Female Voice 2:"Yes master."
Male Voice 3:"Yes, master."
Male Voice 1:"Open the door, I wish to see what this "Human" looks like."
The lock is undone, the door creeks open. Light engulfs the room, filled with strange tools and machines. Three figures walk out from behind him. Two elves and a Weremen, the two elves have dark skin and purplish hair while the Weremen is a black Weretiger with grey stripes.
Weretiger:"So you're what they call a human, I give you my Greetings, my name is Birse BlackHand. And you, William. You are within my stronghold."
William is trembling in fear, unable to speak or move he stares on at the three.
Female Elf:"No words boy?"
Male Elf:"Kid looks like he's gonna shit himself."
Birse:"Wade, Vert. You know the treatment, empty him up and fill him with our....special therapy. Break him." He grins evilly at William then walks back out of the room.
Vert:"Worry not, this will hurt."
Wade:"It will hurt alot."
Both grin happily as if enjoying this. Vert grabs some herbs and other items and starts to brew something while Wade writes marks on William's body, they look like runes. William still confused starts to gain his false composure.
William:"Wha....AHHHHHH!!" A shock passes through his body from each and every rune, giving him considerable pain.
Wade:"Walla! They work!"
Vert finishes her brew and walks over to the teared up William:"Now now dear, you can't break so soon. We've only just begun"
They both laugh maniacally as vert forces William to gulp the brew. They stand on either side of him and start to chant, roots start to grow from around his feet and move up to the back of his neck, piercing it with thorns. The runes start to glow a dark red and spread all over his body as if alive, covering any plain parts. Extreme pain surges forward through his body, at the same time he starts to see images of his past; His father shot dead, His sister murdered at childhood, His mother beating him, Him murdering his mother in cold blood, Being taken to a foster home, Bullied harshly by his classmates, A girl he was infatuated with raped in front of his bloody and beaten body, His only friend throwing himself off a bridge right in front of him. The images flow in front of him like a sick movie, repeating itself over and over.
Vert:"Quite the childhood I must say, are all humans this cruel?"
Wade:"Nah, this kid's had it rough but I doubt they're all like that. Last two are the most fucked up ones."
William screams in agony, crying and shivering without stop. A weak presence reaches out to him.
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Raaoq:(Mast...!!)
Gone, he's all alone again.
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It's been days since they started, they never stopped for longer than an hour. He thinks he knows exactly how many days it's been, since each day a memory disappears. Or does he? Does he remember how many memories have disappeared now? He's not sure, all he knows for sure is he's growing accustomed to the pain. The memories no longer faze him, but instead he rejoices every time he seems a familiar face and even the ones of his captors.
Wade:"He's ready for the final faze I think."
Vert:"You think? Look at him, he's a smiling idiot. He's ready."
They remove the restraints and the roots around his neck, they give him one more brew and then leave the room, shutting the door behind them. Utter darkness, they sealed the door completely leaving no light to pass through. He lay there face up, or face down? He honestly didn't know, all he had was darkness in his vision and mind. He didn't even remember his name. What was he again? He doesn't know. A familiar sensation reaches out to him, a voice.
Raaoq:(Pitiful, to let them kidnap and torture you. I'm a failure as a contracted spirit. They've turned you into a vegetable, but I shall amend this. Our contract may not be complete but I have a certain control still. I will restore your memories but your emotions will clash with what you felt through this ordeal. But it is all up to you, reach out to me! Master! Reach out and let me aide you!)
He didn't understand what the voice meant, he didn't know why it told him to reach out, he just wanted to lay there on the comfy floor and sleep. He just wanted to rest, but he also felt something was wrong. Another sensation within his very being, it first rippled then quaked through his mind and body. He needed to get up, he didn't know why but he needed to do as the voice said.
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Wade:"Nine days of torture and four of pure darkness to let the corruption sink in. I always hated this."
Vert:"Don't lie, you love it."
Wade:"Hah! You know I do!"
They unlock the door, awaiting to find an obedient dog ready to teach a few tricks to.
Birse:"Wait, something is wrong. What is this mana?...GET BACK FOOLS!"
Wade opens the door and is immediately blasted by a wave of pressure, squashing him into a pool of blood on the floor.
Vert:"Wha...What the hell!?"
Birse squints his eyes to look into the darkness of the room, he smiles and disappears in a cloud of black smoke:"You've failed."
Vert:"Huh? w...."
Vert is frozen, trembling, babbling empty words as he walks out. White hair with purple clumps randomly spread around, a grey left eye and a purple right eye, ghastly white skin and a purple aura radiating a certain emotion. It wasn't simply anger, it wasn't cold hate, nor was it sly annoyance. Pure rage radiated from his body, pure uncontrollable rage.His eyes gleamed in the darkness.
William:"Out of my way, pest." His eyes gleam more brightly and he touches her forehead with his palm ever so slightly.
Vert is sent flying into the wall with a shock wave of raw mana, her halfway inside the wall,limp and lifeless. He looks upward and crouches, the very ground trembling beneath the pressure. One leap and he crashes through multiple floors and layer of ground until he breaches to the sky. He is still in Heaven's Gaze, staring directly at the castle.
He smiles, gazing at the towering building while hovering in mid air, emitting a bright purple glow.
Raaoq:(Is it time, master?)
William:"Indeed, it is." (I name you, demon. I name you, dragon. I name you,devourer. I name you.... Erza ShadowBreath)
Raaoq's form momentarily appears only for William in the night sky.First a large black and grey dragon with two mouths and red gleaming eyes, then starts to misconfigure, bend and retake shape. This time a different form, a young woman with long black hair and gleaming red eyes appears in front of William. She kneels in mid air and speaks.
Erza:"What is your bidding, master."
William:"They celebrate while I wake, they dine while I hunger, they live while I rebirth. I wish for revenge, I thirst for justice, a bloodbath awaits. We shall do right those who have done me wrong, without reason. And this world, shall know the depths of my wrath. And those wanna'be "Gods", shall know retribution for their unactions, for their lies and deception."
As the once manamancer awakens from his torture, the story, truly begins here.
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Author:Sorry for all the build up, the story really starts here. So far I've been building it up to this very chapter, setting the characters and the terrain for this game of brutal "chess" to be played.