Chapter 23.2 - Rivia Ahst
Trey took his time to adjust his new level-up points. He assigned his two skill points to ‘Chaos Ball’, 5 stat points to Intelligence to increase the firepower dealt by spells, and 5 to Willpower giving him another single control slot for minions. If he was going to be an infernal summoner, he’d better capitalize on his ability to make minions out of these bastards. It might very well save his skin in the process. He assigned Napoleon’s 10 stat points to Wisdom, giving him an additional 20 Mana Points and putting both skill points in his ‘Firebolt’ ability to make it level 8.
Trey's status page:
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Name: Trey Bon
HP 220/220, MP 134/134, SP 120/120, DP 1/1
Race: Human
Guild: None
Class: Infernal Summoner
Level 8
Status Alerts:
* Remaining Skill Points: 0
* Remaining Stat Points: 0
* Current Permanence cycle: ON
* Current Bound Point: Negaizer Runestone
Spoiler :
Buffs:
* +3% resistance to all damage (Resilience)
* +10% resistance to all damage (Dreadlord Vorshok’s Bane)
* Autoregeneration (Dreadlord Vorshok’s Bane)
* +15% damage to offensive spells (Aspect of the Devil: Death’s Gaze)
* Night Vision (Aspect of the Devil: Death’s Gaze)
* +100% to sight, hearing, smell, reflexes and awareness (Predator)
* +33% to awareness (Aspect of the Devil: Horns)
Debuffs:
* +8% damage taken from all Celestial and Holy abilities (Aversion to Divine)
Stat Amplifications:
19 Strength
10 Vitality
10 Endurance
9 Dexterity
21 Speed
24 Intelligence
22 Wisdom
0 Faith
0 Luck
15 Willpower
Magics
Chaos Ball (Chaos) - Level 6
* Summon a ball of chaos to fling at your enemies
Chains of Chaos (Chaos) - Level 6
* Summon chaos chains to bind or impale your enemies
Shadowstep (Dark) - Level 2
* Teleport a short distance instantly
Summoner’s Calling: Least Summoning Circle (Dark) - Level N/A
* The most basic of summoning circles with a low intensity magic signature that usually (but not always) attracts the weaker denizens of the infernal realms. This broad spectrum spell enables you to communicate with the infernal realms of Hell, Oblivion, and the Void, but offers no protection whatsoever from the creatures you summon. You are able to increase the chance for a random target to appear by using double the mana and circling the center pentagram.
Summoner’s Calling: Minion’s Call (Dark) - Level N/A
* Summons a specific minion you already own, or dismisses them to your personal nether realm. Dismissing a demon to their nether realm will heal it over time and allow it to revitalize. However, keep in mind it takes 30 seconds to channel this ability. You may only summon or dismiss 1 minion at a time.
Roar of the Banshee (Dark) - Level 1
* Silences enemies for a short time, inhibiting them from casting spells or miracles
Miracles
None
Physical Combat
Aspect of the Devil: Claws - Level 3
Blades - Level 2
Aspect of the Devil: Mask (Chaos) - Level 1
* Grants bite attacks and manaless ability to breathe short range hellfire
Aspect of the Devil: Tail - Level 1
Hand to Hand Combat - Level 1
Polearms - Level 1
Light Armor - Level 1
Assassination - Level 3
* Adds bonuses and critical strikes while unseen by your opponent.
Miscellaneous
Sneak - Level 2
Identification - Level 3
Traits:
Vatosis Inferna - *TRAIT IS LOCKED AND UNAVAILABLE.*
Earthborn - You are earthborn and experience ‘ON’ and ‘OFF’ permanence cycles. You also gain a 20% increase to any type of XP acquired when compared to your fellow NPCs, and your mana regeneration rate is increased by 30%.
Languages Learned - Ancient Demon
Void Essence - You have been chosen as a suitable host. You are now able to access black magics, skill trees, abilities, and spells unavailable to most other black magic users.
Resilience - +100 HP, +3% resistance to all damage. Mental fortitude increased.
Dreadlord Voshok’s Bane (Heroic) - +10% resistance to all damage. Autoregenerate 1% HP per minute. Autoregenerate lost body parts over time.
Predator - Participant has acquired a symbiote. Predator is a separate entity that will become bound to participant. Predator symbiote gives +100% to sight, hearing, smell, reflexes and awareness. Allows participant to use the ability Consume.
*Consume - Beings that you have killed yourself may be consumed. Doing so gives you a chance to acquire Strength stat points and is largely dependent on the foe’s danger rating. Consume will also rapidly restore HP, MP, and SP.
Aversion to Divine - Participant is associated with the infernal arts. +8% damage taken by all Celestial and Holy abilities.
Physical Attributes:
Shadowform - Allows participant’s body to express shadow properties. Allows Participant to focus and bind acquired items into Shadowform, absorbing them into the participant’s body fitting a maximum weight of 500kg. May summon bound items anywhere within a 5 yard radius of participant. May unbind items when needed. If bound item is outside of a 1000 yard radius from participant, bound item automatically returns to Shadowform.
Stored Items:
* None
Aspect of the Devil: Death’s Gaze - Permanent no cost upon use Night Vision enchantments afflict your eyes, which are tinged a glowing red. This also empowers all of your damaging magics by 15% damage.
Aspect of the Devil: Claws - Summon and discard demon claws at will. Separate from hand to hand combat. Can cause bleeding, a damage over time effect.
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Aspect of the Devil: Mask
Summon and discard demon Jaws at will. Allows participant to use predator’s Consume ability much more rapidly and participant is now able to use Consume during battle. Allows participant to breath Hellfire (Chaos), a medium range area of effect spell that costs no mana. Can cause burns.
Aspect of the Devil: Tail
Allows piercing and slashing attacks. Damage equivalent to Aspect of the Devil: Claws. May extend up to 25 additional feet. (Non-retractable prior to original 5 foot length)
Aspect of the Devil: Horns
These horns pick up vibrations in the air and in the ground to sense incoming attacks, +33% to awareness. (Non-retractable)
Magical Attributes:
Chaos
Dark
Skill Trees Unlocked:
* Aspect of the Devil
* Summoner’s Calling
Control Limit Slots: 3 of 4 used.
Trey’s Minions:
* Napoleon, Oblivion Imp, Level 5 (1 slot)(Liked)
* Talsh’Noc’Un Greatsword, Living Weapon (1 slot)(Content)
* Jerekka Zoz, Culn, Level 6 (1 slot)(Hated)
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As he finished assigning the points amidst the corpses, he tensed up when a loud echoing crash sounded down the passage to the right. He looked down the corridor and saw nothing - due to a right turn bend, and another right-turn bend was on the left passage too. Staying still and continuing to listen, his minions who awaited his command stood frozen in the silence. Trey began to hear his heart beat and his breathing while he concentrated, but no further sound came.
Giving it no further thought, it was time to move ahead with the plan.
“Alright where’s the captain’s quarters? I want you to lead me there. Take a lead by thirty feet and pass anyone by that you see, then turn on them when I engage. If the group we’re about it engage is over 6 people then you immediately leave and come right back to warn us. Got it?”
Trey thought his instructions were pretty simple but he had to repeat it twice for the dimwitted soldier to get the big picture.
The culn minion nodded. “This way, not far.”
When Jerekka said ‘not far,’ what he really meant was ‘immediately adjacent.’ The infamous Captain Coraza, the man who had burned the image of his taunting face into Trey’s brain, had his quarters just around the bend and down the hall by ten yards. Trey silently laughed at the ridiculous luck he’d been given as Jerekka stopped in front of a door to motion at it where talking could be heard behind the wood, and Trey was pretty sure this was where the crash had sounded from earlier. Women and men could be heard speaking openly about various topics regarding marriage, and after a while of listening with his ear to the door he guessed it likely that the captain was speaking with his bride-to-be as well as her father the chieftain. Other voices were heard in the room along with them but they were only chanting in hushed tones.
“What’s that chant about?” Trey asked Jerekka in a hushed whisper, still keeping his ear to the door and only stopping briefly to look behind to make sure no one had entered the passage. In front of him the hallway led along into another bend with a couple other doors present in the stone walls, but no one was seen coming.
“Religious ceremony of binding. It is the end ritual of the wedding, done after the feast. They’re probably finishing up now and will have priests or priestesses of either Alkir or Omastein undertaking the ritual. Alkir and Omastein are the two Infernal Crowns that we worship here.”
Trey had no idea what Jerekka was talking about when he mentioned the ‘Infernal Crowns’ but based on it being a religious ceremony he could guess easily enough that they were likely gods. He looked to Napoleon and gave him a nod, with the imp catching on to what he meant and preparing two firebolts in either hand while smiling in anticipation. The little canines of the deviously smiling imp only caused Trey to chuckle lightly and he pointed to Jerekka.
“You’ll be going in first. I want you to rush them and go straight for the captain. Do you understand, Jerekka?”
The culn soldier went pale and a shrill inhale of breath almost gave away their position. Trey wanted to gut the man right there as people inside the room gave pause, but they soon went back to their chanting and talking thereafter.
Eventually though, Jerekka muttered a: “Yes… master. Whenever you are ready.”
Trey didn’t hesitate any further. “Go.”
Jerekka turned the handle and shoved the door open with his full weight on the wood. It crashed against the inner wall and he sprinted in with Napoleon unleashing firebolts to either side of his legs, the little imp cackling as he did it. Screams erupted and Trey turned the corner to run inside immediately after the flames shot out from the imp’s hands.
There were a total of 6 enemies. Two priests and a priestess wearing gray hooded robes made of silk each sat cross-legged and holding candles around a naked couple. The kneeling woman in the center of their triangle had a large tattoo along her forehead while the man kneeling next to her was none other than captain douchebag - just the guy Trey had been looking for! The last person in the room was an older demon man, starting to show wrinkles and hair turning gray with a long beard. The old guy had a tattoo exactly like the woman in the center and he sat on a pile of furs across from a splendid bed.
The firebolts landed on the nearest priest, causing him to light up with flames as he began to panic and flail about. The other details of the room were a blur as Trey shot out towards the bastards with a scream.
*BOOM*
Jerekka had been within arm’s reach of the surprised captain and was bringing down a sword as the old man’s hand lifted to send him rocketing into the far wall. Trey’s culn minion slammed against the stone, obviously dead in a crumpled, torn heap, and the old guy immediately caught Trey’s attention for it.
“Your minion Jerekka has died.”
Damn. It'd take a while for Jerekka to be reborn if Trey's own time to respawn was any indication, and he'd hoped the culn soldier would be at least SEMI-useful in this fight. It appeared he'd overestimated the culn's worth.
Trey took no time in shadowstepping behind the old mage to dodge another blast of psychic energy and the old fart never saw it coming. In a burst of shadows and a triumphant roar: Trey ripped into the elder’s body with Talsh’Noc’Un, blasting chaos mana into the exposed wound after it settled in the victim’s chest. The resultant force of the attack continued to fry the man from the inside out as the naked kneeling woman screamed only to catch a firebolt to the face from Napoleon standing outside the room. She clutched and clawed at her hair and eyes, trying to put out the fires while rolling on the ground in agony.
“SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!” Trey screamed at the astonished culn captain who had fallen back on his hands in shock.
“How are you still alive?!” muttered the culn in a state of shock and wonder just as Trey rushed him and speared him through the heart with his greatsword. The captain was pinned against the stone, a pool of blood began to gather around him from underneath his body as he gasped and gripped the sword with both hands. The last thing captain douchebag saw as he looked up in his state of shock: was Trey’s grinning demonic face as the infernal jaws opened up and breathed hellfire to bathe him in pain.
The hellfire’s splash damage washed over Trey’s own legs, not hurting him in the least… why this was the case: Trey was unsure. In the splash damage it’d caught the woman in the center who was already dealing with Napoleon’s flames. She screeched out in agony in the first couple seconds of the bathing flames before crumpling up into a smoldering, curled up position. When it was done, both the captain and his bride-to-be were nothing but charred corpses… smoking on the stone floor.
“Your ability ‘Aspect of the Devil: Mask’ has gained 1 level. You have gained XP.”
Behind him he heard Napoleon yell out in warning. Instinctively Trey ducked and rolled, dodging a strike from a priestess. She was utterly terrified, hyperventilating even, and in her panic she’d tried to stab him with a short dagger. As he rolled out to dodge, she lost her footing and fell over the burnt corpse of the captain. She stumbled in her frantic haste and her head slammed into a nearby bedpost. Trey couldn’t help laughing as he got up and kicked her hard in the gut, causing the young woman to wheeze and then lose her recent dinner all over the floor.
“Bitch.” Trey sneered and whirled again to see yet another firebolt slam into one of the priests who’d been hit earlier, sending him sprawling and alight with flames while his comrade tried to hide behind a dresser.
“We are but devoted worshipers of the gods! Spare us!” the priest aflame cried out while using hand signs vigorously in a way Trey hadn’t yet seen. A moment later and all the flames in the room dispersed as a strange burst of air lifted Trey off his feet and flung him against the bedpost where the priestess had landed.
He rolled on top of her and blocked another strike from the priestess' blade, taking her left arm that wielded the small dagger with and yanking back on it to cleanly break it. She shrieked in agony and let go of the weapon, cradling her arm and beginning to loudly sob as Trey rolled off of her and flung his weapon forward.
The priest who’d cast the ability was frantically moving his fingers, praying and hand gesturing just as the sword flew across the room in a spinning arc to impale him. The sword stuck halfway out of his back and took him completely off his feet, flipping the culn around in mid air and crashing into a bookshelf.
“You have gained XP.”
Cries coming from down the hall told Trey that reinforcements were coming, and seeing Napoleon turn to fire further down the hall only clarified his suspicions.
“Shit.” Trey cursed, turning back to the remaining priest and literally blowing him up with a chaos ball in a shower of debris that shook the chamber.
“You have gained XP.”
The greatsword flew back out of the corpse it had impaled and into Trey’s hand, hissing in delight with the death it had caused and wanting another. The feeling of its pleasure coursed through Trey and spurred him onwards to undergo even more violent endeavors.
But Napoleon had other ideas.
“GET BACK BACK!” the imp screamed as he rushed into the room after letting off another firebolt. The tiny demon slammed the door and began screaming at Trey to barricade it with whatever they had.
Trey trusted the imp’s judgement and did as he was told, kicking the priestess when she tried to get up and sending her flipping over to slam face-first into a chest. With all of his remaining strength - Trey began to pile dressers, the corpses, boxes, and whatever else he could get his hands on in front of the door. In the meantime, angry yells could be heard as culn from the opposite side began beating on the door to try and take it down.
“Not not good not good!” Napoleon whimpered as he looked around, not seeing any other way out.
Trey merely grinned, having completed his mission, and continued to add on to the pile. He pushed the bed forward and then a couple of books and sat down with his back to the bed-frame grinning.
“We did it!” Trey said, panting and laughing loudly again. “Ah man, that feels fucking GREAT!”
He kicked the corpse of the captain angrily after piling it onto the barricade. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he looked around catching his breath and letting his mana regenerate.
The priestess was still alive. She was shaking violently and huddled in a corner while clutching her broken arm with her good hand. Blood rushed down her face from a broken nose to mix in with tears, and she was whimpering loudly.
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Trey said, annoyed. “Don’t act like you and your people don’t deserve this.”
The priestess tensed and pulled the hood down further across her face, beginning to actively cry aloud as Trey got up to walk over. The closer he got, the louder she cried. As he bent down and ripped off the hood to reveal her features, her loud crying became a terrified wail. Tears ran like rivers and her trembling was intense.
She was actually very pretty. Now that he had time to focus, Trey was taken aback by the girl’s looks as he awaited death at the hands of the bastards on the other side of the barricaded door. Her skin was a deep purple just like the others of her race and her hair was black, trailing past her shoulders. She had an athlete’s body and feminine curves with the royal purple skin emphasizing her musculature even more. Quite proportionate. Yanking on her hair to bring her to stand up, he ignored the sobbing.
Control Limit Slots: 3 of 4 used.
Trey’s Minions:
* Napoleon, Oblivion Imp, Level 6 (1 slot)(Liked)
* Talsh’Noc’Un Greatsword, Living Weapon (1 slot)(Content)
* Jerekka Zoz, Culn, Level 6 (1 slot)(Hated)
Acknowledging he still had an open slot left, he kneed her in the gut again and slammed her face into the stone wall; turning her sobs into a high pitched yelp. The demoness stumbled and fell to the ground only to be kicked repeatedly. He felt her ribs break on impact and as he knelt down he could tell her breathing had become shallow.
Taking a fistful of her hair again, he raised her head to make her red eyes meet his, still ignoring the angry mob on the other side of the door completely. It would take them a while to break through unless they had another magic user like the elder he’d just killed.
“You will become bound to me as my minion, or you will die. The option is yours.”
A prompt appeared in Trey’s vision.
“You have offered a minion contract to this culn. Because you have beaten it into submission, it has the option of a painless death and immediate transfer of her soul into the void. Be aware, if the culn does not accept this offer within ten minutes the offer will expire and the potential servant will die.”
The woman didn’t hesitate in the slightest and immediately accepted the offer.
“Culn Priestess has accepted your pact. Culn Priestess’ name has been revealed: Rivia Ahst. One of your minion control limit slots has been filled.”
Then the page for his new minion popped up.
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Simplified Status Page
Name: Rivia Ahst
Race: Culn, Lesser Demon
Class: Priestess
Level: 2
HP: 7/102, MP: 100/100, SP: 47/100, DP: 11/14
Skills: Rejuvenation (lvl. 1) (Dark Miracle), Immortal’s Infernal Blessing (lvl. 1) (Alkir’s Miracle), Small Blades (lvl. 1)
Traits: Curious, Faith Driven, Trey Bon’s Minion
Magical Attributes: Dark
Opinion of you: Terrified
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