the sun-warmed sam as he started at the floating cub of stone before him it was a not completely pure white. he was trying got to figure out where to start carving ar the stone and ignore the piercing gaze of Garry. some part of his felt like the teen was going to attack at any moment,' deep breath deep breaths remember your sculpting lectures start with the rough form." taking a deep breath he took the image of what he wanted and projected it into the stone. picking up the chisel and hammer he got for this mana was channeled into them before he brought them to the stone *crack* 'to little but good practice"

Garry watched curiously sam did it differently than most, for one thing, he was using mana. which was supposedly supposed to control the force of the chisel in terms of directions and strength. looking down he was the creature he was trying to imprint into the stone then he looked at the image he found on the internet. the creature looked powerful 'it would be hard for it to kill me,' he knew that from an image of the thing sleeping. Garry couldn't wait to see how well sam imprinted that into the cloud stone.

An hour and a good amount of stone falling off sam stopped and took a break he was having trouble keeping the image of his design. wiping the sweat of his brow and draining his waterbottle samlet his muscle rest despite its name cloud stone was really hard a bit hard then quarts. looking at his chisel he noted that still in good condition another perk of covering it with mana. looking at the chisel he also was his hand, his skin had reached golden tanned and most had stopped changing color except his fingers to his elbows. he could see the change but he could fell it the skin the texture was different from the rest.

there was the tail which had recently had a growth spurt was now reaching the back of his knees. his hair was changing texture as well the recently felt four bump on his skull when he washed his hair. the mutations were approaching their final stage but there was good news sorta, he had opened the witch information network. his message box was full and he chooses not to deal with that can of worms yet but he was able to find a creature of lust the looked vague like what he was turning into along with why he neven encountered one. An incubus, a demon of sex, they only showed up before those who have reached sexual maturity and were in desperate need of sexual release. sam met neither of those requirements.

there were differences from what he could tell but it was a starting point.' a starting pint but I still have more to learn about this new form of mine.' letting out a breath alongside some emotions sam turned back to the statue in progress a bit more and he would have a general shape then he could start on details. "honestly I thought this would take me a few days at least!" picking up the chisel and hammer he got back to work. when he had the great shape he had started at the head making the open maw of the beast moving toward its short neck.

slowly but surely he got the shape of the beast, "now for the details" grabbing the drawing he closes his eye searching his memory for every detail. "okay fur first," it was probably going to take the most time seeing as it covered the entire beast which was not small. the fur was coarse but look fuffy like a cat he changed to another too the chisel would do here.' I'm covered in dust, so soaking later on,' sam decided as he worked on the underbelly.

After wiping the dust from his face he grabbed another sculpting tool a drill-like thing to refine the fur. placing the drill thing down sam started adding details to the face eyes ears nose and so on. when the face was done sam commented," this is too good its giving me flashbacks", and he wasn't jocking mostly.  grabbing another tool sam started working on the feet then moving onto the cliff edge the beast stood on. he was starting to get frustrated the was little light, "oh" the sun was setting he had worked the day way." working from him morning to sundown no wonder I'm sore. been awhile been iv been so absorbed in something besides battle and novels."

stretching out he sam covered the state with a tarp before heading inside his stomach was demanded empty. 'i guess there is a downside of having three meals a day for four years, I miss being able to go five days with food and fell nothing" he has no idea how morbid that is. but it not like he would care if he did as he was no waking a sandwich humming tone when he sandwich was done he took his bracelet off do not disturb. "wow that is a lot of calls for me!" most of them were nothing too important except his boos informing him of the shift schedule and Tyrone saying he needed the summing circles.

'i can send those right over,' he had the foresight to put the summon circles for the rose plant and mimic slimes into digital forms. speaking of the flower it had at some point gained the ability to walk and now spent time away from the garden. they weren't worried about it, sam's threats and his mother's kindness taught it not to randomly attack people. the slimes were actually hiding somewhere in the house mimicking something. sending the files over sam asl sent a  message asking how he was doing, then one to Garry because he didn't know where the fucker went.

He left to get some dinner, sam bad for calling him a fucker this time. finishing off his sandwich sam took care of business in the bathroom before taking a shower before soaking in the stub into the water cool. after he was dry and dressed he returned downs stair for more food apparently in time for Garry to return."did you lock the door when you  left," the look on his face was answering enough, "dude I could have been killed!"

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"you mean you could have killed someone because you yourself there was no one strong enough on this island to kill you!" sam couldn't retort to that without straight lying or sounding unsure. two things he disliked a lot but his friend was talking something he did like. " so how much progress on the statue did you make?"

"a good amount," he answered while pulling something out the fridge he sniffed it before putting it back. he pulled out a take out box it had artificial seafood wasn't in the mood for that so he put it back. he made a sound of triumph as he pulled out artificial beef hot dogs. Garry watched his friend prepare his food wondering what he considered a good amount,'knowing him it ranges from little done to just ready to paint.' if sam had heard this he would have laughed because this was true.

with his hot dogs in hand, sam sat across from Garry who was eating his Italian. they act in silence for a bit before talking about the status again. this allowed Garry to get a better idea of what sam was able to complete today, "why didn't you touch the wings?"

A good question, "there the hardest part," he said simply. the feathers of the creature were incredibly small roughly a million on each wing carving they would be incredibly tedious. but he didn't say this it was something Garry would be interested in well sam thinks that anyway a few days ago he didn't the angry teen that he liked art. "on the mater of the other states I need to figure out with order I'm going to do them I'm thinking of the snack on next, I should probably get the paints first."

"I know where to get some good statue paints."

"no, I need a specific brand of paint that made by and for witches otherwise the spell won't work quite right. I could make it myself but I only learned half the recipe."

"why only half?" Garry asked before taking a bit of his food.

"I couldn't stand the teacher he was so arrogant, my class last is difficult and only have of you will pass! he said that with pride, it so stupid to me that teacher brag about that! they admitting they can't teach, a good teacher and you can learn anything!"

"you seem certain of that" privately he had to agree he remember his combat class no one was getting but then the teacher was replaced and grades were up.

"do you know how many teachers I've had over the years, about two hundred! some were easy to learn from! other I have almost killed in frustration and that only those who intentionally taught me something!" sam took a bit of his hotdog blowing his emotions out of his nose.

"yet despite that, you can't teach!"

"I can teach! I just not a gentle teacher if you learn from me you're going to learn whether you like it or not!"

"yeah and what would you teach me?" he actually wanted to know sam know, sam knew a bunch of useful shit.

"I'm already teaching you!" well Garry was gonna be pissed damage control. "I met someone with a temper like yours once," he ignored how his body was tense in response to the growing threat before him," it ended up killing them entire lower body blown away the rest was burned horribly. this was caused by no outside force it was there own rage that killed them, I granted them a mercy death but not before promising that if i even encountered another with that special kind of anger I would teach them!"

"Teach them what?" sam relaxed as he felt the danger faded away.

"to turn them bomb of anger, into a blade. make sure they don't kill themselves on accident you've made great progress."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Garry's anger was rising because looking back he could see the lessons. said lessons were sam knocking him on his ass and mocking him, he was angry because they worked so fucking well

"two reasons, I don't know where to even start I don't know everything, and second you became my friend" the tightly capped rage Garry felt died at that show of vulnerability.

"that's unfair you know that!"

"but it true, at some point you became my friend and not a way to fulfill a promise." *thunk* Garry planted his face against the table grumbling something mad. sam only finished off his food waiting for the other male to speak," so what can the rage do if I control it"

sam had to think about that, "you could battle gods and walk away the winner." Garry was taken aback what the hell was his ager that it would allow him to take on gods and why the hell was sam so sure of this, what did the one he promised to? "I bet you're wondering about a few things, but I can't answer any of your questions I don't trust your control," he said that last part in a fact like the way and if he as being honest with himself Garry didn't blame him.

"fine!" Garry grumbled before angrily finishing his food. sam sighed in relief he didn't know how Garry would have reacted to being denied information. "I guess now that you know I can tell you the next stepping in your training, feeling the power hidden in your rage" the smile and cackle of his raven friend made Garry regret many choices in his life.

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"so the little lord has taken down one of my puppets, oh well it will do no good!" the beast of lust cackle from withing his prison.  the beast was confident that he could take the lord, he may not be able to see the world beyond his cage but his servants and puppets could, he knows they have been watching and studying the young lord, and was the time to attack. "so how shall the lord fall, Kelesh?"

the female who followed sam on his last day of school bowed before her creature and master." he will fall to the blade of a hundred screaming in pain!" the beast laughed in joy the lord would die and he would be free. the were completely unaware they were being watched by the helper with orders from there lord.

'he was correct in expecting retaliation from the beast,' they decided to stay and watch for a bit longer. as they watched the helper couldn't help but wonder what their lord had planned, from what they observed sam would at least appear to remain calm and relaxed while instantly putting some kind of plan together. he would act calm and steady while he then put that plan into action they wonder if their lord would even considered help that was quite the problem for him. maybe they could help with them!

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"This is that could be found" the detective looked down at the meager file. he's seen children's book with more data, the mark left at the house of the first victims had been recorded at the more than 400 places around the world." really 400 cases and this is all we have, not even what the perpetrator was doing. hell, we don't even have a timeline!" he partially wanted to find this guy more so after that attacked him. even though he couldn't see the face he could feel the smirk that was being worn.

*bang* he slammed his fist into the table. taking a deep breath he took a sip of coffee, well-tried his cup was empty. sighing the 40 something got up from his desk heading for the coffee machines. grabbing the bot he sniffed it, "oh french vanilla!" he filled up his cup with the semi-warm beverage. the cups fell to the ground moments later spilled its contents on the tiled floor the detective nowhere insight.