sam was visiting Europe for the first time, he had heard good things about the place and decided why not. most of the things he heard were true even the bad things but that didn't change the fact he was having good fun. he found some people willing to fight a child, he handed them their asses more than once. things changed when they, in an attempt to get rid of him, took him to a fighting arena. that was the first time he saw someone fight with a sword and typical for his age whatever that had been sam thought it was the coolest thing in the world.

when he felt troupe he did so with a stick that he pretends was a sword. for years he used it like a blade then it broke during his time on some island located a few miles north of japan. so he found a blacksmith and asked/told him to make a real sword for sam, for sentimental sam had the wood from his stick be used as an ingredient. when the blacksmith touched the wood he informed sam that it wasn't normal wood, it was the branch of a suck-up tree. these trees sucked up energies and changed accordingly.

that stick sam used, and comply changed from sucking up his mana, demon, witch, and ghost powers. it makes a weapon with it he would need materials of similar nature and none were cheap, he could remember how the blacksmith fainted seeing sam pulled double that amount from his pockets. anyway, he got his sword and he had it with him until he decided to live with the vegal couple. that day he removed the handle from the blade, the handles came with him while the blade was stabbed into a bolder with a tiny of demon power to make sure it stayed.

now he wanted the blade back, and he was asking his parent for help finding it. while he was sure the blade was still in the bolder he wasn't so sure if the rock was still in the same place. he wasn't too worried even some took the bolder they would be able to wield the blade, the lack of a handle was not the only reason. "finding it shouldn't be too hard a sword in rock should show up on internet search...what?"

"the power in the sword is commonly believed to be evil or a bad omen of sorts, so a place of holy worship may have stolen it in an attempt to purify it. and I mean attempt." Cora nodded before pulling up a search engine while she was doing that sam refilled his water,' it will probably be hours before she finds anyth-"

"found it!"

"like hell! sam responded the instant he spun around.

"yes, hell, mysterious blade trapped in stone remains unmoved after four years. boom!" sam just looked over her shoulder to see the picture accompanying the article. that was his sword alright, he recognized that metal pattern anywhere.

"that's it alright, the shard of the night. for the record, I was maybe 10 when I named it" sam said that last part feeling the looks his parts gave him.

"think it cute," Natale commented before asking a question," so when do we leave to get it?!"

"were not, it's coming to use!" sam told them to meet him outside while he grabbed something. the couple shrugged their shoulder before heading to the backyard their son joined them a moment later by climbing out his room window. he jumped to the ground, Cora took not of the thing he was holding in his hand. a single hand sword the bottom of it looked like some were supposed to be tied to it. sam proved the observation by tying the magic ribbon to the handle before raising it into the air.

the sun has set, the moon has risen. come shard of the night the prince of night curses calls for you. come serve your unholy master shard of the night." sam knew better to look back to his parent he could already hear Cora trying to suppress her laugher.

billions of miles away the blade trembled, its master called to it. the bolder that lacked as its sheath until now shattered into dust but the sword didn't fall instead it rose higher into the night sky. continuing to do so until it reached the edge of the planet's atmosphere, the blade spun until its tip was angle towards its master.

"you know I forget how dramatic living with which has made me!" as he said that he released he was facing the wrong direction. he tuned around the sam moment the blasted past him stoping an atom away from touching the ground. "but not like I care," lining up the blade and handle sam smiled. testing the swing his smile got even wider he could feel it the sword was just as powerful as it was in the past. he could resist slashing towards the sky dividing a cloud, then again and again and again. when that cloud was gone he choose a new one then another.

he kept going until someone grabbed his arm, he turned to them ready to give them a taste of the blade only to see his mother." why have you stopped him?!"

"because you look a little nuts!" she then pointed to the ground looking down he could he the grass surrounding him was not just dead but partial rotten as well.

"Been a while since I've done that." he got so excited that his control of the witching hour lapsed.

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"What happens if you lose complete control?" that was a good question to ask after sam explained what happened.

"Nothing is what will be left if I lose control. well, at least this part of the world.*sigh* I don't want to repeat that day" sanding up carefully wrapped the shard of night in the witch ribbon.' i wonder if where the others are and should I take the risk of calling them. but is that power worth reviving that monster?" strapping the blade to his back sam looked to the now cloudless sky. "I remember I have a match coming up soon, poor luck that guy but I promise not to toy with you too much."

both parents could only feel sorry for the boy sam would be fighting soon. "we should make our own preparations for the beast attack on our son." Natale nodded in agreement before the family went back inside, while the adults talked sam returned to his room to continue conversating with the slimes. they showed interest in the sword but sam didn't allow them near it saying he had to do something to it.

"you can watch!" he told them afterward, they nodded rapidly. unwrapping the sword sam held it before him with both hands, taking a deep breath he shifted into his full lust form. he frowned feeling the aches of transforming but then ignored them in favor of letting his power flow into the sword. "it changed the smell?!" that was new the first time causes a small change in the weapon. the more energy was used with the weapon the more it synced and changed. right now it simply changed smell, when it was first used with demon power the sword screamed when swung. witch made it cackle always while ghost just made it a bit transport.

"and to think that was the beginning, now any three of those forms make it a weapon of mass destruction." rewrapping his sword sam laid the weapon next to his bed. he had the slimes to got to sleep, before climbing into his bed for he could get some rest he needed it. drawing the sleep rune because he wasn't in the mood for his insomnia as the sparkling dust drifted onto his face sam had a thought,' i should probably do that spell.'

the moon had reached its zenith when several forms gather around the vegal house, "so this is where he is?!"

"yep, the bug we have to kill!"

"then let get to it!" they jump towards the house as now ready to level the building. too bad, they didn't look before leaping or they might have noticed the thousands of hidden spells. and in one moment they all activated at once witch was concealed by another spell. a minute passed and the spells calmed down with no sign of the attackers.

'i'll have to alert my lord of this when he wakes up, but I didn't expect the beast forces to gather so quickly. or maybe they haven't?' they had to think about this more in the meantime it would keep an eye out and if came down to it.

that hadn't been the last exciting thing to happen that night but nothing that sam would have wanted to know. in the morning sam was eating breakfast when the helper informed him of what happened last night." oh those poor fools, they've been sent to the realm of nightmares. I wonder if I should even let them out?" that place would definitely take care of them, on a mother note I should probably do something about the defense spells soon."

in other words, he had to go shopping for many things witchy things. but for now, he was going to finish his food,' guess I can check her site and see if she has what I need. which is what exactly?' then he remembered his last thought from yesterday. he had to update that battle junkie spell of his." I have always wondered what that said about me!"

out the door a while later sam was on his way to the hidden store. it didn't take long but he did have to evade a cop on the roofs, wasn't the least bit sorry about stealing the guy's belt on the way. but he did wonder why he did it maybe mischief or something else but either way he had the guy's belt.

arriving at the witch supplies store giving the owner a short wave before going through the isles with a basket getting what he needed. most of it was to make potions and spells for the beast attack on him, the other was for the paints for his statutes," this place is better stocked than I thought."

"I have more than a few connections to get rare things," she answered as she scanned his things.

"some of these things I thought a would have to order offline then wait some time, this speeds up more than a few plans!" he was exciting things were about to get...!" actually he didn't know how things were going to go but he did know he was in for a lot of work. handing over the credits sam left the store, "wait how do I get this home?" he had no problem carrying it all but he wasn't sure the free-running was the best travel method. guess he was walking home then, sighing he got on with the long journey with loaded arms.

on the way back he had passed a tv display that had the warfare league on, they were talking about him and his upcoming fight sam barely glanced at it. 'did I wash that outfit?' on that, not sam wasn't sure he even did laundry recently. "downsides of having so many clothes", and it was one more thing to add to list of things to do.

arriving home sam dropped the things before getting the work, the first thing tackling the mountain of laundry he built up since school out. while the washer was running he prepared his ingredient he was planning to do the paint first," thank...who rules over witchcraft again?" he shrugged his shoulder he was just glad he looked up the recipe in advance. griding down some flowers letting the simple motion absorb his full attention.

charging his fingers witch power he snapped sparking a witch fire, placing that fire under the caldron sam started mixing. 'this is probably going to take a long while', he planned to make consecutive potions. it was going to be mental drawing plus taking a lot of witch power, he wondered how far the corruption would be by the time he was done. either may he ignored the passage of time focusing on his caldron and laundry.

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"What happened to them?!"

"it seems that been transported to another realm!"

"fools, too undisciplined!"

"you know you're so weird about that seeing what we are?" the others kinda agreed with this statement.

''What we are is why I am this way! anyway, we must prepare for the assault against our master's enemy." waving their hand a rather crude map of the vegal house. 'this building is a fortress in disguise, multiple forms of magic are spread across it if your careless you'll trigger something dangerous. even more so this room-he pointed to sam room- hold something terrifying!"

"It can't be that bad?"

"I fear whatever it is could harm our master, what's more, I can feel hundreds of souls crying from it. what even containing it is even scarier."

"What are the chances we can reschedule this attack in like a hundred years?"

"none, the master demand we attacked before the human gets any stronger!"

"yeah let's not let him get any stronger, so any plans to beat all this" they gestured vaguely to the map.

"of course or I would have brought this up. now fir-"

"wait if you didn't have a plan you would let us march to our deaths!"

"WHAT, no of course not!" for some reason they were not convincing.

"you ass hole!" they lunged at the other. only to be avoided and hit another one, soon after the meeting devolved into a bar fight. punches, kicks, slaps, and kisses were being thrown around when enough of this. you do not have time to waste, prepare for battle. every single one of them was on their knee the moment the voice spoke, "as you command master!

"back to my plan, from my understanding, the target enjoyed fighting if we use that to our advantage we have a great chance of killing him."

"and will this work?"

"one on one duel, the desire for combat while be his undoing!"