Dimitriv?

What about him?

Well yes I was his lover.

Do I know? Of course I do!

Dimtriv was the greatest genius I have ever met!

Don't call him that! His name is Dimitriv, not mad scholar, not mad scholar Dimitriv, not demonic scholar, just Dimitriv.

And give me that wine bottle!

The things I saw down there?

Dimitrivs work is different from all the other ones.

Anyone can learn to read, memorise a few wise sounding sayings and call themselves a scholar!

Why is this bottle empty? If you're wise you should not let me remember this talk.

But only Dimitriv questioned the knowledge that was handed out in these books, first they called him a fool then they called him the devil.

Yes there are horrors beyond comprehensive thinking down there for I have seen them. Fae,beasts,demons,spirits and hell I think even some void born are still down there.

What made me drop him?

It wasn't his crimes against nature not his narcissistic nature not the screams that never end and beg for death.

She leaned closer to me so that I could feel her cold breath on my cheek.

I still love him.

The interviewer was not seen again.

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In the hut

In the hut we're met with another problem.

Dam someone lives here.

And an elf at that, of course it had to be an elf.

Actually it's great fortune for it to be an elf, considering that I speak the elven language actually I speak every language infernal,deepspeach and even celestial. Because how else to commit crimes against gods if not taunting them while doing it.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

However judging by the look on the boss man's face I can confidently say she won't live long, quite a shame she reminds me of my old lover, Xyleoles.

At least I was able to make her one last gift.

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Meanwhile

I stood infront of the room where Dimitriv told me he was working on a surprise for me.

Should I enter?

I was more than fine waiting for him to finish, but sadly he passed away, he was hit by lightning. Ever since then I held a pationate hate against followers of the god of thunder.

I'm not sure if I can handle it.

Now mind you, my guts are steeled from all the time I spent with Dimitriv yet there are things I would never dare to look at.

I remember first meeting him.

He was running down the road, fleeing from one of his creations that was stronger than its cage. He yelled at it about how it should be grateful since he made it into such a great being.

Mind you back then I was meant to be hung for the necromancy I was doing.

And then he ran up my cage and told me those words I still hear in my dreams.

"Oh necromancer my friend, oh please help me for if you do nothing both of us will die. But if we work together both of us will be free and alive"

I don't remember what happened after that but the next thing I remember is him carrying Mr through a field of guts and blood.

After a deep breath I grabbed the door by the handle and opened It with closed eyes.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a blueish purple glowing jar with a note infront of it.

With a crying heart and cold eyes I take the note and read it.

Hello my dear,

There are only two people who can get in here without dieing so don't wonder why I know its

I know that you would never enter without something happening so I guess I'm dead.

Fuck I had alot still to say to you and now I will be forever silent.

I could hold a speech of being parted, of what comes after death, of an unfinished lagecy.

But honestly, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I don't think I was good enough, I don't think I could have been ever find something worthy but this this is my absolutemadter piece. But this my final gift, it's the crown of creation. A crown worthy of its Queen.

I'm sorry I left you with such an heavy hard, I'm sorry I had to leave you alone, I'm so sorry.

The last words of the fool who was to shy to open his heart

Under the note there was something.

I couldn't really see it in the dim light of the room but once I brought the candle closer I couldn't hold in the tears anymore.

There sat a silver ring with a diamond on top. With a light heart and heavy eyes I picked up the ring and held it to my chest and cried into it. I cried and weeded until there was nothing to trouble my heart.

And once I cried my heart out, I turned my attention to the jar that laminates the room. I put my hand on the lid and closed my eyes then I felt.

The immortality of a demon, the wisdom of a celestial, the arts of a fae, the godlike mana pool of a void born and the sher determination of.a mortal.

But it's incomplete it needs something.

It needs her.

She opened it and after a deep breath, drank it.

In one go I raised the jar and drank the potion.

While drinking I could feel how it infiltrated every bit of my body, changing it to something better, something stronger.

After there was nothing left I opened my eyes and everything was clearer than ever before. I felt greater more than I was before, but.

I put my hand on my lower stomach.

'But still incomplete'