“Oh. You’re here already? You’re a bit early,” Corra said. Scepticus appeared to be in his consciousness. The entire place was purple with no signs of a wall or roof. Scepticus then saw a girl who appeared to be eight. She had purple eyes and two horns sprouting out of her head with colours which went from black to purple. She had sleeveless a dress, its length reaching just below her knees and it was made entirely out of what appeared to be purple, wilted leaves. On her back there was a quiver with six blackish-purple arrows and in her left hand a bow made out of rotten sticks. “Corra. YOU BITCH!” Scepticus said whilst charging towards her. Corra readied her bow and shot an arrow. It was so fast that Scepticus couldn’t react to its movement. It hit Scepticus before causing the surrounding area to explode from the mere force it was fired with.

Scepticus' body was completely destroyed. As he was sent back from the real world he entered a completely black space with a white glowing orb in the middle. One kind of like the orb which Serbius had. He then sees a giant purple hand reach out at the orb as it desperately tries to grab it. Suddenly Scepticus felt as if something was being ripped from him. This was a demon lord’s signature move, Soul Rip. Scepticus resisted with all of his might but the hand still managed to get a fragment of Scepticus’ soul. “I’ll take back this which is mine,” a woman’s voice came out. And then his eyes opened. Scepticus got up in a daze. “Shit. I’m weak. What spell was that? And I don’t remember Corra being that strong,” he muttered to himself. “What gibberish are you spouting,” Serbius asked, his hands crossed whilst leaning against a tree. “Oh. You’re still here,” Scepticus replied.

“So did you manage to learn it?” Serbius asked. “I don’t believe so,” Scepticus replied. “Well we should probably make a schedule right,” Serbius asked in the most cheerful manner possible. “So how about we meet here every week on this day at sunset?” he asked Scepticus. “Sure it works for me, but I’m not too sure about my mother being fine with that,”. “Just sneak out, student,” said Serbius. “Oh well, I’ll find a way to make it work,” Scepticus replied. “Well I should probably go. Byyyyeeee!” he said as he disappeared with wind. Scepticus then said, “I think it’s about time I go back home,”. By then it had already become evening from the day after the attack on his village. Scepticus rushed home as fast as he could and saw that a group of people appeared to be looking for someone. They then saw Scepticus and started pointing towards him as they said, “He’s the kid right?”.

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They then looked at the picture of Scepticus which had been drawn for someone. “Hey kid, we’re gonna need you to come with us,” one of the men said. He was quite chubby, had a long white beard and was wearing glasses. Scepticus then asked them, “How should I trust you?”. “Your mother, Amelia sent us,” they said. “Fine. But what’s my name?” he asked. “Devlin Asier. Correct?” he replied. “That is indeed my name. Ok I’ll follow you. But if any of you seem suspicious I’m going to slit your throats. The group laughed it off as a joke. All of them but Scepticus. They led him back to his house. As soon as he opened the door Amelia slapped him in the face. “WHERE DID YOU GO THIS TIME?” she asked. “I honestly don’t know this time,” he said.

“Come in,” Amelia said before closing the door and giving Scepticus another slap to his face. “Do you know how worried I was?” she said with tears visibly streaming from her eyes this time. Amelia then hugs Scepticus. Scepticus hugs her back. “It’s nice to have someone who cares about you. In the demon realm it was just the survival of the fittest. I had to kill all of my siblings to get to where I am now. The weak are mere stepping stones for the strong. That was my excuse, but they were all my siblings. I was a bloody psychopath last time. This time I will do my best to protect my family and friends. Although I won’t make the same mistake”. Scepticus and Amelia eventually released each other from their embrace.

“So Devlin, what would you like for dinner?” Amelia asked him. “I would like 10 Sand Witches. I’m starving,” he said. “It’s not pronounced Sand Witches. It’s one word not two,” Amelia replied. Scepticus then went to sit at his dining table as he stared outside of the window, his hand against his cheek. “Things are nice like this,” he said.

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Meanwhile

“So who was the intruder?” the man in the goatee asked. “B-b-boss,” he whimpered, “We are still trying to figure it out,”. The man took a small violin from next to his seat and swiftly hit the scared person on the head. He fell to the ground, as he began to bleed. “ABSOLUTE PIECES OF SHIT. CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!” he said whilst storming out of his tent. He then looked at the pile of ashes outside of his base. “WHO WOULD EVEN DARE TO LIGHT A BONFIRE NEXT TO OUR BLOODY CAMP?”. He then quickly tried to compose himself. Although he was still angry he managed to calm down enough to call on one of his workers. “Clean the dead body in my tent, and call upon the Hunting Dog,” the man in the goatee. “Yes sir,” he said whilst saluting and leaving the place. After a few minutes, a person with a black a cloak appeared next to the man in the goatee.His face was covered in a mask. It had no eye holes and was purely black apart from one white circle near his forehead. “Find the person who had disrespected the Mortuus Flumen. They shall pay with the price of their head,” the man in the goatee said. The man nodded his head, “Alright Adder Asier. But you better pay me well” he said before disappearing once again.