The Young Wizard and The Demon King ch.3
The Young Wizard and The Demon King
Author:
angelbloodyrose
Chapter: 3
Rating: PG for this chapter
Beta by: IceFireAngel
Note: I know you’re all gonna say “Finally! A new chapter! What took her so long? Why is this chapter so short!?” Hehe… Btw I’m going on a tour to Europe until the end of October so I can’t update until I get back. Sorry about that.
FF.net link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3755976/3
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CHAPTER 3: THE DARK MASTER
A middle-aged man stood in front of a large mirror with magic inscriptions around it, fixing his pale blond hair with his hand. A small pet imp with dark-gray scaly skin was floating next to him, his annoying expression reflected clearly on the mirror. Under them is a large painted pentacle on a marble floor.
“I can feel the energy flowing bigger.” said the man to his reflection on the mirror who was wearing a dark gray cloak, his face hidden under the hood.
“I found another soul to devour, my dark master Dominus.” The reflection answered with a hoarse voice. “The more souls of wizards are sacrificed to The End of Land… the more Master gets stronger.”
Dominus glanced outside, “I sense changes in the air.”
“I assure you, Master, nothing is going wrong.” At this point, the reflection lowered his head, his hands clenched together. Dominus watched the reflection like a hawk eyeing its prey. His pet imp copied his gesture. “I sense a powerful mazoku somewhere out there. Torve, I order you to kill more wizards, bring me more power!”
“Y-yes, Master.” The reflection faded away, leaving Dominus with his own reflection giving him an evil smile.
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Torve took the form of an eagle, and flew to the west from the dark castle beneath him. He wished he could just fly far away, all the way back to the MazokuKingdom which they called ‘Shin Makoku’, back to serve his King…
Torve felt pain on his left foot. He shook his head, trying to get rid of his thought. He didn’t want the dark seal ring on his feet send a painful power surge to his brain again. The last time he refused to kill a wizard, the ring took over his mind, fueling him with nothing but evil.
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“Mama, why isn’t it snowing here like in Cité des Sorciers?” said an eight year-old girl sitting on the windowsill, watching the dripping rain and gloomy sky above.
“You should be thankful that it’s finally raining here. It’s been over a year since the last rain.” Izura said while running her hand through her adopted daughter’s curly brown hair.
“But Cité des Sorciers have Winter Festival! We’ve never had any festival in this city. Can we go there, Mama? Please?” She made the cutest face and pleading puppy’s eyes.
Izura laughed, “Alright, alright… But now,” she pointed playfully at her daughter’s nose, “go to the market and buy some vegetables for dinner, okay?”
“Yay!” Greta hopped off the windowsill and grabbed an umbrella, then went to the market.
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Torve had reached Cité des Soleil, a city with sandy landscape and intense sunlight. That day was a rare rainy day. He took on the form of a dog and sheltered near his victim’s house. He climbed to an open window that led him to the kitchen. He quickly changed his form to a long-legged spider when he heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.
Torve watched carefully as his victim, Izura, a sorcerer who apparently lived as a commoner, entered the kitchen without any suspicion. Weak sorcerer, but strong soul quality. Perfect, he thought as he crawled near Izura’s foot.
“Give me your soul, sorcerer.” Torve changed his form to his original mazoku form with the grey cloak.
Izura dropped the plates and silverware from her hands. “I’m not a sorcerer!” she cried.
“Don’t lie to me, sorcerer Izura.” Torve raised his hand, and no one outside that house knew that there was a battle of life and death. All they could hear was the loud sound of thunder…
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Dominus sat on his throne, another wizard’s soul sucked into a large box with green markings. “Power… bring me more power…”
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Wolfram woke up at the sound of winter birds chirping outside his window. He opened his heavy eyelids, wondering why he felt sore. He can’t really remember when he fell asleep but he knew he had a nightmare last night. Although he can’t remember what the nightmare was.
“Morning.”
He almost yelped, but realized it was just Yuuri, still sleeping next to him with his blue pajamas. Wolfram got up and went to the bathroom, completely ignoring Yuuri.
Yuuri got up and sat on the edge of bed, his face forming a satisfied grin. The Demon King inside him had gotten more powerful with a little bit of Wolfram’s soul fragment… And Wolfram didn’t even remember what happened…
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Notes:
- Sorry for the long wait. I re-wrote this whole chapter from the beginning about three or four times (but it’s still a short chapter… *sigh*). This chapter’s objective is to tell you about the OCs, Dominus and Torve. But at least now you know what happened to Wolf :)
- You might wonder what had happened to Greta, but I’m keeping it for another chapter.
- I hope I got the box’s name right…
- Dominus means “master”, oh and just to let you know, that isn’t his real name.
- Torve = I’m not sure what it means, but it is a French word… I think it means “menace”.
- Cité des Soleil means ‘City of Sun’. This city resembles Suberera with all the sands… I wanted to name it ‘City of Setting Sun on the Desert’ but it’s too long.