Age Twenty-one
Dexi found herself slipping in and out of consciousness as her teacher droned on about the ethics of magic. Her eyes drifted closed for the millionth time that day, and again she snapped awake as Azian's staff slammed against her table.
"Pay attention! Why do I even bother to teach you?! A beast knows nothing of morals!"
She only smirked as he ranted again about how inferior she was, her mind whirling through the many plans she had for the old man. Her gaze traveled out the window to the hill where her parents funeral pyres had been erected. Her smirk widened at the memories of her father's death. Jarron never saw it coming, believeing that blood was thicker than magic.
Azian noticed the look on her face and frowned. How he hated that evil child! Finally having enough, he pointed to the door and cleared his throat, sighing in relief as Dexi left. The old mage could hardly breath when he was in a room with her, the strength of her aura always filled the room with malice.
Looking in the same direction that the girl had been, he sighed sadly, thoughts turning to his son.
"Jarron...I told you to kill her. Why didn't you listen?"
The old man gathered his books, noting with disdain that Dexi had written notes on the implementation of human organs in spells to strengthen them. He had been watching her closely the past year, noticing that as her ideas became more gruesome, more servants went missing from the manor, and his old mind began to conjur a way to rid the world of her vile presence.
His next student entered the room, and he smiled at the briliant young man.
"How are you today, Alan?"
That was when a genius idea came to mind, and the old man's face took on a sinister light.
"Do you know my granddaughter by any chance?"
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Age Twenty-six
Dexi was very unhappy. Very unhappy indeed. She sat strapped to a metal chair, Azian standing before her with a triumphant smile, and Alan, her sweet Alan, stood next to him,looking terrified of her.
"What in the name of the Goddess have you done to Alan?!"
Her grandfather laughed, and she felt her blood turn to fire as she became enraged. How dare he laugh at her?! She tried to summon her magic, and gasped when nothing came.
"What have you done to me?!"
Her voice was strained, and she was on the verge of tears. Being without her magic was like losing a limb. It made her nothing more than human. She shuddered and glared at the old man, her brown eyes widening when she saw him approach her with strange looking gag. It was made of metal, and had small razors lining it, she assumed to keep her from pulling it off, but as he placed it around her mouth, she found she was all too wrong, and screamed, the razors sinking into her face and tearing the flesh.
"Scream all you like girl. They'll only cut you more. How does it feel to be human, you beast!?"
He was laughing madly now, as Dexi's loss of her magic cut her off from the influence of the demon and tigress, and she had to face what she had done to so many. While she was learning respect for humanity the hard way, Alan was struggling with what Azian had led him to believe and what he had shared with Dexi. He had wanted to wed the girl before Azian had told him of her nature. Of how cruel and evil she really was, though at the moment it seemed the opposite, as Dexi sat sobbing and screaming, strapped in to the metal contraption, the razored gag having cut through her cheeks now resting on her tongue and against the back of her mouth, blood pouring down her once beautiful face, and her grandfather laughing maniacally. Alan came to a his decision and slammed the torch against the back of Azian's head, knocking the old man out. He rushed to Dexi's side and released her from the restraints, cutting the gag from her face. She had lost consciousness from bloodloss, and he lifted her into his arms, running as fast as he could from this hell, hoping he could get to the manor healer before it was too late.
Dexi found herself slipping in and out of consciousness as her teacher droned on about the ethics of magic. Her eyes drifted closed for the millionth time that day, and again she snapped awake as Azian's staff slammed against her table.
"Pay attention! Why do I even bother to teach you?! A beast knows nothing of morals!"
She only smirked as he ranted again about how inferior she was, her mind whirling through the many plans she had for the old man. Her gaze traveled out the window to the hill where her parents funeral pyres had been erected. Her smirk widened at the memories of her father's death. Jarron never saw it coming, believeing that blood was thicker than magic.
Azian noticed the look on her face and frowned. How he hated that evil child! Finally having enough, he pointed to the door and cleared his throat, sighing in relief as Dexi left. The old mage could hardly breath when he was in a room with her, the strength of her aura always filled the room with malice.
Looking in the same direction that the girl had been, he sighed sadly, thoughts turning to his son.
"Jarron...I told you to kill her. Why didn't you listen?"
The old man gathered his books, noting with disdain that Dexi had written notes on the implementation of human organs in spells to strengthen them. He had been watching her closely the past year, noticing that as her ideas became more gruesome, more servants went missing from the manor, and his old mind began to conjur a way to rid the world of her vile presence.
His next student entered the room, and he smiled at the briliant young man.
"How are you today, Alan?"
That was when a genius idea came to mind, and the old man's face took on a sinister light.
"Do you know my granddaughter by any chance?"
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Age Twenty-six
Dexi was very unhappy. Very unhappy indeed. She sat strapped to a metal chair, Azian standing before her with a triumphant smile, and Alan, her sweet Alan, stood next to him,looking terrified of her.
"What in the name of the Goddess have you done to Alan?!"
Her grandfather laughed, and she felt her blood turn to fire as she became enraged. How dare he laugh at her?! She tried to summon her magic, and gasped when nothing came.
"What have you done to me?!"
Her voice was strained, and she was on the verge of tears. Being without her magic was like losing a limb. It made her nothing more than human. She shuddered and glared at the old man, her brown eyes widening when she saw him approach her with strange looking gag. It was made of metal, and had small razors lining it, she assumed to keep her from pulling it off, but as he placed it around her mouth, she found she was all too wrong, and screamed, the razors sinking into her face and tearing the flesh.
"Scream all you like girl. They'll only cut you more. How does it feel to be human, you beast!?"
He was laughing madly now, as Dexi's loss of her magic cut her off from the influence of the demon and tigress, and she had to face what she had done to so many. While she was learning respect for humanity the hard way, Alan was struggling with what Azian had led him to believe and what he had shared with Dexi. He had wanted to wed the girl before Azian had told him of her nature. Of how cruel and evil she really was, though at the moment it seemed the opposite, as Dexi sat sobbing and screaming, strapped in to the metal contraption, the razored gag having cut through her cheeks now resting on her tongue and against the back of her mouth, blood pouring down her once beautiful face, and her grandfather laughing maniacally. Alan came to a his decision and slammed the torch against the back of Azian's head, knocking the old man out. He rushed to Dexi's side and released her from the restraints, cutting the gag from her face. She had lost consciousness from bloodloss, and he lifted her into his arms, running as fast as he could from this hell, hoping he could get to the manor healer before it was too late.
