5 Embraced by Hell (1/2)
Six years thus passed, and at the age of 18, it was now time for Kilian to embark on the road of magic. In body and mind, Klaus believed him ready. Alas, destiny chose to cheat them both, and as Klaus readied to test Kilian's Dra Roots, the inconceivable occurred.
The testing of Dra Root was a critical moment of any nobility scion's life. On the scene, several junior and senior members of house von Karsten stood. But as Klaus stretched his hand toward Kilian, in an unexpected twist, the dra surrounding him started circulating in the opposite direction. As he sensed this, for the first time in decades, Klaus' eyes widened in disbelief.
Formless energy crept into Kilian's body, spreading through his veins, organs, and soul! That energy had neither scent nor signature, only the strange phenomenon of making dra flow in reverse informed Klaus as to what it really was.
”No...no...noooo!”
Klaus clenched his fists, smashed them on an adjacent oak table, and snarled in indignation! But the force didn't listen, it never did. In the middle of Kilian's forehead, circles of red light emerged, and his body spasmed under violent jolts of foreign energies.
The red light dispersed, leaving behind a five centimeters long slit. Around the slit, bulging veins spread, Kilian's pupils vanished, and before the terrified von Karsten kinsmen and women, a third, vertical and crimson eye opened on his forehead!
”He's been tainted...tainted by Fehl.”
The nearby relatives realized, and indeed, they were right. The people of this world may not know or fear God, but they knew and dreaded the devil. Its name was Fehl!
Fehl was a name, a race, an Arcane Discipline, a plane, but most importantly, a taint. Just like Dra was omnipresent, permeating all corners of the world, Fehl existed in all places, in every breath, in water, in the sky, and the earth. All breathed it, but in some, it would one day trigger a reaction: the Fehl Taint.
Most arcane researchers believed the taint linked to an unidentifiable gene present in some but absent in the many. Others, however, argued Fehl sentient, and that in its perpetual depravity, it chose its victims. Regardless of the truth, those tainted by Fehl would instantly develop a mutation, becoming Fehl Mutants.
If there was one thing the world didn't tolerate, it was the Fehl Taint. Though made superior to their peers, Fehl Mutants typically started out harmless. But once exposed to Fehl Magic, the taint would gradually worsen until they finally morphed into Fehl Beasts—creatures of pure madness driven solely by hedonism and destruction.
Who could tolerate them?
That added to the fact that mutants and beasts aside, only Fehl Daemons could use that horribly powerful magic, regardless of race or affiliations, all hunted the Fehl-tainted. For those unable to conceal their mutations, dark forests and secluded cults were their sole options. How could such a man remain the heir of the von Karsten?
Kilian's existence had suddenly turned into a time ticking bomb threatening to wipe out this ancient house! And as he regained his consciousness, as he swept his ”kinsmen” and read in their faces the reality of his situation, Kilian couldn't restrain a chuckle. Even as Klaus boiled with fury, Kilian chuckled.
”Hahaha,” amused; he was utterly amused. The situation was far too entertaining. It was as if fate spat in all their faces, Klaus' more than his. For six years, Klaus dedicated himself to teaching Kilian all he knew and making him the perfect successor of his house. But now, he had no other choice but to destroy him. How amusing indeed. How frustrating indeed.
Kilian now knew he would get no chance of revenge, no opportunity to appease the souls of the dead, souls that still kept him awake at night. He would die within six hours, maybe less. Again, death readied to embrace him, and this time, he didn't believe another miracle would occur. The second chance...wasn't enough.
How frustrating, how infuriating! But regardless of how wronged he felt, Kilian couldn't control destiny. Klaus too couldn't, so he waved for his kin to depart and locked himself in his study. The kinsmen promptly left, knowing that in the following hours, a blaze was inevitable.