48 Initiate The Plan (1/2)
Right now, Michael stood before a large broken tree trunk. Only held with the company of an impressive quantity of wood splinters covering the area around his feet, and a large chopped down pine tree laying right next to him.
He had reverted back to his human form, and was now blankly starring into the sky with an indifferent expression. Both his pupils seemed to have dilated a little, and they now gave of a vibe similar to a computer program being loaded in.
As for the rest, the changes that would usually occur whenever he released all his power were currently not present. His physical body was no different from anyother human's. Well, other than the very domineering towers of muscle covering every available spot benath the skin, his black hair and gold eyes would be able to convince anyone.
While he looked into the endless sea of white and blue, a weak laugh escaped his mouth.
”Hehehe”
The blurry pupils formed themselvs back. Sinking two new void dots into the gold pond they now called their home.
”HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He stetched his muscular arms into the air. Letting the weak air current sizle thorugh the space between his fingers. Allowing all the available senses to grasp each and every element present.
”Yes, it all makes sense now...”
”It all makes sense....”
Feeling the wind brush over his upper body, and the moist dirt slide against the bottom of his feet seemed to generate a sort of euphoria. Pushing his rationale further away.
....
Standing here is true fredom!
Feeling the sun rain down on my skin, the wind push my against body, and the earth firmly hold onto me. This....THIS!
”What have I done until now?! I have been playing around with prey this entire time!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! YOUR FLESH WILL BE THE BUILDING BLOCKS FOR MY GROWTH!!!!! I WILL CONSUME YOU ALL!!!!”
It feels like all makes perfect sense now that I have woken up. A sort of unimaginable sense of power is swelling within my mind. Telling me to pulverize and devour everything and everyone who dare stand In my way. Only...
”Quack”
Some sort of strange noise is coming from behind me. The sudden disturbance causes my attention to shift from the current state of mind to the small yellow ball.
Right there, in a small patch of red dirt, laid a cabbage sized duck. It seemed to have been injured on it's left side, but the wound has been sealed by a bunch of boney feathers.
My sudden turn caused it to jerk back in fright. However, even then, the black dots inside its eyes gave of a weak glint. Almost as if recognizing me.
The bird started to waddle in my direction. It's injury was already healed, but it seemed to struggle a little while trying to walk. Could be the talons not getting a proper grip onto the mud.
After a short battle, the duck ended up beside me, and sat next to one of my legs. Gently leaning on the cloth covered shin.
'what the hell is this thing?'
A desire to push it aside emerged in my mind, but was stopped as I felt something wrong.
”No, wait. Haven't I seen you before?”
It seemed as if some part of my memory was covered in a frail barrier. Making me unable to remember where I saw it for the first time.
As I slowly try and force my consciousness through the barrier, a small crack eventually forms. Creating a chain reaction which turns it into dust. Allowing me to touch upon what had been forgotten.
”Yes...Thats right....”
”I have things to do....”
Softly bending over, I scoop the small duck into my embrace. Preparing on going back to the academy.
While rustling away from the my previous spot, I gently touch the storage ring on my finger. Making some small jelly beans and a large robe fly out.
”Lets go, little boy.”
Back in my previous life, there was nothing for me. I stopped considering people other than my family as individuals, and changed my view of them to objects. No matter how many I cracked, nothing close to empathy ever resurfaced.
But then, as I was waiting for judgement.....Someone like me, who does not deserve a chance, gets one. Mabye it's because of how close I am to my parents and siblings that I so strongly wished to go back. Even if only for a moment, I wish to thank them atleast once. Thanking them for not throwing me away, despite being a devil in human form... No matter what I have to do, I was going to do it.
My view of others did not change even after getting here, and I still saw every living creature as an object. The mutations I had were a surprise, but I didn't care as long as I managed to fulfill the task given.
However, then this f*** kid shows up out of nowhere.
He is so incoherently stupid, not capable of analyzing his situation even a little bit, always following his impulses. Even showing care and understanding towards people who spat on his very existence.
I think his name was Marss? I remember when I gave him control. Thinking of ways to use him further down the road if needed. Like having him support all the increasing primal instincts coursing through my brain.
However, no matter how incompetent and weak he was, he reminded me too much of my younger self before changing into the one I am now... And as he was killed off by his self loathing, making me promise to bring his mom back before going off.. I don't know why I said yes.. Seeing someone so similar to my old self just give up like that seemed to make me remember other emotions than detest and hate. Why were we so alike? Did I feel sorry for him? The moment he passed, I regained some type of connection I barely remembered existing. After so many years, I finally linked up to a beautiful sun which I had not seen in many, many years.
Too bad that right after getting this back, I got f*** played by that canibal sh*** Firnell. Finishing that mess, I felt like mabye sharing my feelings with other people wasn't something desirable any longer... Jenkins definitely planned it... Taking away the little amount of joy I could still feel.
However, other than being able to feel, there is something else that has been happening. As I keep getting stronger, the emotions I have seem to pull of in different directions. Like giving me all these weird cravings? I don't know what it is, but it can't be something good.... I'll have to ask Jenkins again...Wish I didn't need to rely on that guy so much.
Thankfully, the walking seems to rearrange my focus. Helping me ignore the weird urges I find myself having. It feels so similar to that time I got temporarily influenced by the [Predatory instinct of the Night Dove]. Wanting to consume... To tear flesh apart with my own teeth...
But now, instead of only a pigeon inside me, I feel what can only be described as an endlessly growing army of relentless beasts, resting deep within my mind. Always ready to jump at me if I ever were to show a sign of weakness that stems from my new emotions. I...I was able to control it before, but when did it get so difficult....
Whenever I slip up, the beasts always charge towards something similar to ball of light resting inside my body. Trying to feast on it. No, corrupt it before I regain control.
It has reached a stage where the once radiant orb has turned into a dying lamp. Continuing to crumble away whenever those things are unleashed.
I feel like I never really cared much for this bulb while still on earth. However, now that it's disappearing before my eyes, I feel a panicking dread flow through my body every second. For as of right of now, I am unable to remember what that weak spark was supposed to be.....
.....
”So glad I dropped that goblin hag off. Tsk, telling me that's not how you gamble. Hell, what do you know?”
A finely covered Jenkins was currently resting inside his dorm room within the academy. Wearing his gambling tuxedo while lying down on the mattress covering a fairly sized wood bed. His surroundings were only barely lit up by a ball sized lamp hanging in the middle of the room. Shining down like dawning sun.
'Wonder when Michael is coming back. It's getting late...'
And as he wished, the entrance door opened itself. Michael's figure slowly entered the room with a sleeping Jingwei tucked in between his arms.
”Speaking of the devil!”
Seeing the elf lying on his bed made Michael smile. Finishing his greeting, he proceeded to place Jingewei next to his incubator, letting him rest on the old desk.
”Didn't you place a two hundred year old corpse on that bed not too long ago...?”
Looking back at Jenkins, he noticed that his feminine amber eyes froze up. They eventually started turning again, he jumped off immediately.
”Y...Yeah. Haha, what a time that was...”
Michael just slightly smiled back at him. Pulling out the chair pressed against his desk and sitting dow..
The atmosphere seemed to have gotten colder as the two men silently eyed each other down.
”You have something between your teeth, Michael.”
'what?'
Michael opened his mouth and brushed his finger over the row of teeth in front. Stopping when he felt a sharp object jammed between the frontal part of his maxillary teeth. (row of teeth in the front of your mouth)
After pulling it out, he saw what the shiny glow it gave off.
”Is that a piece of metal? What the hell did you eat?”
Michael seemed just as confused as Jenkins, and began to stutter.
”I...uh, I don't remember...”
”Who cares really. Bet you chewed down on a fork. For now, we need to talk.”
A sense of urgency was visible in his tone. Making Michael fully concentrate on it. initiating the conversation to begin.
”Go ahead and begin first. I'll start where you finish.”
Jenkins scratched fingers gently through his long blond hair while closing his eyes. Preparing for a good lecture.
”Well, devil kid. We are going to begin the robbery during your banquet. You may think this is a little stupid, but the main problem we would usually face is the army of general and king layer wizards guarding this old castle.”
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Wishing to know more, Michael encouraged him to continue with a soft nod. Letting him continue to speak.
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”Through those cult membes you have enslaved, I have surprisingly gained some good intel.”
”The little party will be held after the school is closed, and all residentials consisting of normal teachers and students will be temporarily sendt back to their clans. Limiting the amount of people who would usually oppose us greatly. I say we are quite lucky, or what do you think, Michael?”
”No answer? Fine. Just listen then. There is also a guest list. It consists of some highly ranked wizards and students who may or may not attend. However, they were going to be trouble anyways, so it doesn't matter.”