LUCAS WYKES' POV:
The professors struggling to stand back up-the very mages that I strove to become-it was clear to me that their lives were in my hands. With my newfound powers, these so-called "elites" were now nothing more than ants to me.
Enhanced cognitive processing capabilities for higher levels of spell casting.
A nearly unlimited pool of mana for me to access and utilize.
Heightened reflexes along with strengthened physical prowess and dexterity.
Even gaining a deviancy in lightning.
The elixir that Draneeve had given me really fulfilled its purpose. Just like he had promised, it truly brought forth my full potential.
It was obvious since early on that I was a gifted mage. However, being outshined by my older brother, Bairon, my accomplishments were never able to satisfy my family's expectations. I had lived my childhood chasing after his insurmountable shadow, but no longer; I felt like I had finally surpassed him.
Easily wiping out the distinguished professors of this academy, it felt like I had actually transcended the realm of mortals, incomparable to even the highest of human, elven, and dwarven mages.
My gaze shifted from Claire to the White dragon wrapped around her. I had read in a book that the dragon race had already gone extinct from being hunted down. I would normally be more taken aback, but at this point, compared to the terrifying intensity emanating from the man floating in the storm cloud, this dragon looked no more threatening than an overgrown common lizard.
... so why was I feeling this way?
This feeling of an icy claw gripping my innards, slowly twisting, slow freezing my insides.
The palpable pressure in the air seemed to make the force of gravity in the vicinity stronger as The storm cloud approached.
Beads of cold sweat began forming, drenching my clothes, as I unknowingly took a step back.
Was I afraid?
That was impossible.
With my newfound powers, I was invincible. I was all-powerful. I was perfect.
"LUCAS!" The Scream exploded from the Clouds Shattering the windows and Cracking the foundations of the building. The atmosphere was deathly silent, as even the senseless mana beasts that Draneeve had been controlling instinctively knew to prostrate in submission.
How, how could a mere sound magic shout cause this much damage to the area when he was so far up in the sky?!
"GET BACK!" The dragon's warbled voice shouted pulling back everyone nearby forcibly.
The clouds shrunk into one point before a Streak of white lightning slammed onto the ground with a deafening crash. I winced back from the shockwave that nearly threw me back.
The ground was covered in frost With alexander at the middle Arcing with lightning.
"You- You Bastard!! This isn't true! You're A Lowly Commoner! You Have No Right To Be A Tri-elemental!!" I Spat, Not Even The Royal family or any Nobles had been a Tri-elemental In the last century!! Yet This Common Dog was One, Bullshit!
Unaffected by my taunts, he wordlessly made his way towards me.
Some of the students had already defeated Draneeve's minions, only a few mana beasts remained on my side. However, they were petrified in fear; whether that was due to Alexander or the dragon, I would never know.
As he got closer, it dawned on me...
He wasn't even looking at me. His gaze had never been directed at me!
My feet stayed glued to the ground, stunned, as he simply strode Up to the Dragon, ignoring me and everyone else here.
How dare he!
I could easily crush him right now; he should be pleading, begging for me to spare him and his friends.
But instead, he had the audacity to treat me like air?
My clenched fists turned white.
Passing by everyone else he knew, disregarding his dying or dead peers or friends, Alexander kneeled down in front of the Disciplinary committee President. His dragon craned its neck down towards her as well, and for that long breath of a moment, there was only silence.
Knowing exactly what to do, my lips curled up into a smirk. Let's see him ignore this.
"She was crying for you, you know," I taunted.
No reaction.
"Oh sure, she stayed strong at first. It made it all the more satisfying seeing her break down as she watched me kill the students," I chuckled.
His shoulders twitched a bit.
His dragon looked back at me, its eyes piercing me with a ferocity that might've frightened me before.
"You see, I wanted to play with your little red-haired princess more, but an idea struck me-what better way to break you than have you lay helplessly on the ground as you watch me cripple the girl you care for so much?" My laugh echoed throughout the academy as everyone else watched, unable to even muster up the courage to utter a word.
The dragon let out a grunt and looked like it was about to charge at me when it abruptly froze.
My face twitched in rage as Alexander continued to wordlessly cling onto his little lover. He still chose to ignore me?
"Alexander Shard! You dare ignore me?" I roared. "You think you're so much better than me? Let's see you go easy on me now! I'll break every bone in your body so you can only cry helplessly as I desecrate Claire right-"
My words got caught in my throat as the ground abruptly splintered and crumpled underneath Alexander like a sheet of paper, making me stumble.
I regained my balance and looked back up at Alexander, whose back was still facing me as he gently laid his princess back on the ground. His head slowly turned as those piercing red eyes looked back at me over his shoulder. All of a sudden, I was hit with the same sensation as earlier- the frigid, emotionless grip of a demon, twisting at my insides, wringing the air out of my lungs.
As if the wind had been knocked out of me, air escaped my throat as choppy and shallow gasps.
Unable to compose myself, I looked down at my hands to see that they were trembling.
I realized it wasn't just my hands but my whole body shuddered uncontrollably from the very core.
What was happening to my body? Why was I reacting this way towards some boy my age? It should be impossible for him to be stronger than me, yet... what was this sense of-
He turned around.
I would never have thought that something as simple as eye contact could be so terrifying until his Glowing red eyes, sharp as a knife, met mine, and the remaining air in my lungs was sucked out by magic.
Clawing at my throat for a breath when suddenly I realized what I had been feeling the entire time, the word to describe the emotions I couldn't grasp...
No! I refuse to admit this!
I ignored the inaudible scream of protest deep in my mind that was begging me to flee, to escape in the opposite direction from him.
Finally, I was able to draw a breath as if only allowed by him.
"Oh, am I finally worthy of your attention?" I spat out mockingly, struggling to keep my voice from shaking.
"Your death will Not be painless," His cold, emotionless eyes, empty and frozen, never broke contact with mine as a tangible bloodlust gripped at my remaining limbs like shackles.
He was comparing me to a bug. No, he truly saw me as a speck of dust. Yet any words of rebuttal or protest refused to leave my mouth.
Why...
It wasn't supposed to be like this. My powers should now be greater than his. So why was this happening? How could a boy my age frighten me more than Draneeve? How many legions of men and beasts did he have to murder in order to possess such suffocating, oppressive killing intent?
And Why did it Feel like that Dammed masked bastard Felwinter!?
Even the very Air seemed terrified of him as it visibly rushed away from him.
My heart pounded harder and harder against my ribcage as if it wanted to break out and escape. My vision blurred as cold beads of sweat rolled down from my forehead into my eyes.
Tearing my gaze away from Alexander, I focused on Claire. The dragon had curled up protectively around the Whore, leaving me no opening to make use of her.
Silently, as Alexander advanced closer, I saw it. In his eyes was a raging tempest, so hungry to create mayhem, just barely contained.
But I was Lucas Wykes, second-born of Otis Vayhur Wykes! Elite mages of Xyrus Academy had been brought to their knees by my overwhelming strength. Alexander was nothing but a lowly peasant-his only luck was being born with a decent talent for magic!
My mind snapped into a state of desperation and frenzy as I fought down the burning desire to run. Him, scare me? Never. I would rather die than plead for my life.
Alexander Shard POV:
Claire was okay...
Bruises and scrapes were visible on her smooth, pale skin. Thankfully they were only surface wounds. The lightning magic that hit her leg were easily healable with soulfire as well.
She was okay.
Thank Boreas that she was unconscious still...
Yes, this was better. That way, she wouldn't have to be awake for all of this...
She wouldn't have to witness what I was about to do.
Zephyr, protect Claire. He's Mine, I reassured my bond.
This was my fault. I was a fool for letting Lucas live this long. I Should have stayed with Claire and not hunted down a thousand of the mana beasts.
My head continued to pound with a primal rage as I walked towards Lucas.
Nothing else mattered. Not now. Not until I Eradicated him.
"S-Stay back!" Lucas stammered, a crazed look visible in his eyes.
He prepared a spell as he retreated. I wonder if he'd realized that his spells were in fact eating away at his lifeforce. It didn't matter; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of living long enough for him to kill himself.
[Hell's Rain]
He released his spell, dozens of flaming orbs scattering and floating around, growing increasingly larger.
He continued to grin madly as his body visibly withered at the burden of the spell. The red flaming spheres turned blue as he further refined his magic.
"By the look on your face, it seems you don't know what's about to happen. Do you think you could come out of this alive?" Lucas hissed, drooling from the side of his mouth.
"Die!" he spat, releasing his spell.
The dozens of flaming blue orbs, each capable of burning down a building, shot towards me like cannonballs.
I extended my arm up in a fluid movement my palm facing the numerous fireballs hurtling towards me, I flicked my wrist down as I spoke as my voice twisted into the same I used as Felwinter from the sheer mana infused into me "Fall."
The Air distorted from the mass downforce of air extinguishing the fire, Lucas caught in the radius collapsed to his knees barely supporting himself with his arms.
He gazed shakily up at me wide-eyed his eye drifting from my feet to the mask in my hand to me looking down at him the disgust in my eyes reflecting to him the shit stain I saw him as.
I breathed out a solid white cloud that frosted the ground.
[Storm soul]
The surge of mana that had been rampaging around me got sucked up and compressed into my body as the feeling of insurmountable power surged through me as my runes erupted from my core spreading over my body and shredded my uniform's robe to ribbons. But my will this time felt different, more powerful. The sense of superiority over everything, living or not, in this universe, came back stronger than before I was barely able to withstand the urge to level the entire school.
the skin on my arms hardening into scales as spikes of Ice bore through my elbows. My hair pulled back from being dragged out of the way of my vision by my horns sprouting from my temples.
My vision shifted into monochrome, the only colors I could register being the particles of mana.
"H-How is that p-possible? N-No, it wasn't supposed to be like this. How are you here!!" he babbled as if he had just seen a ghost.
Unrelentless, Lucas began chanting another spell, which surprisingly, by the amount of mana gathered in his right hand, was more powerful than the one prior.
"CREATION FORM!"
[Infernal Lance]
It was a type of spell I'd never seen before. As mana congregated, it manifested into a flaming blue partisan spear. What amazed me was that the mana particles hadn't simply formed the shape of a spear, but instead seemed to have transmuted into an actual burning spear.
"I hope you survive this one too. That way, you can watch as I make your precious princess kiss my feet!" he jeered, launching the flaming spear.
I shot out a condensed bolt of electricity with my right hand while catching the shaft of Lucas' spear with my left consuming it with Soulfire as it faded from existence.
"Gahhh!" Lucas' shrill howl pierced through my ears. "My arm! It hurts! My arm!" he screamed.
I continued walking towards Lucas who was still pawing at his shoulder on the arm that was cut of at the elbow previously by Tess.
My left hand was still enveloped by soulfire as I approached him.
I was less than a foot away from Lucas as he continued to back away from me. " You said you were going to desecrate Claire? MY FIANCEE!"I recited through gritted teeth.
"This... this isn't fair! Fire magic? You're a q-quadra-elemental..." Lucas' voice trailed off as he stared in disbelief, his lips trembling as he noticed my lightning-clad arm.
"dual elemental with a few tricks, but That's more than enough to make you suffer for eternity." I smiled the purest heartwarming smile at him.
Lucas' bloodcurdling scream tore through the air as I gripped his remaining arm. The flame surrounding my left hand began to spread, slowly incinerating his arm down to the very molecules.
Tightening my grip, his arm scattered like ash as Lucas stared at the crumbling dust of what used to be his left arm.
"N-No... How dare you! I'm Lucas Wykes!" he spat out as fell weakly on his behind, his legs pushing away from me.
Kicking him to his back, he gave me a venomous glare, any trace of sanity gone. Placing my foot on his right leg, I pinned him down.
He wasn't a human anymore. Not at this point, So there was no need to feel guilty torturing "it" as it wasn't human.
"Oh I know who you are, You're a failure to your family and they agree with me," I said gleefully as I gestured to the sound magic illusions of his family, they insulted and berated him using the depths of his subconscious worst nightmares to fuel their venom filled words.
"You're a mistake!"
"I Should have never Given Birth to you!"
"We spent money on your slave mother to get a prodigy, Not this subhuman failure."
"Your a disgrace to fire magic, Lucas! get out of my sight your not my son, you were never born!, you never had the name Wykes!"
"ooh, your fathers got a whip for a tongue!" I whistled listening to the insults as Lucas curled up and shook like an abused puppy.
"AW I cant have My toy breaking when I'm only starting to have fun now can I?" I dripped poison corrosive poison onto his chest.
"GAHHHHH!"
Lucas spat out a mouthful of blood, his Skin melting away, the fat underneath liquefying As i pulled the muscle from his chest with my claws.
'AGHHHHHH!!" Lucas's voice lashed out sounding like his vocal cords were tearing from his shrieks.
"That looks like it hurt! let me help you." I smiled like Aya as he looked at me with only rage and fear.
Placing my still acid-coated hand onto his exposed ribs I tore one out, punched, and Clawed his liver before ripping it out and force-feeding it to him.
" you got to eat something or else you won't last long enough." I joked knowing Id keep him alive by force.
"FUCK YOU!!!" you screamed as he gargled his blood.
I cut open his stomach with a wind blade and shoved his minced liver into the cavity sloshing his stomach acid and last meal all over his internal organs. placing his torn-off muscles back on his ribs and healing it back to new with soul fire.
"GAHH IT BURNS!! IT BURNSS!!" Lucas screamed with tears filling his eyes as he watch in horror at me healing his wounds. combined with my acid and his stomach acid eating him from the inside out.
Placing my hand on his head I infused his head with lightning mana forcing the spell [Thunderclap Impulse] onto him forcefully.
his body convulsed in inhuman ways like a monster as his muscles tore off his skeleton from his erratic contractions. I retracted my mana from him as his body tried to scream but had no air, forcing air into his lungs so he could breathe he whimpered.
"P- please, please no more! I beg you I'll do anything you want just let me go or kill me. PLEASE!!" His eyes flooded with tears as his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Now why would I do that? If I remember correctly you betrayed me, Killed professors and students, Committed high treason, And worst of all you hurt My Girl." I said in a slow even soft tone as if singing a lullaby.
touching a finger to his head I bombarded his brain, eyes, and ears with sound magic causing 13 different migraines all of which were limited to strength to not cause him to die.
"Aughhhh! My Head! it's Splitting open!!" he wailed like a banshee.
"Hello, can you still hear me!" I tested his hearing.
"Kill Me! Please!"
"Ha! No." I slapped him across the face.
hovering my hand over his crotch I prepared a swarm of wind blades just strong enough to cut a bit into his skin.
"W-What are you doing?" His voice was soaked with fear.
I looked him dead in the eye and responded with what only seemed appropriate, "practicing my skill as a barber.
I blasted a swarm of wind blades at his gentles slashing the entire thing, every wrinkle, every fold, every spot of skin was cut off leaving the muscles and his family jewels raw and exposed to the elements and biting cold I was emitting.
His mouth foamed red from his saliva and blood from his tongue.
"I still have two people to introduce you to, I can't have you die yet~," I said grinning ear to ear as I healed his body and severed his tongue with soulfire and stopped his bleeding by cauterizing them with lightning.
"Let ME DIEEEEE!!" He whimpered.
"Ok Just in a second," I smirked as I floated over a mana beast and pointed it towards his still unhealed genitals.
The wolf bit down on them making a squishing noise as Lucas was convulsed by reflex folding towards me.
I stomped down on the mana beast's head flattening whatever remained of his manhood in its mouth along with Lucas's pelvis.
Placing my hand on Lucas's head I prayed as I evoked the power of my blessing and stasis.
"Boreas my lord and God I offer thee this poor misguided soul. Correct his foul soul and ways in an infinite loop of suffering and death at your hands, I beseech thee grant me this man's suffering for eternity." I said with joyous pride and devotion worthy of the most devoted of saints.
Looking up I saw the cloud of whirling galaxies of my stasis power form into a specter of Boreas.
"Been a while since I had a sacrifice and a new practice doll for my power, I thank you dearly Alexander Shard My chosen Champion, and Warrior priest." Boreas beamed a genuine smile for once.
His hand reached out to the near-death Lucas and tore what looked to be a ghost of Lucas or more accurately his soul.
"Wha! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!!!" Lucas's soul screeched as Boreas tore Lucas's head off only for his head to reappear and scream an inhuman chain of profanities and ineligible cries.
"Remember Lucas, This Is what you get For hurting my Fiancé." I waved Boreas off, as I and Boreas laughed at him. And with that, they disappeared Lucas cursed to die over and over at Boreas hand as much as he wanted, as fast or slow as he wanted.
Looking up smiling satisfied in my work I saw the other students watching me including the barely conscious Elijah, A pale-faced Theo, And Arthur who had just arrived to see me sacrifice Lucas to Boreas While Drenched In his blood from my little 'Operation'.
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