Hey everyone, well this is my first time writing a story ever but this idea has been stuck in my head for a while.
Updates for this story will erratic but I will try to update as often as possible.
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Any advice will also be welcome and feel free to tell me about any grammar or spelling mistakes.
Ah Also Disclaimer I don't own Magi Labyrinth of Magic or its characters, I however do own Sindra my OC though. Also the story will follow the timeline but will be different and at a certain point deviate completely.
Well enjoy the first chapter.
"YOU BASTARDS!" The pain is agonizing but Sindra supposed that's to be expected when your body is being torn apart, your soul being pulled from your flesh. They had betrayed him, his priests, his dearest friends, the mortal people he trusted with everything he had and not only that his beloved had betrayed him as well. His heart hurt most of all though, the pain of having his beloved betray him like this was more painful then the pain currently being inflicted upon his flesh.
"Why, Why are you doing this, ARRRGGGHHH!" Another jolt of pain shot through Sindra like lightning. He heard a wet sicking squelch and looked to see they had pulled off his left arm, now held in hands of his once high priest.
"For power of course, dear Sindra, for power." chuckling madly he tosses Sindra's arm on to an alter. The alter covered in runes emanates a dark power, it pulses the moment the arm touches the table. The other priests stand around magic circle, chanting a spell to keep him trapped and helpless laying on his stomach on the ground while they tear him apart.
"How will doing this give, UGHH, you power, how does tearing my body apart and extracting my soul, ARAAGHH, GIVE YOU POWER!" Sindra takes a shuddering breath in and exhales, his chest is heavy and the weigh makes breathing difficult. They've torn off his legs during his last sentence, he never notice the pain overwhelming all of his senses.
"It's simple Sindra, we're going to harvest your power from the pieces of your body, you see we've divided your body into ten parts." The High Priest pause as he gestures the limb on the alter. "Your legs and arms, that's four pieces, your eyes count as three, one pair for each piece, that totals it to seven." He pauses again, this time walking up to Sindra. He stares for a few moment watching while Sindra pants and wheezes, struggling to breath. He stretches out his hand and caresses Sindra's face before he digs his fingers into one of Sindra's six eyes and rips out his eye, a sick grin adorning his face as he watches Sindra scream and wail. He proceeds to pull out the rest of Sindra's eyes, leaving him blind. " Your head will bring the count up to eight and the rest of your body to nine, well I'm sure you want to know what ten is don't you, well I won't keep you waiting, but I think it'll be more appropriate if your beloved tells you this one, it'll be ironic you often claim that you had give him this part of." He laughs manically.
Unseen to Sindra a young man walks up to him and kneels down to whats left of him. "Hello Sindra, I'd ask how your feeling but I think that's pretty obvious." The young man chuckles as he grabs Sindra's head in his hands so he can look at his empty eye sockets.
"Why, did I not love you enough, I gave you everything you ever wanted, why, WHY was that not enough, I gave you my everything." Panting heavily Sindra stuggles to understand why his beloved had done this to him. He then screams in pained surprise as his remaining arm is ripped off his body, though he is unsure of who did though." ARRAAAAGGGHH." Panting he tries to recollect himself. " Did, did you ever love me back, was the whole thing a farce to get close to me, was this what you wanted!" Anger surges through his body, numbing the pain as he waits for his beloved, no not beloved, a monster, only a monster could of done such a thing for power, to answer.
"HAHAHAHAHA, who would of though that such a powerful god could be so foolish, of course I never loved you, though I must admit I really loved the things you would do to please me, I loved watching you squirm underneath me as i fucked you into the bed, how you sucked my cock like a cheap whore, anything to please me, HA such a slut." The monster before Sindra laughs again before shoves Sindra onto his back and then proceeds to plunge his into his chest." I will however be taking what you promised to me though, do you remember you promised me your heart, don't worry though I'll make sure to put it to good use." Laughing the monster rises to his feet watching as Sindra chokes on the blood rising up his throat knowing that such a thing won't kill him, cause him pain but not kill him. Walking to the alter he places the heart on it before return to his place in the circle preparing himself for the last part of the ritual.
"It's almost time for the end of the ritual Sindra all thats left is to remove your head and place your body on the alter, we'll then extract your soul from what remains of you and seal you away into this enchanted box, after that we'll proceed to turn your body parts into wearable artifacts from which we'll be able to uses as much of your power as we please and then we will be the new gods around here, everyone will have to worship us, shower us in gold, sliver and women." As the High Priest tells Sindra of his plan he approaches his body wielding a woodcutters axe. Walking through the large puddle of blood he reaches the body, heaving the axe over his head he brings it down severing Sindra's head from his body, blood splashing everywhere. Letting go of the axe he picks up the body and places it on the alter. Walking to the edge of the circle he assumes a spot on the edge and begins the end to the ritual, the sealing of Sindra's soul.
Violent anger continues to surge through Sindra, and incomparable rage as he feels them pull his soul from his head. Idiots he thinks if they think they'll get away with this then they have another thing coming, if they think they'll obtain power from his body parts their wrong its not his body that contains his power it's his soul, the part their planning on throwing away. He will get the last laugh, a plan already thought up while he cannot free himself from this ritual nor use his powers to stop them, he can however form bonds from his soul to his body forever having a link to his body parts,no they'll be artifacts after their done with them, so when someone eventually finds one of the artifacts he should be able to speak with them through the connection and then convince them to assist him in retrieving his artifacts so that he can be free once more, he'll also attach a small piece of his power to each artifact to aid them on this quest, he'll be sure to reward them for their aid once he's been restored. He's not to worried about those bastards obtaining any power from the artifacts either though if doesn't want them to access that power they won't be able to the, same will happen with any one who wants to use his power for themselves. Just as he finishes forming the last bond himself to his body parts his soul is pulled from the last piece of his mortal form.
"Goodbye Sindra, this is the last we will see of you, in fact this is the last anyone will see of you for the rest of eternity." Laughing the Head priest finishes the ritual and Sindra can feel himself being pulled into the box.
"HAHAHAHA such fool you all are, you think this is the end, well I'll tell you now you are wrong." Sindra pulses his power and laughs at the fear on the faces of the monsters who wear mortal skin, most probably thinking that he had no power left. " I am far older then any of you and with age comes wisdom, this will not be the last anyone will see me, and no matter how many years it takes for me to return, it is certain that I will, you best hope your not around when I do for I will make you regret betraying me, HAHAHAHA, after all you know what they say, an eye for an eye, an arm and a leg." Letting loose a fearsome roar and a massive pulse of power the ritual ends and Sindra is sealed in the box, where he will slumber not to be heard from or seen for 100,000 years, where after which he will be awakened by a small yellowed haired boy.
Well I think that turned out well, let me know what you think.
I think my paragraphs are to big, be sure to let me know if they are, anyway I hope you enjoy my story.
Thanks for reading, bye
