-Planet: earth -Year: 2021 -Location: [REDACTED], -POV: Anon
"Understood, I'll make sure to prepare the documents until tomorrow, no, no don't worry I got this, yes, I will deal with that once I reach the city sir, alright I'll try to hurry sir" Anon was speaking to his superior on phone, he is currently driving to his job, he lived in a secluded few kilometers outside the city within the forest.
Some may find the idea of living alone in a forest scary, but it's not like Anon had a choice, his job required him to move out from his town to a bigger city, and that house is the only thing he could find for now.
The morning fog around him was unusually thick as if an eldritch monster from a Lovecraftian story is about to devour his car, morning fog isn't unusual in this part of the country but at this level, it's impossible to see further than 5 meters. However it didn't reduce his speed, today was a special day and he can't afford late, he have an interview for a promotion, and being late for an interview isn't the best first impression.
That is the last thing Anon remembered, the memories from before are bluer, the only thing he can remember is a man in a robe in the middle of the road and the rest is... empty, as of someone have erased part of his memory.
Anon woke up in the middle of a plain, 'I'm pretty sure I was in a forest before' Anon thought to himself
His head was screaming in pain as if someone has hit him with a metal pipe, he looked around in confusion, he was not where he once was and didn't see his car anywhere near him, there is no sigh of a crash, 'I'm literally somewhere different altogether'
Anon observed the area around him, a field filled with crops which he didn't recognize, He brought up his hands to clean his face from the dirt, that was when he realized his cloth where different, he was wearing a sweater and black jeans before but now he is wearing something akin to a robe that reaches to his knees, it was mostly golden colored with some red strips here and there, and a red-colored hood adorned the back of his head, he then looked further down, only to see his pants which matched his clothing.
'Fucking great! now I look like a discounted French soldier from WW1' he thought to himself, for some reason, his emotions were hard to control as if they were amplified tenfold.
He was mostly confused about his situation and angry because someone had changed his outfit while he was unconscious, he was also a little bit scared.
'I don't know where the hell I am and I don't think my phone would have a signal from here... wait a minute... where is my phone?!' Anon thought to himself.
Anon look around to see if he could find anything useful, He had a very old looking bag with some food, water, and mostly books inside, a staff, and a metallic silver mask that is laying on the ground around him.
'Well, damn!' whoever dragged him here had taken everything and left him with some trash, also, because of this, he was late for his job interview, 'fantastic!' Anon muttered to himself, he took the staff and put the mask in the bag and started to look around to see if he can find anything.
'Seems like I'm in a farmland, don't know where exactly, as far as I remember there wasn't any farmland where I lived, most of our food was imported from other provinces, also I lived in a forest within a mountain range, not a plain' Anon observed his surroundings and took note of the details in his mind. He then moved to look from the top of a small hill to have a better look, he saw something like a house few kilometers away.
'At least there is someone to tell me where the hell am I' he said to himself and started moving towards the house
He has been walking since 30 minutes ago, the farmland around him seemed like it was a forest before, and has been through terraforming by the locals, doing so will damage the ecosystem but the resulting soil would be very rich and excellent for farming but also illegal meaning he should not mention it to the house owner since he didn't want to pick a fight with someone, not when he has no idea where he was.
A few minutes in, he started to get closer to the house, the house looks weird, with no electricity pole, no pumping system, and the house seemed... medieval-like, though it wasn't an uncommon sight in the rural areas of his country.
'So I got dragged/kidnapped to countryside huh?' he muttered to himself
Surprisingly he felt calm now, just half an hour ago, he felt such surge of emotions that was unusual to him, normally he was a calm man, always using logic and reasoning to control his emotions, that is how he managed to get his current occupation because he was not a man to break under stress, perhaps it was his military training that helped him?
Anon got close to the house door, the house itself is on a small hill that allows you to see most of the field. He knocks on the door and waits for a few moments before the sound of footsteps came from inside, the door opened to reveal a little boy standing behind the door frame, he looks small maybe 7-8 years old, the boy seems normal but his clothing is weird, he is wearing a white tunic and leather pants and looks like a peasant from Lord of the rings.
"H-hello how can I help you sir?" the boys said, he seems nervous.
"Sorry little guy, you see I have been lost here and I don't know where I am" Anon said trying not to look intimidating, "I lost my phone so I can't call anyone, can I use yours? is your parents home?" Anon hoped he didn't look like a robber with these ridiculous outfits.
'Seriously if find the bastard who robbed me while I was unconscious I'm going to beat the shit out of him, for god's sake I look like that Balthasar gelt guy from Warhammer fantasy' Anon thought to himself
"Phone?" said the boy looking confused "Sorry sir, we are not mages, we don't have any magical artifacts like that" said the boy, he paused for a moment then points her finger towards large fences "My father is there feeding the grox, he might know where you can find one" said the boy and immediately shut the door
'Wait...magical stuff? is he role-playing a game? well that was weird, I swear kids these days' Anon thought to himself as he starts walking towards the direction the boy gave him, 'It's better if I talked to adults than over imaginative kids'
A few minutes later Anon reached where the boy's father was, then, he saw it, the man was herding lizard-like animals. Anon closed his eyes and rubbed them to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, unfortunately for him it was real, the man is herding lizards almost tripe the size of a normal human, 5ish meters in length and around 2ish meters in height.
"Alright CALM DOWN! I'm sure it's just a type of Crocodiles you haven't seen, yes it must be! just a giant Crocodile nothing more!" Anon said as he tried to keep himself in reality But no matter how much he wished to deny the truth, he couldn't, that thing is not a Crocodile, crocodiles don't have horns, this unholy combination of a camel, a bull, and a lizard that these people use as a livestocks is nothing short of a creature from hell, perhaps they are satan's personal pets
It took a few minutes for him to calm down. Anon decided not to talk to the man right now and sat under a tree on the edge of the farmland, then the questions started to pop up.
Where the hell am I? and what are those creatures? it's too real for it to be a cosplay for a movie, there are no signs of advanced civilization, am I on some sort of isolated island on earth? no that can't be true, if there were any islands like that people would know... wait, the last thing I remember before I came was that of a crash, am I dead? did I die and reborn into a new world?
All these questions passed through his mind, for most, he had no answer.
Anon was not a religious person, he had lost his faith a long time ago, the idea of God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, or reincarnation, all of them was lost to him. For him, these ideas were against his principles of reason and logic, yet, here he was, reincarnated to another world after death, though he didn't wish to believe in such nonsense, he had no other choice. Such things were against his principles but so was the denial of truth.
"I guess this is what happens when you drive fast" Anon joked
'I wonder if I was truly reborn into another world, what type of world this is? from what I have seen so far I think it's a medieval fantasy world and I have born into a body of a mage or an alchemist (I think), if that is the case then it explains my weird clothing and the staff I had when I came here' Anon tried to explain his situation to best of his abilities
It took a few minutes for him to calm down his emotions and gather his though, confusion helps no one.
'If I'm reborn in another world then I need to find a way to survive in this new reality, just like how we were taught in the army, adapt, improvise, overcome, or something like that I didn't pay attention during the lectures, I was there to shoot' Anon gave himself a newfound vigor
He walked towards the man, as he put those hellish "livestocks" into an iron fence that separated each of them from each other, as he got closer to him he noticed Anon.
"Hail friend" the man shouted waving his hands in the air, a few moments later Anon was facing the man up close, he was a middle-aged man maybe 30-40 years old, there was a scare on his face, like the scares cats make but FAR bigger like that of a tiger.
"Hail stranger, how can I help you?" asked the man looking Anon in the face, he pause for a moment as if he recognizing Anon, then he continued "Aren't you the man who lived in that cabin? the one in the woods?" the man asked
'Good, I have a home' Anon thought to himself "Yes that's me" Anon said, trying his best not to sound suspicious
"And what is that you need friend? I have seen you a lot but never seen you speak or without your mask" the man said
'Is he is curious as to why I decided to talk with him? according to what he says so far I have been born into the body of a hermit, I guess that isn't so different from my original life' Anon evaluated the situation in his mind "Yes, I do apologize for ignoring you friend, I had personal reasons not to" Anon said trying to sound polite, if he had the knowledge of his new body, that wouldn't be a problem, though he could definitely act like a hermit because he is one "You see, I am lost here and don't know where my house is, if you would direct me towards it, I would be grateful"
"Wait, you have l forgotten where your own house is?" said the man looking confused
"It might sound weird but it is true, I accidentally took a different path while I was traveling" Anon explained, he tried to bullshit his way out
"So things like that happen huh?" the man said, "Well I haven't been to your house but I think it's that way" the man points towards the forest next to the farmland, "You always come and go from there, that's all I know, unfortunately" the man makes an apologetic sound
"Thanks man, your help is appreciated," Anon said
"Glad to of help friend, you can call me Malos, I am the owner of this farmland and the grox farm"
"My name is Anon" Anon introduced himself "say Malos those things you call 'Grox', why do you raise them?" he asked curiosity getting ahead of him
"I thought a nobleman like you would know that friend Anon" said the Malos
"Noblemen? what gave you that ideas?"
"The way you dress and your pale face"
"In what way?"
"Well, common folk don't dress with such fine silks" said Malos, this causes Anon to look at his own attire, they were indeed comfortable "I sell grox meat to nobles, and most of them dress in silk" Malos explained
"Well that explains a lot" Anon said "Now, I wish to talk but time is getting dark and its better if I return to my cabin sooner"
"Oh, glad to be of help anon, safe journeys to you"
Anon smiled and waved his hand as he started to walk toward his(previous owner of the body) home.
-Planet: Unknown -Year: Unknown -Location: Cabin in the woods -POV: Anon
It took a few hours of navigation to find his house(new house), he almost lost his way but he found it in the end, the cabin looks like it's made out of stone with wooden support beams in the sides, all around the house is protected by a wooden fence, right next to the house is something that looks like a meat dryer, basically a survivalist wooden meat dryer on top of a fire, also there seems to be a well for drinkable water, at least it's good to know that he won't be starving any time soon.
Anon opened the door to the cabin and turned on the lights... wait there are no lights!
'Looks like I need to deal with my "modern expectations" or else I won't survive long enough' Anon muttered to himself as he look for anything to light the house, there are a few candles around the house and a fireplace under the chimney. Anon took a torch from the wall and use the fire under the meat dryer outside, to light it.
After his lighting problem was dealt with he started exploring the house 'I have to say its really exciting to see a real medieval house like this in person, looks just like the houses in kingdom come' Anon thought to himself, the house has a bedroom, storage room, and a basement, this house is like an outhouse compare to his previous house but at least he has a roof on his head.
After he finish looking around Anon decided to look to see what is in the basement, Anon went down the ladder with his torch and lit the candles in the basement, the basement is filled with books and weird stuff like weird stones, crystals, and powders, and things he couldn't identify, it appears that the person who owned it before was an alchemist or something like that.
Anon read through the books that are neatly placed on the shelves, you can look at it realize how much the owner of these books took care of them, all of them are in good condition and perfectly readable.
'The guy like his books huh?' Anon muttered and picked a book from the shelf, the cover is blue-colored leather, then he started to read it, "How to shield your soul from Daemons? What is this?" he look through the pages again "The dangers of the sea of souls" "Reading the thought of another person" "How to manifest the gifts" "Discipline, the most important tool in order to use your gift" "Soul stone and the ability to prevent demonic corruption"
"What are these titles? was this guy a mage or something? now that I live in this guy's body am I a mage too? and what does this daemon and corruption mean? am I going to lose my soul if I don't read this book?"
as Anon was reading the book, he heard the sound of his stomach, "That reminds me, I hadn't eaten anything since I came here" Anon talk to himself, Anon put the book in its place and started his search for food, fortunately, there were lots of food in the storage room enough to feed 3 people for a whole year.
The robed man pick up some ingredients and a bowl to make something on the fire, since he was not very good at cooking, a terrible soup is all he can make, as his poor excuse of a soup was cooking, he remembered the books in his bag and decided to see what it is about.
In his bag, there was one book with a charcoal-colored leather cover, some dried meat a good food to take when your traveling since it doesn't spoil for long time, a small leather water container, a crude pencil (by modern standards), a metallic mask that he found when he woke up here, it is a silver-colored mask with a face carved on it made with a metal which Anon didn't recognize, and a small amount of coin, silver, and gold. For some reason, the book gave him a weird feeling when he touch it but something like that wasn't going to stop Anon from reading it, after all, no one can stop a nerd from reading a potentially magical book, He opened the book and start turning the pages to find something interesting.
{Today is the day, after 300 years of researching I have finally found a way to remove the curse of the neverborn, but it is not as simple as I thought it would be, the curse is impossible to remove from my body, I have even tried to destroy my eternal soul so that I may give myself true death, but in the end my efforts were futile, I do not wish to live anymore after damning the soul of my dear ones for all of eternity, I have asked the same question for last 3 centuries, was it worth it? was immortality worth all the souls I damned?}
My stomach makes a sound, "DAMIT stomach the story was about to get good" Anon complained out loud, he filled his bowl with the "Soup" (more like poison) and read while eating, 'damn this taste like turn' he thought to himself
{The cries of my children have been echoing through my mind for last centuries, everywhere I look I see the faces of the victims of my perverted greed, I have seen the same nightmares for hundreds of years now, hundreds of years which I search for a way to break the curse and finally my efforts going to bear fruits! I can feel 'hope' a feeling haven't had in a long time, just a few more days then I'm free of my curse... just a few days} the page ends and I look at the next page {The ritual is almost complete, I may be cursed with perpetual hood and I don't have the ability to take my own life, but if my studies are correct about other worlds I might be able to take advantage of it and transfer my consensuses to another body, a body which is not cursed, a body that allows me to die, but in order to do that I would have to make a final sacrifice... a poor soul from another world must take my place, doing this is crushing my heart for I don't wish to damn another soul.}
{Perhaps that person can enjoy the fruits of my labor, to all that is holy I wish that is the case, just so tha...} the rest of the pages have been damaged, it unreadable.
"What the..., did this wizard summon me here to take his 'curse'? and he said he lived for 300 years? he is a human right?" Anon questioned, he moved to look to his own face in the mirror of his new bedroom, "Well I look like a normal human" round ears, two eyes one nose, and even his looks aren't that impressive, Anon was average looking at most, he looked like a 20-year-old and definitely not a 300-year-old wizard "Doesn't look like a face of an immortal"
"Nope, this is a prank, there is no way that is the case" Anon said as his eyes drifted towards the knife on the table and he made one the stupidest decision possible "Well might as well test if it's true or not" he said as he picks up the knife and gets ready to cut his left hand, "I'm really stupid for believing this... well here goes nothing" Anon said as he cut small parts of his left hand's pawn with the knife, "OH FUCK!" Anon shouted, "this better be true cause it hurts!"
He observes his bleeding wound, it's not healing... "Guess this was expected" Anon said as he covered his wound with a piece of cloth
The rest of the day goes uneventful, Anon's exhaustion takes hold of his body as he collapses onto his bed, the bed was terrible. He starts a new strain of thoughts, 'Duran' as he introduced himself in the journal, was the previous owner of his body, from what he learned so far, he was a sorcerer. Duran was filled with guilt so much so that he wished to die, that was the thing that turned his blessing of immortality into a curse, as to the cause of the guilt, it was unknown, the only thing Anon knew from Duran's writing said something about "Loss of Duran's loved ones".
Anon's eye's closed as the full extent of his exhaustion revealed itself. Anon woke up in the morning with a headache, and back pain, the bed is terrible as excepted, To be honest.
"Well the only left, is to make sure I'm self-sufficient and have enough things to maintain my life" Anon said with a yawn "food check, clean water check, firewood I have enough for a few weeks then I have the entire forest around me, 'candles' they are not essential but they help. The only thing I should worry about is money and medicine since I don't want to die because of infection especially infection from my hand wound. Oh, my hand-wound!" Anon facepalmed, He almost forget about his stupid wound he gave to himself, he was truly an idiot for doing that, 'I should at least disinfect it with alcohol'
He started looking around the storage room for some alcohol, since Duran was some kind of crazy alchemist which he assumed it was, considering the weird stuff in the basement, Anon was sure he had some alcohol bottles lying around. It took some time but he found quite a few alcohol bottles and two barrels full of wine! 'THE HELL DURAN! why do you have so much wine?!' Anon questioned
"You know what? I shouldn't be surprised by something like this anymore, I mean do you expect anything else from a weird alchemist living in the forest all alone?" Anon was curious as to why people haven't burned him for witchcraft or something, considering how he looked "A weird masked man who doesn't talk with anyone and lives in a forest alone" that alone can put someone on stakes in medieval times.
Anon opened one of the medical alcohol bottles, he knew this because of the warning written on the bottles, the smell hits his nose "Damn! I could go blind if I drink this!" Anon said as he unwrapped his cloth bandage. His eyes widen as he removed the bandage, his wound is gone! no matter what he does, the wound shouldn't heal this fast! Anon looked at his hand in confusion then he remembered the journal "he wasn't lying?"
Anon collapsed on a chair nearby and started processing the revelation 'the guy was really an immortal wasn't he? He said he lived for 300 years'
Anon sat there for some time and contemplate about everything in confusion, after all, no amount of military training can make you ready for this 'I have read quite a few novels where a loser is thrown into a world with magic power and such, But I'm not a loser! I mean I wasn't in the top 1% but nor was I a loser, I had a decent job and a house, not that I'm complaining! after all, I like the idea of living forever since I'm a fucking coward who is afraid of death but still, maybe Duran choose me because I liked being immortal? if so how did he know? perhaps mind-reading?'
Anon sat there for a few hours processing information, in the end, he managed to come to terms with my newfound life, the idea puts a smile on my face. 'The life from now on might be hard but definitely interesting one even more interesting from my previous boring life' Anon thought to himself
-Planet: Unknown -Year: Unknown -Location: Cabin in the woods -Time: Noon -POV: Anon
It's been 3 months since Anon came here, Most days go uneventful since he doesn't leave the woods, He will eventually leave, but not now.
Most of his day consists of doing house works and reading books about his newfound power, Manifesting his powers isn't that hard after the first time, the real problems lays with how he manifests said powers. Like that time he almost burned down his house while trying to make a fire. After that he became more careful when using his powers, the books he read definitely helped but it wasn't as good as having a mentor.
Anon didn't know which god bestowed these "GIFTS" to people but he is willing to bet his teeth that they were laughing at their misery. 'Maybe if I don't use it, things will be alright' Anon thought
{Warning! many of those who are gifted with such powers believe if they neglect using it, they will be safe from possession, THEY ARE NOT! the phenomenon known as 'Soul light' exists within all living creatures and those who are connected to the Sea will generate Soul light with greater quantity than other living beings regardless of what they do, It is true that if one draws power from the Sea, They will generate more Soul light and those who don't, generate less, But there is still a great amount of danger even if one doesn't use his/her gifts}
"Well, there goes that idea" Anon said sarcastically
{The only way to protect oneself, is through willpower and discipline. By training, one can decrease the amount of Soul light generated, And by using discipline, concentration, willpower, and training, one can create a shield around the soul, Harm the daemons, Become a shadow that is hard to detect by daemons and other sorcerers, And if one trains enough, they can even become an anathema to the denizens of the sea which they avoid getting near to, Although there are no records of a person becoming an anathema due to the need for extreme amount training which is impossible for humans with low life spans, Theoretically it is possible but only in theory}
"Anathema you say?" Anon asked "That sounds great but impossible for me" He said without shame, "That is something only talented people can achieve, I am not one of them"
Anon continued reading, he learns more and more about his powers 'first, I learn all the dangers that might come from using magic, then the ways to protect myself from said dangers. It is a long process but I'm willing to do it. Death is an easy choice, you die then that's it everything is over, But being turned into a flesh portal for Demons and suffering for all of eternity? no THANK YOU, I'm happy with my training' Anon created a plan in his mind
So begins His long training to survive and use his "Gifts".
-Planet: Craftworld Biel-tan -Year: 100.M34 -Location: Segmentum Tempestus -POV: Farseer Anath'lan
Farseer Anath'lan found himself in deep meditation beneath the shrine of Morai-Heg, as always, he was seeing through the threads of time, his craftworld was safe from danger, for now. One thing has been bothering his mind, an enigma alongside his visions, this unusual phenomenon has been plaguing all of his visions, his vision was accompanied by something... a silver mask.
A familiar footstep was heard from his back, Anath'lan knew who she was, his apprentice, a Warlock, Kaedra, he always had great expectations from her since her childhood, she was the most talented Eldar in the art of the seer, perhaps matching even those of the Craftworld Ulthwe.
"Farseer" a soft voice was heard from his back.
Anath'lan turned to see Kaedra's face "Welcome Warlock" said Anath'lan with a troubled smile on his face which quickly gave it a place to stoic calm, Kaedra noticed her master's troubled mood, "What brought you here warlock?" said the farseer.
"I have come here to meditate Farseer" Kaedra answered before pausing for a moment, then she continued "But it appears that I'm not the only one who is troubled, what troubles you master? it is a rare sight to see you so... doubtful" said the Warlock her worried face was visible to Anath'lan.
"It is nothing Kaedra, just some problems that come with old age" said the farseer in an attempt to comfort his apprentice.
"Master please, I am young, not a fool" said Kaedra with a slightly frustrated voice "We both know that you are not talented in the art of the play, your face betrays you"
Farseer chuckled at her words, she was right he was terrible at acting, maybe even worse than humans "It appears that I can't hide anything from your eyes, the young one already preparing to take her master's place?" Anath asked, there was no malice in his tone, the only thing that could be guessed was slight pride and happiness that his student, will surpass him, bringing the craftworld a greater chance of fulfilling her prophesy. To dominate the stars again as their ancestors did once.
"Your words wound me Farseer" Kaedra chuckled, she already knew how her master feel, she can't hear his thought, to do that she at least needs another 300 years of training. What she can do is to read his face "Master we both know your attempt at hiding anything from is futile" said the Warlock, "Besides, even if you don't tell me now, you will in the future. Your know how stubborn I can be when it comes to satisfying my curiosity" said the Warlock with a smile, Anath sighed
"Very well, I guess there is no point in hiding the truth" Anath'lan said as he continued "The cause of my recent distress is not very important... so I think" He revealed "No matter what vision I see, it is always there, not within the visions itself, but beside it. I don't see any trouble is such sights but..." he paused for few seconds "When it comes to seeing the future, nothing can go wrong with some caution" said the Farseer.
Hearing the word 'future' gathered Kaedra's attention 'Is Anath's distress caused by a vision?' Warlock thought to herself. if that is true then he should've discussed this with the council and the warlocks. They might not be able to see the future as clearly as him, but they can at least help him decipher his visions.
"I don't understand master, if it makes you worry, why not share it with others? we can certainly help you carry the burden" said Kaedra.
"I'm sure you will Warlock but it's not that important to bother the council for"
"Then at least let me hear your vision Farseer, as you taught me before 'When in doubt share, do not hesitate to share your burden with others. If Aeldari is to survive it must bleed together'" Kaedra recalled Anath's teachings
Farseer was surprised that Kaedra remembered his first teaching, many hear those words but do not heed them, but Warlock seems an exception, 'It appears that I made the right decision to accept her as an apprentice' Anath'lan thought to himself "Very well young acolyte"
"Recently my visions have been plagued with this phenomenon"
"What is that troubles you this much master?"
"A Mask Warlock, a Silver Mask" Said the farseer then paused for a moment "I have seen our Craftworld, There nothing threatening our beloved Craftworld... for now"
"For now?" questioned the acolyte, her master's distress visible.
"Yes, I do not know what that silver mask means, but whenever I delve into the fabric of time to divine the future, it accompanies my vision. Not changing the currents of fate, but going along with my spirit as I move through the nether, like a vengeful knife at my throat" said Anath'lan showing anxiety recalling his visions.
"That is... unheard of, there is nothing said of a Silver mask within our ancestral history. Perhaps it has something to do with Children of the laughing god?" Kaedra questioned, "They are enigmatic even for their own kin, If it's truly them, then..." Kaedra said before pausing "Then I fear your vision might be a herald of a great danger master"
"Perhaps, perhaps not, only time will tell" said Anath'lan then turned to the shrine, "For now let us continue your training Kaedra" said the farseer
"But Master, you cannot possibly sit idle when you're beset by such visions" said the Warlock in an act of protest.
"You are young Warlock. There are many things you need to learn, and believe me when I say this. This vision means nothing, at least for now that we are besieged by so many others" Said Anath-lan with a calmed tone "Now let us continue your training, and don't let this revelation trouble your mind when we meditate" said the farseer pointing beside him for Warlock to sit.
Kaedra wanted to object, but she couldn't find an argument. A few seconds later She sat beside her master in acknowledgment and started her training.
-Planet: Unknown -Year: 102.M34 -Location: North of Ultima Segmentum, Ghoul Stars -POV: Anon
It's been two years since Anon came to this world, he has spent all this time studying and occasionally, leaving the forest to buy things from Malos's family, mostly Grox meat which he came to enjoyed a lot recently. even though the creature looked like an abomination from hell, it tastes great!
The reason why Anon still lived in the forest, was that Anon Didn't enjoy social interactions, not even in his previous life, not to say he was shy, no, he just enjoyed being alone, And with his current position being alone suited him just fine, he could practice his new powers away from other people, since the world is in a medieval period, he tread with caution. Anon knew what the mobs did to people who were accused of witchcraft in the middle ages, though there was a chance that this world might be different, but until he confirmed it he won't take the risk, he may be immortal and regenerate from his wounds, but he didn't want to test the limits of this ability.
His training in the last few months was bearing its fruit, the first thing he did, was to learn all the dangers that came with his powers, then he learned how to put a protective shield around his soul, to hi surprise, he already have one, though it was weak.
Frankly, his affinity in learning Magic surprised him as well, Anon thought learning magic would take longer, but it didn't, as if he knew some of these teachings before, his body and mind were instinctively supporting his efforts, perhaps it was due to the efforts of Duran who owned his body before, or perhaps he simply had talent in doing things, Anon thought former to be true, he didn't underestimate himself, he just knew it, as if someone imprinted the knowledge to his brain, not an intellectual knowledge but an instinctually one.
When he first manifested his powers, he was bewildered at the sensation, before that, he was himself, but now he is like two conciseness at one body and one mind, in two realms at the same time, there was no proper way of putting it into words, all he can describe is that he could see things from the 'Sea' and draw power from it.
Anon wanted to start doing cool tricks like using lightning bolts and such, after all, what's the point in having magic powers when you can't blow thing up?. Instead, he decide to go the boring route of discipline and training his soul shield, he wanted to shoot lighting but the fear of being possessed by a demon and used as a living portal motivated him to practice his shield first, and learn how to reduce his 'Soul light'.
(Time skip)
He has been practicing his Soul shield for almost two years now, he mastered it to the point, where he can constantly keep it on, and if need be, strengthen it.
He also learned a few spells that help him cure wounds, one might ask why learn a healing spell first when there are all these cool offensive spells? the answer is MONEY! he had food and some money but eventually, they are going to run out, so he planned to learn and use healing to earn some money, after all, everyone wishes to be cured by the best doctors, he knew he was the best, unlike doctors in the medieval era, who only knew praying and mixing random herbs in the hopes of making right the medicine, Anon could cure with his mind.
First, he tested on himself by wounding himself and healing his wound, it was a painful process but a necessary one since he didn't have a guinea pig to test his spells with, besides you get used to the pain after the first 10 times you do it, in 6 months he finally manage to learn the healing spell, not as masterful as the way he cast shields around his soul but enough to cast it quickly.
After learning how to properly cast it Anon decided to go to a nearby city or town to find his 'Customers', he had a plan to travel to a city a few months ago but decided not to, since he had nothing to gain from it, but now it was excellent time to go there.
From what he heard from Malos, there was an 'Ork' army attacking the land nearby and lots of wounded soldiers needed cure. When Anon heard the word 'Orks' he wasn't surprised, he died, reborn into a fantasy world with magical powers, experiencing these helped him accept anything, and accepting the orks isn't that hard since they existed in most fantasy settings in one way or another.
So Anon began his preparations to go to the city, he took some food and water for the journey along with some other necessities like a torch, a sleeping bag, and a compass, everything he needed for the short journey, the only question remaining was the matter of safety, he couldn't use offensive magic but he had some CQC training during his training as a soldier in his previous life, nothing special but better than nothing, besides when it comes to agility he was the best in his unit, far better than average civilians, he was sure he could beat few bandits with his staff.
A few hours were already past when Anon exited the forest, he wanted to go to the city Malos mentioned in one of their conversations but he didn't know the way so he decided to pay him a visit again, also because he enjoyed talking with him. Malos was a good person maybe a little greedy but a good person nonetheless, he was specialized in farming Razor, a crop which is very popular amongst rich people and nobles, they use this to make a special beverage that calm people's minds, the calming effect plus the fact that only a few people knew how to farm them made it something only rich people and nobles can enjoy.
Alongside the razor, Malos also raised grox, the hellish abomination that first convinced Anon, that he was indeed in another world, despite the appearance, the beast's meat taste better than anything Anon had eaten. Grox are highly aggressive creatures that can survive in any condition, they can eat anything including humans, but their meat is so delicious that make them worth keeping, Anon once ask Malos how he manage to keep them considering their aggressive nature, Malos didn't answer his questions saying that its a 'family secret'.
Malos raising razor and breeding grox made him very popular amongst the rich folk, that is why he could speak like nobility, because his job demanded it.
After half hour of walking through the farmlands Anon made his way to Malos's house, he stood behind the door and knocked a few times before waiting for Malos to open the door. after a few minutes, the door was opened by a muscular man.
"How can I hel..." said the man before pausing and looking at his visitor "Oh isn't this my friend, Anon!" said Malos with a smile on his face "How are you doing my friend, did you come here to buy more grox meat?" Malos asked
"Good to see you too my Malos" said the Anon "I'm not here to buy anything, I came here to ask for directions, you see I wish to go to a city nearby and find a way to earn some coin, I was hoping you could show me the way" said Anon
"Oh please Anon, I can do better than that!" said Malos patting Anon's shoulder "You see I have Delivery to make, my men are already loading the goods so when they finish we can go together" Malos suggested "But let me first ask you Anon, do you have a job in mind? perhaps I could give you a job if you don't have any, don't worry I pay my men well" offered Malos.
Anon smiled a bit "Thanks for the offer, but unfortunately, I already have a job in mind" said Anon apologetically
"Do not a worry Anon, not a problem" said looking curiously at his friend "If you forgive my curiosity, what is it that you excel at? no offense but people who live alone in a forest are mostly thieves and poachers. NOT that I'm implying that you are one!" said Malos
"None taken, and to answer your question, I am a healer" Anon revealed
"A healer?" Malos with a surprised expression "That's GREAT!" said the Malos with a grin that only a businessman sensing a profit can make, it made Anon slightly uncomfortable "To think I have been friends with a healer all this time!"
"Yes I can heal wounds and diseases, but there is a problem"
"A problem?" Malos asked with a curious expression "If it is medical herbs you need I can provide you when we reach the city, you can just pay me later" offered Malos.
"No, nothing like that" said Anon declining his offer "You see I don't heal with herbs, I heal with spells" Anon corrected.
Hearing this Malos laughed "That was a fine joke Anon, you certainly know how to make an old man laugh" said Malos laughing.
"Well it is expected since you haven't seen anyone do it" said Anon, he was somewhat expecting this kind of reaction so he pulled out a knife from his bag and put it on his hand "Just look" said Anon then proceeded to cut his palm.
Malos watch mild shock, did his friend turn mad living alone in the forest? "What are you going Anon?!" asked Malos out loud. Just as he was about to do something, Anon's hand was glimmering with a faint light, then his wound started to disappear, closing in on itself.
When he was done Anon saw his friend's face, he was in shock first time seeing magic "Do you believe me now?" said Anon
"By the Golden Prince" said Malos shocked at the revelation, he always heard about sorcerers but always thought them to be nothing more than children's tales but to see one with his own eyes. He was thinking about what to do with this new information when it hit him, then he only smiled, he had an idea one that would make him the richest man in the region.
"To think the Sorcerers are real. Say Anon have you heard the story of saint Jermai?" said Malos with a grin
"No, I don't know him. Say Malos, why do you bring this up with a smile?" Said the Sorcerer. When Anon had manifested his abilities for the first time, the ability to cast a shield around his soul or to heal wounds weren't the only things that came to his attention, he had manifested another ability, to see the souls of living creatures around him, this helped him detect predators and dangers, he has seen many souls but mostly animals that lived within the forest, and he has yet to test this ability on humans other than Malos since he didn't have interaction with anyone else much.
He could see through Malos's soul, it was burning with a blue fire "Let's get inside my friend, let me tell you what I think" Malos said as he guided Anon to come inside his house.
-Planet: Unknown -Year: 102.M34 -Location: North of Ultima Segmentum, Ghoul Stars -POV: Anon
'This is a bad idea' Anon thought to himself "Malos, are you sure this is a good idea?" Asked the masked man sitting behind the carriage.
"Don't worry everything will be fine, besides, if you introduce yourself as you are, they'll burn you as a witch" Said the man in front of the carriage.
"And what about you?" Asked Anon.
"What do you mean?" Malos answered with another question
"I mean aren't you also following the same religion? do you not take offense on me pretending to be Saint Jamil?"
"Saint Jermai, not Jamil" Malos corrected "And yes, I believe in the Prince on the throne as much as the next person, but not to the point where I deny the flaws within my faith" Said Malos to the masked man.
"And these flaws being?" Anon questioned
"Burning the "Witchs", I have been friends with you for more than 2 years now Anon, you are a good man and you have the power to heal others from their pains. To mistake you for an evil witch is an act of foolishness" Malos answered "Besides you can save so many lives with your blessings, I don't see any priest doing the same"
'A "Blessing" sure' Anon muttered to himself then spoke "You know, I have seen another religion that is extremely similar to yours" said Anon, In the last few days moving with Malos's caravan he has been educated on "Church of the Golden Prince". A man ascended into godhood after sacrificing himself to protect all of humanity from certain doom, apparently, now he sits on a golden throne in the realm of the gods, watching and protecting his loyal servants.
"Is that so? and what is the name of the religion?" Asked Malos, a curious aura surrounding his soul "Maybe its the same religion under a different name" Malos Theorized
"It's called 'Cult Imperialis', it has the same base concepts of your religion but instead of 'Golden prince' its 'God Emperor', and also he was bound to a throne, tormenting himself with unimaginable pain so that humans may survive" Anon answered. Although Imperial Cult wasn't a real religion, it is very similar to the one people have here, the difference being, Golden prince didn't have any sons to betray him. Instead, he was killed by an evil rival god.
"That is very interesting especially the title, but I'm afraid our discussion has to wait, we have reached the city" Said Malos pointing at the gates of the city "Welcome to Susia my friend" Said Malos.
Anon extended his powers and sensed the city, there were lots of people there and their combined Soul lights shining bright like a beacon compared to the time he was in the forest, it was a pleasant change to see his own kind in large numbers. The feeling and the light of their souls wasn't the only thing Anon noticed, there were lots of sick and wounded in the town, their pain threatening to overpower the positive emotions, there was a darkness under the skin of the city, one Anon was prepared to face.
-Planet: Unknown -Year: 102.M34 -Location: North of Ultima Segmentum, Ghoul Stars -POV: Markus
The plan was coming along, the green skins were besieging Susia and the war had turned into a battle of attrition, the walls of the city would hold for long enough that a plague may spread bringing with it despair.
He has been planning this for a few years now, first, he had provoked the orks into attack Susia, one of the greatest trading hubs within the kingdom, then he made sure that battle will turn into a siege, and now the final stage has begun. His diseases spread like a wildfire within the crowded population of the city, despair was an ever-growing feeling amongst the common folk and soldiers alike, soon all of them will accept the gifts of the Grand Father to escape the pain of the plague.
He could feel the blessing of grandfather Nurgle, his favor ever growing with each soul that is being infected with disease, no one could stop his plans now, and when the city finally accept their new patriarch he will march with his new armies until the entire world succumbs to the plague, then he will ascend.
His efforts were unchallenged until one day when one man came along. An imposter that disguised himself as long lost saint of the church, Saint Jermai, he was the figure that came centuries ago, when a great plague spread across the world threatened to kill every living creature.
No one knew his face and at first were suspicious of the masked man, when he claimed to have the cure to their suffering no one believed him, they considered him a madman and threw him out of the city. One day, however, the plague grew in strength and people of the city despaired, seeking salvation from their god, they offered great tributes to the prince, leaving mountains of gold and jewels at his church to appease him, fanatics prayed day and night so that may receive some sort of revelation from their god.
This continued until one day when a priestess of the great church finally manage to communicate with her god within her dreams, she begged her god to save her people, offering herself to be sacrificed if it would please her god, but the Golden Prince would not listen, he only said one thing, that he already had sent his salvation but they refused him then he vanished leaving her dream and returning to his realm.
When the Priestess brought her god's message to the council of the city, governors of the city remembered the man they once claimed as mad. They search every corner of their lands desperately seeking the masked man, and after many days when they could not find him, they returned to their city only to find a robed man standing in front of the gate, he was the same man they once drew away.
Last time, Saint Jermai was thrown out like a beggar but now he was welcomed like a king, people saw him kneeled before him and begged forgiveness to their new saint offering untold riches if he were to absolve them of their sins, however, Saint refused their offer while telling them that he was a man of god and no amount of gold can rival his lord's favor.
In a great show of faith, Saint performed a miracle. He held his hands towards the sky, then a shimmering light surrounded his body, the light grew in size until it consumed the entire city only to disappear afterward. The entire population of the city was cured of their diseases, it is said that even broken limbs were healed as well. People of the city drowned him in praise and kneeling before their saint, the story says that the saint married the priestess that had the vision of their god in her dreams only to disappear 10 years later.
He wasn't heard of for 200 years, until now. Markus had already heard the rumors about a robed man with a silver mask healing the injured and the diseased, he wasn't sure who he was but he'll be damned if he was going to let some random guy pretending to be a saint ruin his plans for ascension, he followed the crowd that was flocking towards the city's main square. There were lots of sick and diseased people moving with a glimmer of hope on their faces, 'That is not good' Markus thought to himself, if people won't suffer all of his work until now would go to waste.
It took the crowd a few minutes to reach there.
The city square was filled with sick and the dying, who were desperate to find their way out of the misery and pain. There was also a large group of priests and nobles seeking to see if the masked man was truly their lost Saint or an imposter feeding off of people's misery.
The news of their saint was spread by a group of people who claimed that they have been cured of the plague and that the masked man was curing more people in the city square. Naturally, such news spread with great speed between people, after all, hope is a commodity sought out by desperate people.
After a few hours of waiting two men exited from the mayor's house, one of them was Malos, a farmer that grow grox and razor, the other man was covered in a golden robe and wearing a silver mask that covered his entire face, the mask had a carving of a face that looked indifferent. The self-proclaimed saint stood there for a few moments observing the crowd before pointing at an old man from the crowd, he was clearly sick both from age and plague, the pox covering his face and smell of rotten, dead flesh covering him.
The old man claimed up a few stairs and approached the masked man, "Kneel Faithful one, kneel" the masked man voiced, the old man kneeled on his knees, the priests watched with great focus as the masked man put his hands on his patient's head, then a light appeared on his hands pouring into the sick man.
The crowd watched in awe as the old man's pox disappeared and his scars healed, the priest muttered their prayers as the old man stood up and looked at his arms, he did not feel pain, and more than that, he felt as if touched by the god.
The old man kissed the hands of the long-lost saint and thanked him, Markus watched in horror as the plague he have crafted in grandfather Nurgle's name disappear from the man, he needed to get rid of the saint lest his plans would fail. As he was thinking about what to do, he notice that the saint was looking at him dead in the eye, Markus panicked and move through the crowd towards his base where his followers were. 'Did the saint notice he was the one who spread the plague? is he going to come after me?' questioned Markus to himself, the saint was dangerous HE have to die.
(-POV: Malos)
Malos stood by Anon's side smiling as he watched the saint heal one person after another, he was going to get rich thanks to his friend. Malos was a greedy man, a businessman through and through, he did not deny that fact, but he was also a human who cared about others, no merchant in the kingdom cared for their servants better than him, he regularly donates to the church and sponsored some military force to cull the bandits time to time. He wasn't doing that because he was a good man, he was doing that so he could use his reputation to his advantage, the thing many merchants ignored. Reputation had served him way more than greed, people bought his products and were willing to even sell their precious lands to him, in short, he was playing the long game.
And now that Malos has found the saint and brought him to the people who need him, people will view him in a better light, perhaps even holy light. Malos could feel the profit.
(-POV: Anon)
It has been a few weeks since he came into the city, in that time Anon was busy curing the people of their diseases, he could already feel more positive Soul light from the city's population.
People came to see Anon as their lost saint, praying at his feet and trying to give him their entire life savings as tribute, people had good intentions with their offerings but the Saint find them to be annoying. The worst part of all this, was the priests that were following him around asking him to bless them or come to their church which he had to refuse, and don't forget the nobles who were offering hand's of their daughters, it was an exhausting affair for Anon, he didn't want to continue being saint for too long and he felt bad for deceiving people, 'well... at least being a saint is better than burning as a witch' he thought to himself.
In the days he spent in the city, he noticed something, something that have been bothering his mind, he could feel something, something bad that was constantly bashing against his soul shield trying to get in, Anon tried to repel them but they kept coming, every time he drives them off they would come back later, the only thing that can do that were other sorcerers and daemons, Anon hated both, so after a long time he decided to take action, he was going to find the thing that is causing this and put an end to it, and Anon knew exactly where to start.
Anon remembered the guy he saw during his first day in the city, that day one soul from the crowd stood up from the rest, everyone has a soul that is shaped differently, some people are paragons of society, they have a pleasant soul to look at, a golden-colored soul for a person with golden heart, and there were others who's soul was dark, red and purple, they have many different colors but Anon could notice which ones were bad and which ones are not. The person he saw on that day had a rotten soul, green color in a shape of a demon, it was the first time Anon had seen a soul like that, he have seen a soul shaped like an angel from one of the priests but not a demon.
Anon decided to look for that man, if anyone knew what was causing this feeling of darkness, it was that man. Anon was a soldier before, but he mostly used guns therefore he wasn't confident in his melee skills, so he decided to use his influence as a saint.
A few hours later Anon had reached the biggest church in the city, it was a huge gothic-style brick building with two towers reaching 30 meters up to the air, with lots of colored glass with holy images on them. As he approach the church he was greeted by the guards on the door, they were not normal town guards but knights in full plate armor, the largest church in the city was home to a holy knightly order, all of whom were chosen from noble houses, all of the houses sent their youngest child to "serve" in the holy order, but Anon knew it was just to get rid of them so they can give everything to their eldest child.
"Lord Saint Jermai" gasped the female knight "My name is Kight Selina, It is a great honor that you decided to visit our church" said the knight to the masked man
"Yes sir knight, but I have not come for prayers or pleasantries, I can pray alone and I do not need the latter" said the saint
The knight was confused "Is there other reasons for your arrival?" asked the knight
"I need to talk with your head priest sir Knight, there is an evil aura within the city, one that we must purge before it can do more harm" answered the Masked man
After hearing the words 'Evil' and 'Purge' expression of the knight changed, Anon noticed that it wasn't fear or anger emanating from the knight's soul, it was excitement 'Poor knight, she must been in guard duty for so long that purging demons hyped her up' Anon thought to himself
"As you wish my lord, I will inform the high priestess and our marshal" said the knight with excitement before going inside. The priests who were nearby when they were having a conversation, heard them and start whispering at each other.
Half an hour later Anon was sitting on a table with knights and priests surrounding him, he was in a room with tall ceilings made by marble with a dark gothic tone and color, in front of him were two figures whose name Anon didn't bother to learn, one of them was an Old woman clad in white expansive robes and the other was a middle-aged man with the longest mustache Anon have seen, the man was in decorated white plate armor on a mail and padded shirt.
The room was silent until the high priestess broke her silence "It is truly a blessing to have you here lord saint, you have honored our church greatly, truly the prince is watching over us" said the old woman smiling
"The high priest is right, to think our god's chosen is here to bless us with his teachings" said the man in the full plate while playing with his mustache
"I have not come here to pray or to talk faithful ones" said the saint, everyone in the room listening to their saint's words "It was not sins of the people who caused this plague my children" Anon revealed as he tried to act as holy as possible. People's faces were in shock after hearing his words
"If not for our sins then why would lord send us such disaster?" asked the old women
"It was not my master who sent the plague, it was a demon, a demon is hiding within the city and we need to find it if we truly wish to save the city" Declared the saint, every one looked at him in shock
"To think we let a demon into our city" the Marshal pondered as he played with his mustache
"If that is true we cannot allow this demon to live within our city, we must purge them" the High priestess shouted "Marshal, gather your men and prepare to find this demon" said the priest looking the man in the full plate "Lord saint, do you know where this demon is?" asked the old women politely
Anon stood still for a moment then start extending his power's reach to the entire city, trying to find the soul that looked like a demon, after a few moments Anon nod his head, he have found where the demon-like soul was but there were also other souls around him, not demon shaped but their soul had evil light "I know where he is but he is not alone" answered Anon "The demon has gathered a group of followers"
"Very well lord saint, we will prepare and wait for your command" said the marshal
(-POV: Selina)
Selina was standing before the demon-infested house, her mission was to help the saint purge the demon and clean the city from its evil, if what the saint said was true then this demon is behind the plague that killed thousands of people, as a knight of the church, she could not forgive such evil. She was prepared, by the orders of the high priestess every damned soul within this house must burn to please our holy saint.
Saint Jermai have blessed them with his presence, saying that he will make sure the taint of this place was cleansed, she was grateful to the prince for blessing them with such a noble soul, even though he is a healer and companion of her god, he was willing to stand with her kind, standing beside his lowly servants his holy light shined even greater than before.
After everyone got into position their mission began, the Knights broke the door and stormed into the building, the heretics were stunned at the sight of holy knights, they tried to grab their weapons but were quickly butchered by trained knights, the faces of the heretic were covered in disgusting green poxes that screamed infection, their skins were more resilient than leather making it hard for swords to slash.
Knights outnumbered the heretics inside the building, Selina found herself facing a heretic whose skin was falling off his flesh, he was covered in pox that spewed out green liquid, he smelled like a corpse bathed in sun. The heretic grabbed his mace and attacked the knight, Selina brought her sword up to stop the momentum of the mace, she stopped the mace before it got any momentum then moved to counter-attack with the hilt of her sword, she hit her opponent's head causing him to stagger, Selina noted that heretics did not wear armor yet they were unnaturally resilient, was this the blessing they received from the demon? it did not matter, as long as they have the lord saint with them, the blessing of the prince was with them, after her counter attack Selina brought her sword for a slash aiming for the heretic's neck, in a single slash she liberated his head from his body.
Selina looked around to see all the heretics dead, 14 heretics dead, and only a single knight wounded. Selina saw Lord saint as he healed the knight's wound then helped him to his feet, "The fight is not over knights" said the saint pointing at a trap door at the end of the room "The demon is underground" said the saint
The fight underground was tough, there were lots of heretics in these surprisingly long tunnels, the knights were outnumbered against the heretics but thanks to lord saint no casualties were suffered, the miracle of life that lord saint has shown, drove Selina to greater levels of faith.
(-POV: Anon)
The assault on tunnels was going well and Anon could feel getting closer to the target, the person he had suspected turned out to be the guys behind the plague, maybe he could use magic just like him, or maybe he was really a demon that Duran's books were talking about, either way, his involvement with the plague was confirmed.
When he saw the corpses of his enemy, he noted that they had reinforced skin that was harder to kill, they were also infected with a disease even he couldn't cure. The plague that had spread within the city was a normal disease, it was curable but these 'heretics' were infected with something magical and foul he couldn't cure.
He was getting closer, his senses picking up his suspect just ahead of them, but something was wrong, something kept bashing itself against his shield trying to reach his soul, there was no doubt at this point, the enemy was also a sorcerer and he was possessed by a daemon. Anon and his knights fought their way through the tunnel, killing heretics as they went, and after 30 minutes they reached a corner.
Anon could sense the daemon and his followers inside, he signed his knights to stop, then he listened, he could hear what seems like a chanting 'A ritual?' Anon thought to himself, there was something about rituals in Duran's books, but he didn't read them yet, as he was thinking to himself, he sensed something, immediately Anon ordered his knights to attack the heretics and then went along with them.
Anon and his knight entered the room and that was the moment when anon saw it. All around the daemon, were his followers bloating with green disease, a tube-like plant was attached to their bodies like a parasite feeding on blood, the vain-like tube connected all of the 7 followers to the daemon directly, his followers were suffering as their flesh and fat were going through the living tube to feed their leader. It was the most disgusting sight he have ever seen in his life, he barely hold himself from puking.
Anon looked around him, he was not the only one disgusted by this sight, he even saw one of the knights, Selina puke inside her helmet, as the shock of the scene disappeared from the attacker's minds, something happened that Anon could not explain. All of the heretics around the daemon exploded splattering green liquid everywhere, fortunately, most of them were far enough that it did not affect them, only 2 knights unwillingly caught the liquid. The other knights looked in horror as their companions were digested by the liquid, their skin melted as they tried to end their own lives to end the suffering.
The daemon, on the other hand, used this distraction to summon something, Anon watched in horror as the daemon changed from his human form to something else, his stomach split in two allowing his organs and livers to fall, a single horn start to grow from his head letting out a sound, sound of his skull breaking under the pressure, his skin started to turn green then he started to grow from inside, to the point where his skin couldn't support such level of rapid grow and start tearing itself apart.
As transformation was getting over, Anon realized something... he was a daemon of Nurgle!, he was not in a normal fantasy world, he was in Warhammer universe and he was not a mage but a Psyker!
His thoughts were cut short, he had to do something to kill the plague bearer before it could infect someone. Anon tried to think of a way to kill the daemon. Fire was one of the only things effective against Nurgle but there wasn't enough fire to burn him, that left him with one option, he needed to use warp fire, the problem being he didn't know how, he could conjure fire but only in small amounts just enough to start a fire, conjuring offensive fire without knowing how, can be dangerous but he had no choice "ALL OF YOU STAY BEHIND ME!" Shouted Anon, hearing this knight immediately retreated behind him.
Anon brought up his staff and focused, he delved into the Immaterium and draw power from it while making sure his soul was shielded, then he focused power into a single point in front of him, a giant ball of fire was visible to all knights around him, then anon made sure he had conjured enough to kill it but also low enough that it won't kill friendlies.
The daemon's transformation was complete, he was ready to spread grandfather's love, he opened his eyes only to see a ray of fire coming towards him, in an instant daemon burned in agony and died, normally souls of the daemons would return to the warp but not this time, the psychic attack was so great for a lesser daemon that his soul was shattered never to exist again.
Anon's hands burned in warpfire of his own creation, he was not ready for doing something like that, so he paid the price, his hands burned from his fingers till his elbows, the pain was unbearable.
Anon tried to heal himself with his biomancy, he couldn't, he waited for his perpetual nature to heal it for him, which also failed, it was at this moment he realized that he was cursed with this pain forever.
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