Eternal Night
Rated: NC-17
By Lynn Osburn
Because fanfic.net is horrible about italics and bold and such...
~shall represent a characters thoughts~
: shall represent a dream or vision:
CHAPTER FOUR:
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
Destain didn't rouse him from bed the next morning, or the morning after that. Mozenrath saw only the shadow's coming in and out of the room, leaving vast amounts of food by his bed as well as new clothing made from fine silks and satins. At first, the gifts confused Mozenrath, but his mind was sharp and it was all too clear what his Master was saying with his presents.
Thanks for the lovely evening.
He wanted to refuse the gifts, but he didn't have much of a choice. His clothing from before was stained and torn, and he was starving. The food was better too. Roasted poultry and a variety of fruits as well as mulled wine. Mozenrath couldn't help but feel that Destain had an odd desire to flatter and impress him. In fact he was certain that was part of the reason he was suddenly being spoiled. Now that Destain had had his fun, he was going to make sure his little kitten felt like he was only going to get the best. Once again he was expected to feel grateful for being treated so wonderfully.
Mozenrath tried not to look at his Master on the third day when Destain came to return him to lessons. Unfortunately, every time he turned his head away he could still see Destain's eyes, burrowing into his own. What confused him even further was the fact that now Destain was acting distant and aloof once more. Pretending that Mozenrath was still inferior to him in every way.
It helped him concentrate better to know that things had returned to 'normal'. Despite the 'gifts' and 'flattery', Mozenrath saw no change in the drilling of his magical skills and rigorous training. Within a few hours, he managed to settle comfortably into a thick book about the different levels of the astral plane. Now this was a subject Mozenrath found interesting. It was obvious that his Master was skipping over the finer points of astral travel and metaphysical bodies, apparently Destain knew very little on the subject. But Mozenrath was skipping ahead of his Master's words, reading further along in the chapter.
He kept his mouth shut and looked up from the yellowing pages from time to time at Destain, making sure that the boring lecture was continued, then turned back to read about escaping from the physical body and discovering other worlds. It amazed him to know that there was more then just the apparent around him. Mozenrath read on till he discovered a passage explaining how astral travel was done.
Most of the spell was simple enough. It required a meditative of sedative state of consciousness as well as a physical link to both this world and the world he wished to visit. There was the usual circle of power and gathering of energy, but beyond time consuming, the spell wasn't all that difficult. He'd have to find some sort of relic from the lab upstairs, depending on where he decided to visit. And he'd have to find some way of putting Destain to sleep for a while until he'd completed his journey...
"Are you paying attention little kitten!"
Mozenrath's eyes shot up as he stared into Destain's face. "Yes Master. I was just reading along in the book." He voice didn't quiver, after all, it was what he had been doing. Destain's eyebrow arched for a moment, but he simply sneered and continued with the lesson.
Mozenrath's eyes darted back down to the paragraph. He would need one black candle and one white, both bathed in lavender oil, a knife, three feathers, a pentagram, salt, and something to tie himself down to the physical world. It was going to take him a week at least to get everything together, plus a day or two extra to put a sleep spell over Destain. The sleeping spell wouldn't be too difficult, of course he could always just keep Destain awake for a week till he found the ingredients for travel. But how to keep his Master awake was something Mozenrath did not wish too broad over.
He managed rather well. Over the course of the next week he dug through the basement and dungeon and came up with two only half used candles, one an off yellow color (which would work) and a dark black one which was most likely colored that way from soot collecting. The lavender oil he took from the collection of 'gifts' Destain had given and the knife was easily acquired thanks to Destain's fascination with pain.
The three feathers took him almost three days to get a hold of. Birds were a rarity in the Lands of Eternal Night and when he did finally find the feathers, he was forced to clean them of lice and other parasites. Salt from the kitchen and in a house full of magical artifacts, the pentagram took him less then a minuet to get. Mozenrath had diligently taken silver polish and cleaned the beautifully engraved silver one from the library till it shone.
Mozenrath looked at himself in the reflection on the silver as he began to think of a way to tie him self to the world he was in. He was amazed to see that his reflection was so pale and pasty. He touched his cheek hesitantly for a moment before biting his lip and setting the pentagram down in front of him and following the lines with salt. He took the candles and rubbed them gently in the oils until the warm, relaxing scent filled his nostrils and placed the black one on the left and the white one on the right.
He took the three feathers and tied them on a string around his neck, whispering an incantation to the spirits of flight and guardians of the Air. The feathers rustled and tickled under his chin, even though there was no window open. Mozenrath hummed and smiled slightly, then grounded himself and lay his head on the center of the pentagram. He took the knife in his hand and looked at it for a moment, realizing exactly what the tool was supposed to be used for. Slowly lifting it to his hand, the boy sliced through his heart line, letting the wet blood drip onto the black and white candles.
The moment his blood touched the pure golden-orange flame, it burned a brilliant crimson. The flame jumped higher from its wax prison and began tracing along the five-pointed star, panning barely a centimeter above Mozenrath's nose. He could feel the heat burning in his hand and through his body. It wasn't a painful heat, but rather a warm body kind of heat that made his insides tingly. Slowly, the heat began to mix through his stomach as the lavender continued invading his sense of smell.
Mozenrath was shocked to see the passionate red light erased by a blinding white flame that seemed to radiate from beyond his grasp. Entranced by the beam of purity, he reached out to it with his sliced hand, letting the smooth, cool tendrils caress his fingertips. He hummed in delight, letting the energy vibrate along his skin as its wind lifted his hair and tossed it about.
~This isn't just energy~ Mozenrath sighed as the tendrils began to work over his self-inflicted wound. ~This is pure magick, the stuff that most people never get to see!~ It thrilled him to not only see such power, but to actually be allowed to touch it! Even in all the histories he'd read, no sorcerer had ever had such an illuminating presence allow it self to be touched.
The pain across his palm abated slowly, and Mozenrath didn't have to look to realize that he'd been healed. He heard a gentle voice laugh and looked up, seeing the gentle mists begin to take on human forms. He could vaguely make out both men and women touching his clothing and running their metaphysical fingers through his hair. Mozenrath reached out to one of them, taking her fingers into his hand as she laughed and whispered something he couldn't make out.
He wanted to go in deeper. As he watched the light dance around him, shooting fires of gold and silver, Mozenrath wanted to go with them. They danced further away as he continued to hold onto the woman's hand. She pulled at him teasingly, beckoning him to enter their world. Oh it would be so easy just to stand and lift his feet from the cold marble ground under him. He could just leave behind what Destain had done to him. There was no malice in the star-filled eyes of these astral people. No carnal desire that made him feels dirty and violated. ~Take me with you.~ he whispered with not a breath escaping his lips. ~Please~
The woman opened her mouth to say something, and suddenly screeched in horror. Mozenrath was very physically jerked back into the 'real' world, the dealing noise of the astral woman's scream echoing in his ears. He braced himself out of habit and didn't cringe when Destain's fist slapped against his cheek. "Stupid boy!" the man yelled and picked up Mozenrath by the scruff of his neck.
Mozenrath looked up at Destain and noticed the large bags under his eyes as well as the inkblots from having fallen asleep against the magickal texts he'd been writing when Mozenrath had cast the soporific magick over him. "What did I do?" he said innocently and Destain hit him again.
"You were visiting the astral planes! You stupid, incompetent boy! Do you realize what that place can do to you if your unprepared?" Destain groaned and put a hand to his temples, a side effect of the spell. "And using such a rudimentary magick against me! Oh my poor head will ache for months!" he whined lightly and used a table for support. Despite his better instincts, Mozenrath laughed. He covered his mouth as Destain's head snapped up and those coal black eyes glared at him. "Think it's funny do you boy? Do you think it's funny?" He grabbed several locks of Mozenrath's hair and yanked him up, dislodging several locks. "Whats funny you little worm? Tell me whats so funny!"
"Nothing." Mozenrath whispered. "Nothing!"He screamed as Destain wrenched his head back.
"Do you want a repeat of what I did last time you disobeyed me? I swear I'll do it each night if thats what it takes to bring down your ego!" Destain began pulling Mozenrath's hair until the child had virtually done a back bend with the ground. He waited till he saw tears fall rapidly down Mozenrath's pale cheeks before he let go, flinging his protégé away from him. He wandered over to the area where Mozenrath had cast and 'pinched' the air with a meditative look on his face. He snorted unenthusiastically and looked down at the blood covered candles and pentacle. He bent down and picked up the knife. "Still... you didn't completely botch the ritual. " he rubbed some of the moist blood around with his thumb. "I see you managed to ground yourself firmly and give your being a tie to this plane. Not bad."
Mozenrath rubbed his cheek and held back his vicious commentary. Tears stung his cheek. ~Of course I did it properly you old fossil. You may be a leech but you drilled me well in such a short time.~ "Thank you Master." He said in a deadpan voice. "I-I tried."
"Yes...yes you did try."Destain's voice sounded far away for a split second, but just as quickly it became firm and cruel again. "Of course your minor success does not excuse what you did~ You will begin your punishment by cleaning up this mess, then replace all of the items you used!" He picked at the knife for a moment and hummed. "Then...then you will come to me tonight, for the rest of your punishment."
Mozenrath shivered and stiffened. There was nothing he could say to. "Yes Master." He shook himself off and stood slowly, fingers toying with the palm of his hand. There was no longer a gash there, but instead a small, almost invisible scar that throbbed painlessly. Despite the warm feeling it created when he touched it, Mozenrath hid his joy at having beaten his Master, and walked over to the pile of items.
Destain exited through the door, still staring at the blood covered blade. ~How is it possible? For him to have managed such a difficult bi-location spell at such a young age?~ Destain brooded over it as he walked down the halls to his throne room. A few of the obligatory shadow's followed him at arms length, whispering their questions too him, but he waved them off angrily, not wanting to break his concentration.
~I was at least thirteen before I managed an astral visit, and even then, the inhabitants were not pleased with my presence there.~ Destain was only being half honest with himself. Not only were the Star People unhappy with his visitation into their pure world, but they were down right violent about him leaving. He'd been forced both mentally and metaphysically from the pearly plane and had been unconscious for nearly a week. ~Basterds.~ Destain sneered and wiped clean the blade.
But the real surprise wasn't just that Mozenrath was the youngest one to ever make the journey, it was in the fact that he had been capable of pulling together enough power to do so. ~ Especially with how the Abyss dammed up his energy. How is it possible that he could have started gaining it back so quickly? Perhaps the meditation exercises I've been drilling into his head?~
The question mulled over in his mind as he pulled a silver cord and entered his private library. The wall slid shut behind him and the torches along the arches lit up. Randomly, he began to take books off the shelves, flipping through chapters on astral projection and bi-location.
~Nothing as far as an age limit.~ Destain hummed and tossed the books aside. ~ But it isn't so much his age as the fact that he managed to squeeze out enough power to do it. In part, he was angry that Mozenrath had gone behind his back, but half of him was as proud as a parent with the success of a child. Of course he WANTED Mozenrath to succeed, besides, Mirage would have his head if he didn't. It was just that the little thing was doing it much faster then he could have predicted.
"This is not good." Destain muttered aloud and took out a book of Keltoi mythos. The Kelts and their drui were proficient in the visitation of spirit worlds and speaking with the creatures there. Perhaps he could find a clue...
Destain felt a knot in his throat as he read over their practice of magick. The Kelts, much as they were fighters, were also farmers and miners, using the powers of what they believed to be the earth itself to make their life easier. And, of course, part of that had to do with the changing seasons, moving in the cycle of birth, life, death and re-birth. To keep the seasons in a regular pattern, the drui priests would sometimes use a sexual form of magick."
The words were nothing new to the sorcerer, he'd read this book before many times, but never had it made so much sense. Mozenrath wasn't his first pupil, but he was certainly the first magickal child that Destain had climbed into bed with. The other children he had taken were either mortal or (if sorcery blood), not his taste. Often parents gave their children to him when they were to old to be considered as attractive to him. Mozenrath was the first sorcery born that he'd ever had underneath him, so perhaps, just perhaps, he had something to do with the boys ability to manifest energy better.
~It's not such a crazy idea, after all, Osiris had a golden penis fashioned by his wife Isis, the phallus is depicted on many different statues in other countries. I am no God, but...~ Destain knew it was his ego speaking at the moment, but that didn't mean it was wrong. His masculinity might very well be acting as a battering ram against the dam of Mozenrath's power.
~Perhaps that dam wasn't created entirely from the Abyss, after all, if his previous parents were smart, they have realized that such a large amount of power could easily maim or kill such a small boy. They might have put up blocks on the power themselves, just to make sure that Mozenrath would learn to use his magick a little at a time.~ Destain scratched his head and began to write down his thoughts, determined to keep a record. ~Though how they planned to let his power sieve through I have no idea, and I doubt they planned for his mana to come through the way I'm doing it.~
But that also meant that Destain was going to have to be careful when it came to him taking Mozenrath's body. If he took the boy too much or to hard, he might end up on the bad end of a magickal explosion that could destroy this entire land. He would have to figure out exactly how strong the block was, how long it was meant to hold up, and how the parents planned on letting the energy go. Already he could feel a headache building. He rubbed his temples and continued writing.
He heard a knock on the outer doors of the library and humphed, slamming the large journal shut. He exited through the back shelf and closed the secret passage, keeping his most precious secrets hidden. If Mozenrath was powerful enough that his own power had to be hidden from him, then anything in Destain's private sanctuary could be considered dangerous. He opened the doors and looked down at the eight year old. "Yes? Done already?"
"Yes...Master." Mozenrath said hesitantly. ~Already? It took five hours for me to finish cleaning? Where has he been?~ Truthfully, Mozenrath had been taking every job as slow as possible in order to avoid his further punishment. Sadly, the inevitable is not put off by procrastination.
Destain fingered the ebony locks for a moment, contemplating the rest of Mozenrath's punishment and weighing it against the possibility of his discovery. In the end, there was no choice, he would have to hold off on raping the boy until he discovered the specifics of the dam. But that sweet ,tender body! That frail, innocent frame! Oh surely he had the child of a seductress in his clutches! Just the way those deep black eyes stared at him, braced for anything...
Destain gathered the last bit of self-control and let out a stressed breath. "Go to bed Mozenrath. And be sure to awaken early tomorrow morning."
Mozenrath's face lit up in hope. But, he was still wary. "Master?" he asked.
"I have determined that you need rest more then you do pain. Travel to the astral can be taxing on powers and I need to ready for tomorrows lesson. Go to bed." Destain had to restrain his impulse once again as Mozenrath took the dismissal and ran with it. ~Damn that boy.~ Destain smiled almost light heartedly. He had to admire Mozenrath's spirit.
Rated: NC-17
By Lynn Osburn
Because fanfic.net is horrible about italics and bold and such...
~shall represent a characters thoughts~
: shall represent a dream or vision:
CHAPTER FOUR:
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
Destain didn't rouse him from bed the next morning, or the morning after that. Mozenrath saw only the shadow's coming in and out of the room, leaving vast amounts of food by his bed as well as new clothing made from fine silks and satins. At first, the gifts confused Mozenrath, but his mind was sharp and it was all too clear what his Master was saying with his presents.
Thanks for the lovely evening.
He wanted to refuse the gifts, but he didn't have much of a choice. His clothing from before was stained and torn, and he was starving. The food was better too. Roasted poultry and a variety of fruits as well as mulled wine. Mozenrath couldn't help but feel that Destain had an odd desire to flatter and impress him. In fact he was certain that was part of the reason he was suddenly being spoiled. Now that Destain had had his fun, he was going to make sure his little kitten felt like he was only going to get the best. Once again he was expected to feel grateful for being treated so wonderfully.
Mozenrath tried not to look at his Master on the third day when Destain came to return him to lessons. Unfortunately, every time he turned his head away he could still see Destain's eyes, burrowing into his own. What confused him even further was the fact that now Destain was acting distant and aloof once more. Pretending that Mozenrath was still inferior to him in every way.
It helped him concentrate better to know that things had returned to 'normal'. Despite the 'gifts' and 'flattery', Mozenrath saw no change in the drilling of his magical skills and rigorous training. Within a few hours, he managed to settle comfortably into a thick book about the different levels of the astral plane. Now this was a subject Mozenrath found interesting. It was obvious that his Master was skipping over the finer points of astral travel and metaphysical bodies, apparently Destain knew very little on the subject. But Mozenrath was skipping ahead of his Master's words, reading further along in the chapter.
He kept his mouth shut and looked up from the yellowing pages from time to time at Destain, making sure that the boring lecture was continued, then turned back to read about escaping from the physical body and discovering other worlds. It amazed him to know that there was more then just the apparent around him. Mozenrath read on till he discovered a passage explaining how astral travel was done.
Most of the spell was simple enough. It required a meditative of sedative state of consciousness as well as a physical link to both this world and the world he wished to visit. There was the usual circle of power and gathering of energy, but beyond time consuming, the spell wasn't all that difficult. He'd have to find some sort of relic from the lab upstairs, depending on where he decided to visit. And he'd have to find some way of putting Destain to sleep for a while until he'd completed his journey...
"Are you paying attention little kitten!"
Mozenrath's eyes shot up as he stared into Destain's face. "Yes Master. I was just reading along in the book." He voice didn't quiver, after all, it was what he had been doing. Destain's eyebrow arched for a moment, but he simply sneered and continued with the lesson.
Mozenrath's eyes darted back down to the paragraph. He would need one black candle and one white, both bathed in lavender oil, a knife, three feathers, a pentagram, salt, and something to tie himself down to the physical world. It was going to take him a week at least to get everything together, plus a day or two extra to put a sleep spell over Destain. The sleeping spell wouldn't be too difficult, of course he could always just keep Destain awake for a week till he found the ingredients for travel. But how to keep his Master awake was something Mozenrath did not wish too broad over.
He managed rather well. Over the course of the next week he dug through the basement and dungeon and came up with two only half used candles, one an off yellow color (which would work) and a dark black one which was most likely colored that way from soot collecting. The lavender oil he took from the collection of 'gifts' Destain had given and the knife was easily acquired thanks to Destain's fascination with pain.
The three feathers took him almost three days to get a hold of. Birds were a rarity in the Lands of Eternal Night and when he did finally find the feathers, he was forced to clean them of lice and other parasites. Salt from the kitchen and in a house full of magical artifacts, the pentagram took him less then a minuet to get. Mozenrath had diligently taken silver polish and cleaned the beautifully engraved silver one from the library till it shone.
Mozenrath looked at himself in the reflection on the silver as he began to think of a way to tie him self to the world he was in. He was amazed to see that his reflection was so pale and pasty. He touched his cheek hesitantly for a moment before biting his lip and setting the pentagram down in front of him and following the lines with salt. He took the candles and rubbed them gently in the oils until the warm, relaxing scent filled his nostrils and placed the black one on the left and the white one on the right.
He took the three feathers and tied them on a string around his neck, whispering an incantation to the spirits of flight and guardians of the Air. The feathers rustled and tickled under his chin, even though there was no window open. Mozenrath hummed and smiled slightly, then grounded himself and lay his head on the center of the pentagram. He took the knife in his hand and looked at it for a moment, realizing exactly what the tool was supposed to be used for. Slowly lifting it to his hand, the boy sliced through his heart line, letting the wet blood drip onto the black and white candles.
The moment his blood touched the pure golden-orange flame, it burned a brilliant crimson. The flame jumped higher from its wax prison and began tracing along the five-pointed star, panning barely a centimeter above Mozenrath's nose. He could feel the heat burning in his hand and through his body. It wasn't a painful heat, but rather a warm body kind of heat that made his insides tingly. Slowly, the heat began to mix through his stomach as the lavender continued invading his sense of smell.
Mozenrath was shocked to see the passionate red light erased by a blinding white flame that seemed to radiate from beyond his grasp. Entranced by the beam of purity, he reached out to it with his sliced hand, letting the smooth, cool tendrils caress his fingertips. He hummed in delight, letting the energy vibrate along his skin as its wind lifted his hair and tossed it about.
~This isn't just energy~ Mozenrath sighed as the tendrils began to work over his self-inflicted wound. ~This is pure magick, the stuff that most people never get to see!~ It thrilled him to not only see such power, but to actually be allowed to touch it! Even in all the histories he'd read, no sorcerer had ever had such an illuminating presence allow it self to be touched.
The pain across his palm abated slowly, and Mozenrath didn't have to look to realize that he'd been healed. He heard a gentle voice laugh and looked up, seeing the gentle mists begin to take on human forms. He could vaguely make out both men and women touching his clothing and running their metaphysical fingers through his hair. Mozenrath reached out to one of them, taking her fingers into his hand as she laughed and whispered something he couldn't make out.
He wanted to go in deeper. As he watched the light dance around him, shooting fires of gold and silver, Mozenrath wanted to go with them. They danced further away as he continued to hold onto the woman's hand. She pulled at him teasingly, beckoning him to enter their world. Oh it would be so easy just to stand and lift his feet from the cold marble ground under him. He could just leave behind what Destain had done to him. There was no malice in the star-filled eyes of these astral people. No carnal desire that made him feels dirty and violated. ~Take me with you.~ he whispered with not a breath escaping his lips. ~Please~
The woman opened her mouth to say something, and suddenly screeched in horror. Mozenrath was very physically jerked back into the 'real' world, the dealing noise of the astral woman's scream echoing in his ears. He braced himself out of habit and didn't cringe when Destain's fist slapped against his cheek. "Stupid boy!" the man yelled and picked up Mozenrath by the scruff of his neck.
Mozenrath looked up at Destain and noticed the large bags under his eyes as well as the inkblots from having fallen asleep against the magickal texts he'd been writing when Mozenrath had cast the soporific magick over him. "What did I do?" he said innocently and Destain hit him again.
"You were visiting the astral planes! You stupid, incompetent boy! Do you realize what that place can do to you if your unprepared?" Destain groaned and put a hand to his temples, a side effect of the spell. "And using such a rudimentary magick against me! Oh my poor head will ache for months!" he whined lightly and used a table for support. Despite his better instincts, Mozenrath laughed. He covered his mouth as Destain's head snapped up and those coal black eyes glared at him. "Think it's funny do you boy? Do you think it's funny?" He grabbed several locks of Mozenrath's hair and yanked him up, dislodging several locks. "Whats funny you little worm? Tell me whats so funny!"
"Nothing." Mozenrath whispered. "Nothing!"He screamed as Destain wrenched his head back.
"Do you want a repeat of what I did last time you disobeyed me? I swear I'll do it each night if thats what it takes to bring down your ego!" Destain began pulling Mozenrath's hair until the child had virtually done a back bend with the ground. He waited till he saw tears fall rapidly down Mozenrath's pale cheeks before he let go, flinging his protégé away from him. He wandered over to the area where Mozenrath had cast and 'pinched' the air with a meditative look on his face. He snorted unenthusiastically and looked down at the blood covered candles and pentacle. He bent down and picked up the knife. "Still... you didn't completely botch the ritual. " he rubbed some of the moist blood around with his thumb. "I see you managed to ground yourself firmly and give your being a tie to this plane. Not bad."
Mozenrath rubbed his cheek and held back his vicious commentary. Tears stung his cheek. ~Of course I did it properly you old fossil. You may be a leech but you drilled me well in such a short time.~ "Thank you Master." He said in a deadpan voice. "I-I tried."
"Yes...yes you did try."Destain's voice sounded far away for a split second, but just as quickly it became firm and cruel again. "Of course your minor success does not excuse what you did~ You will begin your punishment by cleaning up this mess, then replace all of the items you used!" He picked at the knife for a moment and hummed. "Then...then you will come to me tonight, for the rest of your punishment."
Mozenrath shivered and stiffened. There was nothing he could say to. "Yes Master." He shook himself off and stood slowly, fingers toying with the palm of his hand. There was no longer a gash there, but instead a small, almost invisible scar that throbbed painlessly. Despite the warm feeling it created when he touched it, Mozenrath hid his joy at having beaten his Master, and walked over to the pile of items.
Destain exited through the door, still staring at the blood covered blade. ~How is it possible? For him to have managed such a difficult bi-location spell at such a young age?~ Destain brooded over it as he walked down the halls to his throne room. A few of the obligatory shadow's followed him at arms length, whispering their questions too him, but he waved them off angrily, not wanting to break his concentration.
~I was at least thirteen before I managed an astral visit, and even then, the inhabitants were not pleased with my presence there.~ Destain was only being half honest with himself. Not only were the Star People unhappy with his visitation into their pure world, but they were down right violent about him leaving. He'd been forced both mentally and metaphysically from the pearly plane and had been unconscious for nearly a week. ~Basterds.~ Destain sneered and wiped clean the blade.
But the real surprise wasn't just that Mozenrath was the youngest one to ever make the journey, it was in the fact that he had been capable of pulling together enough power to do so. ~ Especially with how the Abyss dammed up his energy. How is it possible that he could have started gaining it back so quickly? Perhaps the meditation exercises I've been drilling into his head?~
The question mulled over in his mind as he pulled a silver cord and entered his private library. The wall slid shut behind him and the torches along the arches lit up. Randomly, he began to take books off the shelves, flipping through chapters on astral projection and bi-location.
~Nothing as far as an age limit.~ Destain hummed and tossed the books aside. ~ But it isn't so much his age as the fact that he managed to squeeze out enough power to do it. In part, he was angry that Mozenrath had gone behind his back, but half of him was as proud as a parent with the success of a child. Of course he WANTED Mozenrath to succeed, besides, Mirage would have his head if he didn't. It was just that the little thing was doing it much faster then he could have predicted.
"This is not good." Destain muttered aloud and took out a book of Keltoi mythos. The Kelts and their drui were proficient in the visitation of spirit worlds and speaking with the creatures there. Perhaps he could find a clue...
Destain felt a knot in his throat as he read over their practice of magick. The Kelts, much as they were fighters, were also farmers and miners, using the powers of what they believed to be the earth itself to make their life easier. And, of course, part of that had to do with the changing seasons, moving in the cycle of birth, life, death and re-birth. To keep the seasons in a regular pattern, the drui priests would sometimes use a sexual form of magick."
The words were nothing new to the sorcerer, he'd read this book before many times, but never had it made so much sense. Mozenrath wasn't his first pupil, but he was certainly the first magickal child that Destain had climbed into bed with. The other children he had taken were either mortal or (if sorcery blood), not his taste. Often parents gave their children to him when they were to old to be considered as attractive to him. Mozenrath was the first sorcery born that he'd ever had underneath him, so perhaps, just perhaps, he had something to do with the boys ability to manifest energy better.
~It's not such a crazy idea, after all, Osiris had a golden penis fashioned by his wife Isis, the phallus is depicted on many different statues in other countries. I am no God, but...~ Destain knew it was his ego speaking at the moment, but that didn't mean it was wrong. His masculinity might very well be acting as a battering ram against the dam of Mozenrath's power.
~Perhaps that dam wasn't created entirely from the Abyss, after all, if his previous parents were smart, they have realized that such a large amount of power could easily maim or kill such a small boy. They might have put up blocks on the power themselves, just to make sure that Mozenrath would learn to use his magick a little at a time.~ Destain scratched his head and began to write down his thoughts, determined to keep a record. ~Though how they planned to let his power sieve through I have no idea, and I doubt they planned for his mana to come through the way I'm doing it.~
But that also meant that Destain was going to have to be careful when it came to him taking Mozenrath's body. If he took the boy too much or to hard, he might end up on the bad end of a magickal explosion that could destroy this entire land. He would have to figure out exactly how strong the block was, how long it was meant to hold up, and how the parents planned on letting the energy go. Already he could feel a headache building. He rubbed his temples and continued writing.
He heard a knock on the outer doors of the library and humphed, slamming the large journal shut. He exited through the back shelf and closed the secret passage, keeping his most precious secrets hidden. If Mozenrath was powerful enough that his own power had to be hidden from him, then anything in Destain's private sanctuary could be considered dangerous. He opened the doors and looked down at the eight year old. "Yes? Done already?"
"Yes...Master." Mozenrath said hesitantly. ~Already? It took five hours for me to finish cleaning? Where has he been?~ Truthfully, Mozenrath had been taking every job as slow as possible in order to avoid his further punishment. Sadly, the inevitable is not put off by procrastination.
Destain fingered the ebony locks for a moment, contemplating the rest of Mozenrath's punishment and weighing it against the possibility of his discovery. In the end, there was no choice, he would have to hold off on raping the boy until he discovered the specifics of the dam. But that sweet ,tender body! That frail, innocent frame! Oh surely he had the child of a seductress in his clutches! Just the way those deep black eyes stared at him, braced for anything...
Destain gathered the last bit of self-control and let out a stressed breath. "Go to bed Mozenrath. And be sure to awaken early tomorrow morning."
Mozenrath's face lit up in hope. But, he was still wary. "Master?" he asked.
"I have determined that you need rest more then you do pain. Travel to the astral can be taxing on powers and I need to ready for tomorrows lesson. Go to bed." Destain had to restrain his impulse once again as Mozenrath took the dismissal and ran with it. ~Damn that boy.~ Destain smiled almost light heartedly. He had to admire Mozenrath's spirit.