WARNING
there will be sexual abuse and underage intercource
there will be a warrning when its going to be mentioned and location skip.
First POV
Empires, great cities they rise and fall some fall spectacularly and thus recorded in History others don't have that luxury and are simply forgotten with time. People are the same, unless you have a cult following you are forgotten. As an immortal being, its hard to retain any connections as with all humans they die. Even the long lived pass on eventually.
There was once a man, full of greed and envy. This man was a wizard, a being capable of weilding the mystic energies of the world. Even though the could do unimaginable feats with his ability, he wanted more he wanted eternal life. So he comited a terrible sin, he created me. He had experamented on all manor of creatures most magical. his final test was on me, at the age of five he bought me for a gold coin from my parents. He said to me that I had had a gift and he would teach me how to weild it. He taught me how to read and write so that he could record his findings and later replicate what he on his next test. I would sit on a table and write what I saw as he tortured many souls.
13, I was thirteen when I was first put on his table, he conducted many if not all his successful tests. It was painfull, runic symbols were carved into my skull enhanceing my mind. The symbols expanded my compression, it also had the added benefit of improving my ability to weild Magick. He then told me to learn the process and do it to him. It was successful and he became virtually unstoppable. They called him sycophant after his self-flattering ways.
My task afterward was to record and document his expirience, he soon turned it into a book and stored it saying perhaps someone will come in need of his knowledge and make use of it. As a chronicler of his actions I became known as the scribe of obsequi, a follower. My worth attached itself to him, my master. None of the achievements I made were mine, everything belonged to him including my body.
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Master would use my body for sexual gratification whenever he pleased, when he felt the urge he would grab me by the neck and force me to my knees and proceed to shove his cock into my mouth untill he was releaved. It all began when I was eight, he was growing increasingly frustrated with his lack of progress on a set of ruins. He yelled for me to remove my garments and lay down on his cot. I knew what was about to happen, he has said that to multiple girls and women and even boys for the sake of his rituals. He shoved his cock into me with one painfull thrust and allowed the blood of my nether regons act as lubricant for his desires. Since then I became his toy.
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As time went on his quest for immortality raged and his experiments lived shorter lives. At the age of seventeen I wad placed on his table once again. He realized that once a core matured it could no longer be enhanced or manipulated so before mine could he opened my chest and carved ruins into my heart connecting my brain magic and heart to a Phoenix and a unicorn. Magick was not happy with the death of her precious children and cursed him, my master to eternal agony. I on the other hand was released from my oaths and was allowed to roam free.
As an immortal being watching those around you die while you are stuck and can't do the same is heart wrenching. When I was released I didnt know about my inability to age, that is untill I fell in love with a man. His name was Freedrick, he was beautiful soul who was loved by magic. When he died I cursed magic, and she responed telling how I can finally die.
I traveled around the world writing down what I saw and immortalizing men and women in my writing. hoping one of them would be the one to finally end my curse, a Phoenix has many lives and many of the souls I witnessed being extinguished including many of the creatures he killed were my burden. Only untill I save and immortalize just as many souls will my curse be lifted and my life may come to an end. Untill then all I can do is save who I can and write about their lives.
