Magi and Djinn World Tour- Student of the Dark Arts-
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Chapter 18: Clouds and Leaning Sunshine
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Ignito didn't act, he simply waited, watching as John took the kid through the house with Jen's wounds being tended to by Chas. Zee was there no sooner after, her uniform as ruffled as the day's end. "Another dismissal. We erased the video of him doing this. Edits were…" She swallowed. "I'm sorry. Raku was in danger and I didn't know…but I-
"Much to be done, Zatanna." Chas shook his head with Jen sighing in a similar light. "Fucking vamps? It used a lot more magic than would qualify it. L –
"Don't." Zee stopped the sassy blonde. "One name opens doorways. Keep this one, shut. For now…"
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John clicked the door to the House shut. There was only one way and he refused to ….
He saw the chain around Raku's neck as Ignito made his way to the sofa that John was going to place the boy onto. Surrounded by doorways, he further went down the hall and found the small library that Raku had come to make his own. The rug was a gateway of intuitive thought as Ignito followed behind.
Spectral, waiting.
"This, feels uncouth. I can't-
~ Of course not. You made our promise to the young lord to treat him as human as you wished. And did we not warn you of this? This, implication, it was bound to bite someone with the venom of an asp to the stories told. In fact…you might let him rest here, while I open a page or two –
"Ignito." Sighed John, head bowed as he spoke in a murmured voice, " Why can't he tell me, about their time together?"
~ Reins of the old kingdom. Maybe, he wishes to never speak of those times again. Can you blame my lord fir wanting to relieve new fats as the pupil of the great, "John Constantine." ~
"Then you tell me, you bleeding tell me why Lothos is such a bogey man to this child?"
The specter hummed. ~ Do you really wish to see? I have a few pages of that same book, yet cannot activate its records.~
John's mouth fell open. " All this time?? That vampire had the same book! Maybe there were more –
~ That one my lord carries is cursed. We cannot open it, because. Roku wished it never remain that way. Closed, is best.~ The spirit drifted as he went to the space in his world and pulled out a book as red and black as fore and obsidian slates.
~ This book, is one of many. It will give you a glimpse if you are, adept enough to seek the very way at destroying the first red King from your home. What I only warn against, is speaking to the boy about that cretin.~
"He can't hide anymore. Amber has to be this "kin" that vampire told us about in his lair. Was it? Was he not crafting a web to drag me into? What magic was that??"
~ HE.~ Ignito cut off, ~ He, stole power. Leached it from my lord, and so….that is why he remains a sorcerer. He did have powers, not as my lord. Time magic, illusion, transformation, transmutation. He could be a warlock, not just a seeker of maidens.~
"He….they both did…" John bit his lip, standing to pace the small room as Raku lay slumbering. " Vanity. Greed. Lust." Growled John. "Lil's version of a prefect family."
~ I think, it is time to envision something a bit less, diabolical. ~
" It was, her agenda-
The flash of light had John cover his eyes with his arms, as Ignito did as Lothos had said, and dragged John directly into the volume where the red vamp took the boy's innocence.
Changed him, into a recurrent threat.
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The book showed a past and a caravan. On this trek across oceanic scenes playing in their heads, was a royal duchess and her young servant. That was what it might have looked like as John raised his eyes to see Lilith toying with a lock of Raku's tied back mane as he leaned into his window seat of the carriage. Away from her? Not likely.
John cringed as the witch took her time, the bumpy ride doing no great deed to keep them that much closer.
"This Count owns a great deal of land, servants and the lot. You'll be sure to behave while I'm here on business of my own. Dearest, pet?"
Raku must have taken down a gulp, though swallowed it.
She frowned, pulling his cheeks to turn his head while bruising with nails as claws. "You need not look farther on. We will stay. You shall entice this lord to train ye in the demon arts of my respect. There is only us, no one may touch you."
"I've….been –
She threw his face into the glass as yelped, holding it to heal, to get the ice im his hands to work overtime before their arrival. John saw this and was blistering mad. Abuse? It looked as if their friction was –
"I only touched you once, yet ye shant bow to any maiden so fair. It must be that fag – blood of ye." She smirked.
Right. Raku was asexual and also gay. He didn't like the fact women could touch him.
It was sex disgust that Lil loathed. She had touched him, her grip pulling him down as she dragged the boy to her lap and made his eyes stay open for a peck.
John turned his ears to the other window. The fact that Lil was tempted by the flesh of youth was a demonic thing. She was once a spoiled princess that had lost her crown, her reign ending when she brought plagues of sexual disease into the realm of man fir the very first time. Ishtar. Astarte was the later counterpart, of War and love. Ishtar….Was the earlier face of Inanna. The one aspect that had been taunted by the spirit of Ishtar to let Raku fall under her watch.
He was a child of poverty, then he'd died to reign in the netherworld as an heir, then…then only.
Raku, was tricked by Lil to join her when things didn't go so well between his father and teachers in the Dune Capital. His greatest downfall, as the carriage rode on. As Lilith groomed her pupil to stay at her hand, below her. He was so small, and it made sense. Raku was the same age as he looked in John's world as he did at this exact passage of time.
It was not a coincidence. Psychological, as Ignito might only add. Where was the bloke fae, anyway?
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The two left the carriage as Raku carried on beside his lady. His teacher in how to be cruel and wicked. If he had been molested earlier by her, was this the result of her training? Make his misery grow to erase what she didn't want to exist?
Truly evil, so what was Ignito saying by "less sinister?" Was villainous sadism not just that? It was wacko, horrid…
"May I announce to thee, Count Lothos of the house of Veldselvantil. Son of Estben Veldselvantil and Lottilette Grevnorak Veldselvantil."
In regal black and amber, it made sense, yet his eyes. Red and his face, pale. Glass like. His hair was long, well down his back as wings or an extension of a cape, brightly shaded.
John mused at those names. They sounded false, as if this entire stance was a ruse. It didn't exist on his plane, yet the past? Couldn't be…
"Please to make your acquaintance." Raku and she both bowed, treating this as a petty get-together. "His lordship will require time alone, then?"
The attendant was shoed as Raku remained with the eyes of Lothos upon his little frame of a half mortal. "That boy, is he….not one of us?"
His voice and accent reached a learn to his interest in the situation. He had ears to hear. Eyes to focus, as Lilu looked to be in a flirtatious mood. Her lips were as red as the Count's eyes, as Raku's bloodshot glances at the long hall rug.
John swiped himself halfway back as the ghosts of the past did nothing to make him think this situation a happier occasion. It was about to turn into ….
A den of sorrows.
John saw the boy walk along reluctantly with Lothos calm and beckoning. He looked, fond, soft. Raku was a frightened child after all, and Lily was his fear ally from the planes of another sinner's past.
"Come. There is much we may discuss. In private." He waved off the staff as they buried themselves in work, there also being a woman by the wall with a feather duster. She looked at Raku very suggestively. Lothos, might have sneered.
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Tasting failure made his knees weak as the chefs prepared a feast by the night's evening light. As candles flickered inside the Count's home, Raku shrunk inti his seat and did not try to test Lilu. Due to their connection, what came next was John's arm. Burning. That brand, it had no say in when the boy had left it- only that bound, he heard the child'sake thoughts and was close to spilling the huts of two demon at this glorious table top's display.
" Lady Lil? Might I-
"You may not." Lilu shut down the child's plea as John heard the internal dialogue. Yet not of Raku, of Lothos and Lil, telepathically through an ancient speak.
~ That boy is simply perfect for my experiment, malady! Do tell me, he oozes the son of a god from his bones I've seen a dragon behind that mask. Are you hoping to set it free? Why not let me help?~
~That will come. There is, an uprising of rebels to the north. I must question if letting my child stay as your pupil in these killing arts is, wisest…~
~ Nay, so. Malady. You know me! The boy is family. As are you…he will do nothing of what I say, not without…your persuasion –
~ Hell be still and cold, Lothos. I know ye, ye of a red lipped fatigue. Do you fancy a sip of my own?~
~I confess, I should. Your parting wkth the fool, Al – Andalusi. He was your puppet all the longer more?~
~ He became it, for his own folly in trying to take what was mine.~ Sge dug a fork into her beef as Raku flinched at his plate. ~ He is scrawny. Do you feed the boy?~
~ I drain his hope day by day.~ Lilu answered. ~ He eats like a king, yet his Djinn bastard blood makes him fine as silk under my touch. It I fear, is why he hath rejected me to turn him, but ye? You, Lord Lothos~
The red headed lord leaned to her, ear by ear in a set of silent closing statements.
~ You, might be the one to crack the youngling shell. He prefers….the male body, over mine. And I have tried to warp my image. I took only a chance to have his cum consumed. It did nothing. He cannot turn if he cannot succumb, you understand?~
~ I do, so then. I must, make him my mistress only in the night, take him as you failed….by all means!~ Lothos sighed, speaking normally as John stood ghastly to what he'd read of their talk. Of their plans to corrupt by diabolical fucking means!!
~ He turns, we win against the Ethereal. Those and the Immortal will understand why this war was fought over one soul. Their king, in near time."
Raku took a glance up as Lilu patted his head. "Eat now, child. You have been very good as you are."
Grooming, John paced as a phantom while keeping an eye on the three as they dined. At the way Lothos worked his wine glass, winking at the boy with those eyes of a red ruby madness.
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By bedding hour, Lothos was in his room, the woman coming to call, not being Lilu or the child.
It was the maid from before, making cues with her face of some "attraction" to the young student under his watch.
"Your lips will not spake, Marceline." She was strung up, whipped as her noises never pierced the walls. Magic, or just proper construction. His own room, you'd think it would flow down to the guest rooms in sharp yells.
John watched and winced at each hit of the whip to her side. Her cream white breast. She looked to be southern European yet was fair, mind for her hair as dark as night then, he saw her throat. Marks catered to her disgraceful position as a blood bank for the Count. "Tend to them as any other, yet if you EVER wag a finger in HIS direction, ever once? I will gobble you whole, my dear…"
His form swapped to that of a beast. So, his power then was not Raku's... A warlock and Vampire…maybe, he was a demonic entity after all…
" Y- yes….m- m- my l- - lord…." She gasped as he dragged his claws over her back, cock lined up as she was entered, bleeding down to her ankles as it never seemed to end. All…into the night, with a shout of agony, he cane, while swirls of her youthful energy entered his lips. "I drink as I gain strength, we Incubi have –
John knew. Incubus! That was how!
Illusion magic.
His connection to Lilu.
The connective thread to vampire lore.
Lothos, was a walking Incubus, not a male bastard searching for only blood to feast upon. Maybe a hybrid kind, as old and as ancient as a mixed breed in Lilu's lifetime.
Lothos watch the maid grow hallow and pale before she recovered herself. As Marceline gripped the wall and slipped back on her robes, he opened a secret passage and she took off. The door then, there soon came another knock.
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