Chapter 154: 154 – The Lady With A Script 2
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The man was hurt pretty badly, so I did the only thing I could I tended to his wounds.
Don't tell that to anyone that knows me, they'll start saying a prayer to the gods for the poor mans soul, pugilists aren't exactly known for their gentle and tender hands, but I read the script and somehow I knew exactly what to do.
As I looked at him, I thought it would be a pity if he died, he did have a lovely face and a body that could handle any woman, his head might be empty but at least he's pretty.
I wrapped his head in a bandage after I put the cracked bones of his skull in place, it was a strange experience I usually do the cracking part, I never thought about the undoing part.
His hair was a deep and dark crimson, but it was only like that when the sun shone on it, the rest of the time it looked as black as the abyss, as I went down to open his eyes, the blasted script suddenly stopped me.
I swear it's a bitch, I do everything it tells me to do but I can't do as I please, but of course I follow it like always, 'What's so special about his eyes anyway,' I thought with a shrug.
A week slowly passed by as I nursed this strange boy or should I say man to a healthy state as he roused from his week long slumber I looked forward to seeing those eyes that the script warned me against opening, but as he got up he kept his eyes shut.
'Oh, come on,' I wanted to scream, 'Show this lovely lady your eyes, it's the least you could do after someone as beautiful as myself healed you, if other men learned of this they'd wage a war against you for resting your head on my succulent lap,' she wanted to scream but the script hung its words in my mind.
'Just follow the script.'
I hung my head low as I watched the man he was facing me with his eyes held tightly closed, which drove me even more mad and it appeared that he had no intention of opening them anytime soon.
'Seriously just follow the script.'
I forced my self not to call the script a hundred curse's that I invented and waited for the man to speak, the script said that he'd go first.
Sure, enough only seconds passed, and he began to speak.
"Hello my name is Lucian…," he said in a deep and powerful voice and paused while tapping his chin as if he was pondering on something deeply, "That's right my full name is Lucian Vizsalis, it's been a while since I last introduced myself I almost forgot," he said in an amused tone.
'What?' was all I could think, why is his voice so dreamy and what is up with him speaking like he is old and aged, he has no cultivation so he can't be that old, I'd say 25 years at best, well with how chiselled and in shape his body is, I suppose he could have slowed the aging by a decade so maybe thirty but no older.
I wanted to scream out my question, mainly because of the this forsaken script that kept telling me not to say anything, I had a hundred questions I wanted to ask this man, like are you single? even if you aren't I don't mind having a once of thing, and why is your voice so amazing? Also how did you fall from the sky?
But I just couldn't and hey if your annoyed by this script, then welcome to an ounce of my world because I've been living with this since that old foggy mentor of mine tricked me into picking up her mantel.
It's been like 5000 years since then and I don't even have a successor in mind to give this cursed script too.
Then I heard him speaking again but this time his words were still dreamy but well they were rigid and stiff, like he was some sort of amateur actor wait scratch that because the way he was speaking would make amateur actors look like pro's.
"You have saved my life," he said in a powerful and booming voice with an odd nod of his head, it seemed like he was trying to congratulate me for saving him, 'Wait was he trying to kill himself is that why he was so calm in the face of becoming meat splatter?'
"For saving my life I shall reward you…" he seemed to suck in a deep breath and his entire body was shaking as the next words left his mouth, "I shall teach you the sacred art of spell weaving that comes from my world," his voice was so stiff and rigid and it seemed like he was being forced to shove those word out of his mouth.
I couldn't help but think that his actions were oddly familiar but I couldn't place where I saw such behaviour, but most of all I just wanted to burst out laughing, a mere ordinary mortal, thinks that he can teach me something.
I want to berate him for being so audacious, if he knew my identity he'd be grovelling on his knees for my forgiveness, but the script flashed again.
'Just follow the god damn script.'
'Huh', I looked at the words in surprise that's a new response, I've never seen or read of it getting exasperated with my predecessors.
I looked at Lucian Vizsalis curiously, wondering why the script was suddenly being so adamant, it's like it desperately wants this to go well, and wants absolutely no room for things to faulter, but I can't help but notice that Lucians eyes are still shut tight, this curiosity is killing me.
'For the sake of all gods, FOLLOW THE SCRIPT!'
'Holy cows,' the script is totally getting worked up.
'Remember good things happen when you follow the script.'
I sighed in defeat as much as I want to satiate my curiosity I have to follow the script.
That was when Lucian said something that I almost instinctively rejected.
"If I am to teach of spell weaving child, then I must ask you draw me my way lines, in exchange I will tell you a secret of what you call the third accord," I could hear it in his voice the man was struggling not to grind his teeth to dust as he spoke and I can see why he'd be unwilling to say such words.
If I were not so magnanimous I would have killed him on the spot for saying things, I am shocked that a child knows about waylines after all they are the secret to merging two centres of power together.
I know that I have the ingredients on me, the script told me to keep three sets on me, but the ingredients aren't exactly easy to obtain, with the six great civilizations holding such a tight monopoly over them.
Him knowing about waylines is already insane, but now he claims to know about the secrets of the third accord, that even people from the immortal realm hadn't fully grasped, it is just ridiculous.
But most importantly did he just call me little child, he should know that I was around when his Vizsalis family didn't even exist, after all I know all the powers in the mortal realm, so he has to be from some new up and coming family.
Just as I planned to deny his request I surprised my self, "Yes I shall draw your waylines for you," I said in a tone even stiffer than his, as I wanted to cry out in outrage.
I assume you can guess by now why I agreed, it's that mother fucking script, and from his reaction I can tell that he is just as surprised as I am for agreeing to his request.
Something fishy is going on over here and I just can't place my finger on what it is.
Once I said the words he got to his feet and still he kept his eyes shut tight, and began to remove all of his clothing, it wasn't my first time seeing his naked body after all, he would be stinking like crap by now had I not washed him while he was asleep.
But now I got to enjoy a little strip show of my own, but I quickly pouted, this man had he opened his eyes to see my body he would have done everything in his power to give me a good long strip show to entice me, but since he hadn't even snuck a peep at me, he removed his clothes in seconds and sat back down.
It was time for me to begin no matter how unwilling I am, I do not know how to deny the script, it was probably the same for all my predecessors and it will be no different for my successor.
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The man was hurt pretty badly, so I did the only thing I could I tended to his wounds.
Don't tell that to anyone that knows me, they'll start saying a prayer to the gods for the poor mans soul, pugilists aren't exactly known for their gentle and tender hands, but I read the script and somehow I knew exactly what to do.
As I looked at him, I thought it would be a pity if he died, he did have a lovely face and a body that could handle any woman, his head might be empty but at least he's pretty.
I wrapped his head in a bandage after I put the cracked bones of his skull in place, it was a strange experience I usually do the cracking part, I never thought about the undoing part.
His hair was a deep and dark crimson, but it was only like that when the sun shone on it, the rest of the time it looked as black as the abyss, as I went down to open his eyes, the blasted script suddenly stopped me.
I swear it's a bitch, I do everything it tells me to do but I can't do as I please, but of course I follow it like always, 'What's so special about his eyes anyway,' I thought with a shrug.
A week slowly passed by as I nursed this strange boy or should I say man to a healthy state as he roused from his week long slumber I looked forward to seeing those eyes that the script warned me against opening, but as he got up he kept his eyes shut.
'Oh, come on,' I wanted to scream, 'Show this lovely lady your eyes, it's the least you could do after someone as beautiful as myself healed you, if other men learned of this they'd wage a war against you for resting your head on my succulent lap,' she wanted to scream but the script hung its words in my mind.
'Just follow the script.'
I hung my head low as I watched the man he was facing me with his eyes held tightly closed, which drove me even more mad and it appeared that he had no intention of opening them anytime soon.
'Seriously just follow the script.'
I forced my self not to call the script a hundred curse's that I invented and waited for the man to speak, the script said that he'd go first.
Sure, enough only seconds passed, and he began to speak.
"Hello my name is Lucian…," he said in a deep and powerful voice and paused while tapping his chin as if he was pondering on something deeply, "That's right my full name is Lucian Vizsalis, it's been a while since I last introduced myself I almost forgot," he said in an amused tone.
'What?' was all I could think, why is his voice so dreamy and what is up with him speaking like he is old and aged, he has no cultivation so he can't be that old, I'd say 25 years at best, well with how chiselled and in shape his body is, I suppose he could have slowed the aging by a decade so maybe thirty but no older.
I wanted to scream out my question, mainly because of the this forsaken script that kept telling me not to say anything, I had a hundred questions I wanted to ask this man, like are you single? even if you aren't I don't mind having a once of thing, and why is your voice so amazing? Also how did you fall from the sky?
But I just couldn't and hey if your annoyed by this script, then welcome to an ounce of my world because I've been living with this since that old foggy mentor of mine tricked me into picking up her mantel.
It's been like 5000 years since then and I don't even have a successor in mind to give this cursed script too.
Then I heard him speaking again but this time his words were still dreamy but well they were rigid and stiff, like he was some sort of amateur actor wait scratch that because the way he was speaking would make amateur actors look like pro's.
"You have saved my life," he said in a powerful and booming voice with an odd nod of his head, it seemed like he was trying to congratulate me for saving him, 'Wait was he trying to kill himself is that why he was so calm in the face of becoming meat splatter?'
"For saving my life I shall reward you…" he seemed to suck in a deep breath and his entire body was shaking as the next words left his mouth, "I shall teach you the sacred art of spell weaving that comes from my world," his voice was so stiff and rigid and it seemed like he was being forced to shove those word out of his mouth.
I couldn't help but think that his actions were oddly familiar but I couldn't place where I saw such behaviour, but most of all I just wanted to burst out laughing, a mere ordinary mortal, thinks that he can teach me something.
I want to berate him for being so audacious, if he knew my identity he'd be grovelling on his knees for my forgiveness, but the script flashed again.
'Just follow the god damn script.'
'Huh', I looked at the words in surprise that's a new response, I've never seen or read of it getting exasperated with my predecessors.
I looked at Lucian Vizsalis curiously, wondering why the script was suddenly being so adamant, it's like it desperately wants this to go well, and wants absolutely no room for things to faulter, but I can't help but notice that Lucians eyes are still shut tight, this curiosity is killing me.
'For the sake of all gods, FOLLOW THE SCRIPT!'
'Holy cows,' the script is totally getting worked up.
'Remember good things happen when you follow the script.'
I sighed in defeat as much as I want to satiate my curiosity I have to follow the script.
That was when Lucian said something that I almost instinctively rejected.
"If I am to teach of spell weaving child, then I must ask you draw me my way lines, in exchange I will tell you a secret of what you call the third accord," I could hear it in his voice the man was struggling not to grind his teeth to dust as he spoke and I can see why he'd be unwilling to say such words.
If I were not so magnanimous I would have killed him on the spot for saying things, I am shocked that a child knows about waylines after all they are the secret to merging two centres of power together.
I know that I have the ingredients on me, the script told me to keep three sets on me, but the ingredients aren't exactly easy to obtain, with the six great civilizations holding such a tight monopoly over them.
Him knowing about waylines is already insane, but now he claims to know about the secrets of the third accord, that even people from the immortal realm hadn't fully grasped, it is just ridiculous.
But most importantly did he just call me little child, he should know that I was around when his Vizsalis family didn't even exist, after all I know all the powers in the mortal realm, so he has to be from some new up and coming family.
Just as I planned to deny his request I surprised my self, "Yes I shall draw your waylines for you," I said in a tone even stiffer than his, as I wanted to cry out in outrage.
I assume you can guess by now why I agreed, it's that mother fucking script, and from his reaction I can tell that he is just as surprised as I am for agreeing to his request.
Something fishy is going on over here and I just can't place my finger on what it is.
Once I said the words he got to his feet and still he kept his eyes shut tight, and began to remove all of his clothing, it wasn't my first time seeing his naked body after all, he would be stinking like crap by now had I not washed him while he was asleep.
But now I got to enjoy a little strip show of my own, but I quickly pouted, this man had he opened his eyes to see my body he would have done everything in his power to give me a good long strip show to entice me, but since he hadn't even snuck a peep at me, he removed his clothes in seconds and sat back down.
It was time for me to begin no matter how unwilling I am, I do not know how to deny the script, it was probably the same for all my predecessors and it will be no different for my successor.
The man was hurt pretty badly, so I did the only thing I could I tended to his wounds. Don't tell that to anyone that knows me, they'll start saying a prayer to the gods for the poor mans soul, pugilists aren't exactly known for their gentle and tender hands, but I read the script and somehow I knew exactly what to do. As I looked at him, I thought it would be a pity if he died, he did have a lovely face and a body that could handle any woman, his head might be empty but at least he's pretty. I wrapped his head in a bandage after I put the cracked bones of his skull in place, it was a strange experience I usually do the cracking part, I never thought about the undoing part. His hair was a deep and dark crimson, but it was only like that when the sun shone on it, the rest of the time it looked as black as the abyss, as I went down to open his eyes, the blasted script suddenly stopped me. I swear it's a bitch, I do everything it tells me to do but I can't do as I please, but of course I follow it like always, 'What's so special about his eyes anyway,' I thought with a shrug. A week slowly passed by as I nursed this strange boy or should I say man to a healthy state as he roused from his week long slumber I looked forward to seeing those eyes that the script warned me against opening, but as he got up he kept his eyes shut. 'Oh, come on,' I wanted to scream, 'Show this lovely lady your eyes, it's the least you could do after someone as beautiful as myself healed you, if other men learned of this they'd wage a war against you for resting your head on my succulent lap,' she wanted to scream but the script hung its words in my mind. 'Just follow the script.' I hung my head low as I watched the man he was facing me with his eyes held tightly closed, which drove me even more mad and it appeared that he had no intention of opening them anytime soon. 'Seriously just follow the script.' I forced my self not to call the script a hundred curse's that I invented and waited for the man to speak, the script said that he'd go first. Sure, enough only seconds passed, and he began to speak. "Hello my name is Lucian," he said in a deep and powerful voice and paused while tapping his chin as if he was pondering on something deeply, "That's right my full name is Lucian Vizsalis, it's been a while since I last introduced myself I almost forgot," he said in an amused tone. 'What?' was all I could think, why is his voice so dreamy and what is up with him speaking like he is old and aged, he has no cultivation so he can't be that old, I'd say 25 years at best, well with how chiselled and in shape his body is, I suppose he could have slowed the aging by a decade so maybe thirty but no older. I wanted to scream out my question, mainly because of the this forsaken script that kept telling me not to say anything, I had a hundred questions I wanted to ask this man, like are you single? even if you aren't I don't mind having a once of thing, and why is your voice so amazing? Also how did you fall from the sky? But I just couldn't and hey if your annoyed by this script, then welcome to an ounce of my world because I've been living with this since that old foggy mentor of mine tricked me into picking up her mantel. It's been like 5000 years since then and I don't even have a successor in mind to give this cursed script too. Then I heard him speaking again but this time his words were still dreamy but well they were rigid and stiff, like he was some sort of amateur actor wait scratch that because the way he was speaking would make amateur actors look like pro's. "You have saved my life," he said in a powerful and booming voice with an odd nod of his head, it seemed like he was trying to congratulate me for saving him, 'Wait was he trying to kill himself is that why he was so calm in the face of becoming meat splatter?' "For saving my life I shall reward you" he seemed to suck in a deep breath and his entire body was shaking as the next words left his mouth, "I shall teach you the sacred art of spell weaving that comes from my world," his voice was so stiff and rigid and it seemed like he was being forced to shove those word out of his mouth. I couldn't help but think that his actions were oddly familiar but I couldn't place where I saw such behaviour, but most of all I just wanted to burst out laughing, a mere ordinary mortal, thinks that he can teach me something. I want to berate him for being so audacious, if he knew my identity he'd be grovelling on his knees for my forgiveness, but the script flashed again. 'Just follow the god damn script.' 'Huh', I looked at the words in surprise that's a new response, I've never seen or read of it getting exasperated with my predecessors. I looked at Lucian Vizsalis curiously, wondering why the script was suddenly being so adamant, it's like it desperately wants this to go well, and wants absolutely no room for things to faulter, but I can't help but notice that Lucians eyes are still shut tight, this curiosity is killing me. 'For the sake of all gods, FOLLOW THE SCRIPT!' 'Holy cows,' the script is totally getting worked up. 'Remember good things happen when you follow the script.' I sighed in defeat as much as I want to satiate my curiosity I have to follow the script. That was when Lucian said something that I almost instinctively rejected. "If I am to teach of spell weaving child, then I must ask you draw me my way lines, in exchange I will tell you a secret of what you call the third accord," I could hear it in his voice the man was struggling not to grind his teeth to dust as he spoke and I can see why he'd be unwilling to say such words. If I were not so magnanimous I would have killed him on the spot for saying things, I am shocked that a child knows about waylines after all they are the secret to merging two centres of power together. I know that I have the ingredients on me, the script told me to keep three sets on me, but the ingredients aren't exactly easy to obtain, with the six great civilizations holding such a tight monopoly over them. Him knowing about waylines is already insane, but now he claims to know about the secrets of the third accord, that even people from the immortal realm hadn't fully grasped, it is just ridiculous. But most importantly did he just call me little child, he should know that I was around when his Vizsalis family didn't even exist, after all I know all the powers in the mortal realm, so he has to be from some new up and coming family. Just as I planned to deny his request I surprised my self, "Yes I shall draw your waylines for you," I said in a tone even stiffer than his, as I wanted to cry out in outrage. I assume you can guess by now why I agreed, it's that mother fucking script, and from his reaction I can tell that he is just as surprised as I am for agreeing to his request. Something fishy is going on over here and I just can't place my finger on what it is. Once I said the words he got to his feet and still he kept his eyes shut tight, and began to remove all of his clothing, it wasn't my first time seeing his naked body after all, he would be stinking like crap by now had I not washed him while he was asleep. But now I got to enjoy a little strip show of my own, but I quickly pouted, this man had he opened his eyes to see my body he would have done everything in his power to give me a good long strip show to entice me, but since he hadn't even snuck a peep at me, he removed his clothes in seconds and sat back down. It was time for me to begin no matter how unwilling I am, I do not know how to deny the script, it was probably the same for all my predecessors and it will be no different for my successor.
