Bolkrid's Journey

Chapter One – Love Then Loss


Mardox (A 15 year old teen with: shockingly bright blue eyes, naturally electric blue hair, and un-sunned skin) walked out of the steamy shower and grabbed a black towel off a shelf and started drying himself beginning with his hair. He then dropped the towel into a basket, containing the previous four days of towels and clothes, and walked over to his bed in the nude showing that his skin was all the same tone of pale white. He being slightly buff and very handsome, with a slight point structured into the top. When he reached his bed, he picked up the pair of tight black silk boxers and pulled them up his smooth legs. He picked up the black leather pants and pulled them up over the silk boxers. He then picked up a black shirt and buttoned it on. He went to pick up his weapon and item belt when he felt hands slide around his waist and unbuttoned his pants. Mardox gently grabbed the hands and raised them to his now silk-covered chest.
\"Not now Bolkrid, I must go feed.\" Mardox replied to a breath of a slight sigh of disappointment, \"I\'m out of blood and I haven\'t been out as much as I would\'ve liked to this past week and a half.\"
\"I know, but I can\'t get you off my mind,\" Bolkrid replied in a slight whine in his deep luminous voice.
Mardox then slowly turned around, with Bolkrid\'s hands still around him, and zipped and buttoned himself. He pulled Bolkrid into a deep passionate kiss, sliding his tongue into Bolkrid\'s mouth causing them both to become a little horny, Bolkrid\'s penis becoming a very hard erection making his crotch area of his tight, dark blue leather pants to bulge out. Mardox pulled out of the kiss to hear Bolkrid grunt in disappointment.
\"I could feed later, seeing that it is only dusk,\" Mardox quickly thought to himself.
Mardox then reached behind Bolkrid and turned his back towards the bed while pulling his dark blue, pullover, silk shirt, and pushing him onto the bed. Bolkrid leaned up and started unbuttoning Mardox\'s black silk shirt while Mardox leaned forward and pulled Bolkrid into another deep, passionate kiss. Finally completing unbuttoning the shirt, Bolkrid slid it off, and threw it on the floor beside the bed revealing the clean, smooth, pale skin of Mardox\'s chest and six-pack. Mardox moved his hands down Bolkrid\'s slightly tanned chest and slightly less apparent six-pack down to the brim of his pants. Unbuttoning the dark blue leather pants revealing dark blue silk boxers with a hard lump in the center almost breaching the top of the boxers. Mardox pulled out of the kiss, pulled down Bolkrid’s pants past his feet, and threw it next to his shirt on the floor. And crawled back up on top of Bolkrid and started to lick his left nipple, then he bit down and started to suck tasting the salt of his skin. Mardox stopped sucking when Bolkrid grabbed Mardox around the waist and they rolled them both over to where Bolkrid was on top. Bolkrid then went to Mardox\'s neck and sucked creating a patch of deathly white skin. Sliding down between Mardox\'s legs, Bolkrid began messaging the crevice between the penis and inner thigh, knowing that it would have a little more stimulation to give Mardox a erection (unlike Bolkrid\'s almost all day erection and horniness). Feeling the black leather pants in the crotch area tighten indicating that Bolkrid had awakened the erection he wanted. He unbuttoned Mardox\'s pants and pulled them and his boxers down and off piling them on the floor, and then crawling up to Mardox’s slightly raised, hard erection. Bolkrid reached around Mardox\'s waist resting his hand on Mardox\'s left cheek before inserting his middle finger. Mardox jerked as he felt the cold of Bolkrid\'s sapphire ring on the skin between his cheeks. Bolkrid then inserted Mardox\'s erection in his mouth and started moving his head up and down in a slight fast movement that was very pleasing sending shivers of pleasure through Mardox. Bolkrid then started to move his finger in and out with a slight wiggle, sending many waves of pleasure through Mardox making his breathing heated. Bolkrid lifted his head off Mardox and started to lick the top of his penis making him jerk with more pleasure. Mardox leaned forward, grabbed Bolkrid, and pulled him up into a very passionate kiss using lots of tongue. Mardox then grabbed Bolkrid around the waist and pulled him up taking one more hand off Bolkrid’s waist and positioned his erection and slowly set Bolkrid down on it so when they came into contact Mardox\'s erection slid into Bolkrid\'s butt. Bolkrid then pulled out of the kiss and pressed his hands up against Mardox\'s tonal, hairless chest and started to raise and lower his butt making Mardox\'s penis slide in and out of Bolkrid, but making his breath to become heated again along with Bolkrid\'s breathing becoming heated too. Mardox then reached down and grabbed Bolkrid\'s still hard penis and started to slowly move his hands up and down the boner making Bolkrid tilt his head back and moan slightly, releasing the overflowing pressure building up inside of him. Mardox let go of Bolkrid\'s erection leaned forward, grabbing Bolkrid by the shoulders and flipped him over quickly. Bolkrid knowing what to do and quickly crawling into the doggy position, feeling Mardox crawl on top of him, he grabbed one of the black, silk pillows with a dark blue diagonal line around it. Bolkrid bit down on the pillow as Mardox inserted his penis into Bolkrid\'s ass and started to slowly slide it in and out. Then sliding one hand from Bolkrid\'s shoulder, Mardox slid it down Bolkrid’s back, down to his nice, firm ass, squeezing it a little before sliding his hand around the waist. Grabbing hold of Bolkrid\'s still present erection, Mardox started to beat him feeling the hard muscle underneath the external skin he was moving up and down the erection making heat between his hand and the erection.
Mardox pulled his penis out of Bolkrid\'s ass and pushed him into the mattress. Bolkrid flipped on his back to see Mardox leaning on the frame of the bathroom door, beckoning him to come, and disappeared into the bathroom slightly closing the door behind him. Bolkrid sighed and got up. Walking towards the bathroom, he heard that the shower was running. An image of Mardox standing nude in the shower flashed back to him and he smiled. Bolkrid then walked into the bathroom and the outline of a man through the steam and foggy glass doors at the shower. Bolkrid walked up to the shower door and was about to open it when he heard the bathroom door slam behind him and he realized that he was falling through air and not through the shower doors until he softly landed in a warm pool of water with the sound of a small waterfall nearby. Hearing the soft splash of a perfect dive and turned towards it, also realizing that he was floating without wading and his feet were not on any sort of ground. Bolkrid started to panic a little, but was pulled under the surface by the waist.
A hand reached out and put an index finger and the middle fingers across his lips. Bolkrid saw the familiar ring on the middle finger as they were laid across his lips, the silver ring with the obsidian stone they had a rune claimed that all property marked by it was Mardox\'s. Bolkrid relaxed; his panic lost erection quickly came back. The fingers on his lips warned and shocked him. His mouth started tingling along with his nose and ears.
\"It\'s okay. This place is safe and secret, known only by me and now you.\" Mardox\'s sentence became as clear as crystal as the tingling lessened.
Mardox moved the hand on Bolkrid\'s mouth down across his chest and around his waist grabbing his butt. Mardox then inserted Bolkrid\'s new, clean erection into his mouth, gradually making it a deep-throated blowjob. Bolkrid was holding his breath because he was under, felt his lung start to hurt and his wanting to moan. Mardox stopped giving Bolkrid the deep blowjob.
\"It\'s ok. You can breath.\" Mardox said. \"Trust me!\"
Bolkrid exhaled and hesitantly inhaled expecting water, but he received air. He started to resume the deep-throated blowjob.
A light blue spark, a little lighter than the tint of the water, flew towards the unseen depths of the hot spring. Bubbles started floating up from below and it started to freak Bolkrid out. Mardox put a calming, gentle hand on Bolkrid\'s hairless navel, calming his nerves and movements making t blowjob go smoother. The bubbles grew in intensity and volume. Suddenly stopping, Mardox stopped giving Bolkrid the deep-throated blowjob just before they were hit by something from below.
\"Shit,\" Bolkrid said in response.
\"It\'s just a bed.\" Mardox chuckled as they broke the surface of the lake.
The soaking bed dried in a fraction of a second. Mardox flipped Bolkrid onto his back and started to play with Bolkrid\'s penis because it had gone flaccid. Bolkrid\'s penis quickly became an erection, as he knew that Mardox would be acting differently if there were danger. Mardox then crawled on top of Bolkrid leaning down and shoving his tongue passionately down Bolkrid\'s throat, then pulling out at the kiss Mardox leaned in towards Bolkrid\'s neck making him flinch because he was not an ordinary human. He was a mage, and he had the traits of a vampire that he himself magically infused his body with. He knew this because Mardox had preformed this ceremony/ritual halfway through their relationship of 16 years (at the age of 15, making him age one year for every 100 years.) and Bolkrid being a normal human at the age of 18.
Mardox lifted his lips off Bolkrid\'s neck, leaving a slight reddish and purple mark of a hickey. Sitting up, Mardox positioned himself and inserted Bolkrid\'s large, hard erection. Fully sitting down so where Mardox\'s butt cheeks were resting on top of an area surrounding Bolkrid\'s erection. Mardox moving his whole body up and down slowly sliding over Bolkrid\'s erection making the bed wobble, unusually causing no ripples. Bolkrid noticed this and that no ripple or current came from the falls. Bolkrid grabbed Mardox by the waist, lifted his body, and flipped him into the water. Bolkrid stood up on the bed and dived into the water on the opposite side of the bed, from Mardox, facing the waterfall. He began swimming deep under the water’s surface and towards the silent, calming waterfall.
Mardox took this as a little game of hard to get and chased after. A brief shadow appeared in the farthest corner of Mardox’s vision, which was odd to Mardox seeing that he created this place to be bright and the water to be perfectly clear and still with the great warmth of the hot spring fed waterfall. The shadow was gone before the thought of turning his head to investigate had crossed Mardox’s mind. Then a feeling knotted Mardox’s gut and he muttered something in a strange ancient language while gesturing towards the waterfall. Bolkrid’s body suddenly jerked and was forced through the waterfall and through a section of rock behind the waterfall. Before he tried to brace himself for impact he landed in a large, comfortable, black, reading chair. An instant later Mardox appeared next to the reading chair and gestured towards a door where the section of rock that Bolkrid had been forced through.
Bolkrid then realized that Mardox stood in the clothes that he had taken off of him in the bedroom but with a coat of black mythril chain mail on. He had a serious look in his eyes and an edge of anger about his presence causing his eyes to have a lavender tint to them. Bolkrid had never seen Mardox like this before but he knew Mardox was read for a fight.
Mardox flung his hand towards Bolkrid and the other to some unknown location; he then muttered, “Ulshk twy Ind mlisnk tnrolm.” And Bolkrid’s clothes and appeared along with his sword, dark blur coat of mythril chain mail, a sword belt also containing a dagger.
Bolkrid took them and quickly dressed his erection long since subdues and unneeded.
“What is going on?” Bolkrid asked as he finished equipping his sword belt and keeping his sword unsheathed in one hand. He traced the blade with his other hand pausing on a symbol inscription; this slightly glowed blue with a hint of lavender indicating that the symbol was a rune that is connected to Mardox the creator. Then he grabbed the blade and ran his hand over the hilt that had dark sapphires set into it along with polished obsidian stone bands in between each set sapphire, ending with a smooth sapphire spherical hilt butt.
“We are under attack.” Mardox replied when Bolkrid finished his inspection.
“By who?”
“I don’t know.” Mardox replied as he walked over to a bookshelf section on the east wall of the room behind a rather large library desk. He pulled on a plain looking book and the bookshelf slid back into the wall and disappeared to the right.
“Go down six floors and get onto that floor, go down that hall past twenty doors and go into the twenty-first door. From inside the room lock the door behind you by tapping the door with this wand, then pull the book ‘Anal Adventures’ and go behind the self and press the left floor stone as you enter to close the self behind you.”
“Why?” Bolkrid asked memorizing the instructions.
“Because you will be safe there.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if I go and help you?”
“No, I can’t lose you.” Mardox said while placing his hand gently on Bolkrid’s shoulder. “You’re too important and precious to me.”
Bolkrid ran through the opening because he and Mardox have been together long enough to trust each other.
“I will come for you.” Mardox said before he closed the opening putting locking, protection, dispelling, and concealing spells onto the shelf in case he couldn’t prevent the thing from getting past him, if it were after Bolkrid.
Mardox then waved his hand at the door and the blue gleam from the spells he set on it, from when he first entered the room, disappeared. He ran through it placing the same set of spells onto the wall behind him.
Mardox sensed the intruder but he could not see it. He shouted a spell and flung his hands out gesturing to the expanse of water. The water disappeared and became a field. He still couldn’t see the enemy. He realized that the intruder was a mage and was cloaking himself inside an invisibility spell and they had a lot of experience behind their belt. He then realized that the presence was getting stronger and the knots in his stomach were tightening. He now knew that the mage was after him and not Bolkrid, at least for the moment, and closing in.
Mardox screwed his eyes closed and started concentrating hard while chanting, “Mwolsh Marlk tryz Grluzk.” Three times. A violet aura appeared around a human looking figure to his left. The figure was a female he could sense but couldn’t see any of the characteristics of her except that she was fairly tall. All other features were obscured from his vision by the many folds of anti-light robes and cloaks that hung about her. Mardox concentrated on the aura and flung his right hand towards it yelling, “olshk myrz tqy.”
The mage flew back and disappeared. Mardox then teleported out of the field and an instant later, he was standing next to the shower. He then laid another set of the same spells onto the shower.

Bolkrid reached the landing of the fifth floor and continued down the next flight of 300 stairs. He now was lightly panting from the distance he had covered, but he knew that Mardox had been serious with his request. He reached the sixth floor landing, he ran to the twenty-first door on his right, he extracted the wand from a pouch in his mythril coat of chain mail when he reached the door to the room he quickly opened it stepped in and closed it behind him. He then turned around and tapped the door with the wand, the door began to faintly glow blue and then the glow seemed to be absorbed by the door. The door sealed up letting no air pass through and it darkened in color from a light brown to the same color and texture of the bricks that surrounded it. He then went over to the bookshelf Mardox had mentioned. He scanned the selves for at least five minutes before he found the book, “Anal Adventures.”
Bolkrid tried to pull the book out but it only tilted forward as a click sounded in the extreme silence of the room except for the slight panting of Bolkrid’s breath and the beating of his heart in his ears. The bookshelf disappeared behind the wall. Bolkrid walked into the hidden room. As he stepped into the room four torches flared in opposite points in the now revealed circular room.
As Bolkrid’s eyes adjusted to the light and he noticed that there was a bright blur star painted on the obsidian stone floor. He then looked up and seen another painting. He pushed the third stone to his left down closing the bookshelf behind him locking him in. his eyes then fell onto an alter in the middle of the room and it had many object on it that Bolkrid didn’t have the faintest idea of knowing what they were or did, and next to it he found a stone platform, that came up to his waist with a silk cushion on top of it. He felt a little tired from his quick trip down to the room. So he propped his sword against the platform, the hilt easy to grab, he then climbed upon the cushioned platform not removing any of the armor in case something happened. He closed his eyes and fell immediately into a trace where he was taken back in time to where Mardox was performing the ceremony that made him who he is today.
“Light flared from four opposite torches, revealing to Bolkrid that this was the same room he currently slept in.

He saw Mardox sitting on the stone platform facing the alter in the middle of the room. Mardox was chanting something, but Bolkrid could hear absolutely no sounds or words, and Mardox was tracing strange and intricate symbols in the air with one of his many daggers. This dagger was about a foot long with a shiny black blade and a silver hilt. The hilt was set with many black gems and had a decorative trail of light blue flame spiraling up the handle until where the blade and the hilt meet. The following symbol was inscribed into the bottom of the blade. (*1)

Mardox picked up a bone goblet off the alter, after finishing tracing the symbols in the air. He held the goblet under his left wrist. Balancing the goblet of his leg, he held his wrist over the goblet and slid the gleaming black blade of the dagger deep into his wrist letting the blood flow into the goblet. When the goblet was three quarters gull with his dark red blood he set down the dagger, reached into a pouch of silver powder, and sprinkled it onto his fresh wound and it reacted to the powder by immediately healing leaving neither stain nor scar.

Mardox then place the goblet onto the alter and picked up a vile marked:
Powdered Vampire Fangs

This was now a fine white powder. He uncorked the vile and emptied it into the goblet. He picked up the dagger again, slashed it into the air, and yelled a word Bolkrid could read off of Mardox’s lips. All the symbols that Mardox had traced in the air burst into bright blue flame. They seemed to be dancing around Mardox. Mardox then pointed the dagger towards the ceiling and the symbols began jumping onto the black blade in the order that Mardox had traced them. The blade now glowed with a blinding blue light that seemed to be a liquid. Mardox then put the tip of the radiating blade to the edge of the goblet and the light began to drip off the dagger and into the blood making it lavender and it having a slight radiance to it.

Mardox stirred the liquid a little before lifting the goblet up to his lips and downing the entire goblet in one gulp. His eyes glazed over and a light lavender aurora formed around him as he lay down on the cushion and closed his eyes.

Time sped up and Bolkrid sat and watched Mardox’s body transform before his own eyes. Mardox’s dark blue eyes became about ten shades brighter, his black hair changed to the bright electric blue it now is. His skin paled and his incisors became sharp and pointed along with his ears. Bolkrid noticed the clothes that Mardox was wearing were gone and his legs began more toned, muscular, and hairless. His chest became hard, toned, and hairless. His penis became slightly elongated.”


Mardox concentrated and disappeared. He reappeared in a thick, dark, and silent forest. Mardox now knew that the intruder was here but he could not easily sense him because this forest somehow cloaked the intruder and their energy.
Mardox walked around silently, with his green cautious eyes moving to and fro, at full alert when someone touched the back of his neck making it deathly cold. His body went stiff and his will was being attacked and soon it became not of is how conscious or subconscious control.
The person that bent his will, walked around him and dropped the robes that obscured their features.
Now revealed by the uncloaking was the body of a woman, if you could call it a woman because she wore a tight leather bra and leather skirt with columns of studs. Her skin was not human but bore shimmering violet scales. Her legs and arms were built and her head had a snake like shape to it. It was elongated and was also covered in violet scales. Her nose was but a couple of slits in between two lidless narrow eyes.
She stood there for a few moments before she walked in front of Mardox and stroked his arm gently. Mardox suddenly became overwhelmed by pure lust he jumped up and tore off the snake woman’s bra revealing small supple breast covered with the same purple scales. He then pushed her down onto the soft mossy forest floor. Mardox still standing pulled off his upper armor and clothing until his smooth, pale, muscular chest and six-pack were showing. Nyrodryln, the snake humanoid, sat up and undid his lower armor and clothing revealing a long hardened cock raised in the her spell of lust that she cast upon him. She then inserted Mardox’s erection into her moth and slowly slid it in and out of her mouth while slightly sucking on it, causing extreme pleasure to surge throughout Mardox’s body. A warm sensation started to pulse into Mardox’s body through his erection as Nyrodryln inserted her thin, slender tongue into the opening in the top of his penis; her tongue excreting an almost transparent liquid.
Nyrodryln then took her tongue out of Mardox’s erection and the erection out of her mouth. She then stood up, undid her skirt, and let it fall to the ground, revealing her slit crotch. She then wrapped her arms around Mardox’s waist and pulled making them both tumble onto the forest floor. Mardox became even more lustful. He crawled on top of her, inserted his erection into her slit crotch, and bit down on her breast drawing blood. He then pumped his hard cock in and out of her as hard and fast as he could, making her scream out in pure pleasure. Mardox’s body stopped suddenly and went completely rigid, the tip of his penis still inside of Nyrodryln. The inside of his body burned from the poison that she had been injecting into him through her bodily fluids. His skin was ice to the touch. Voices swirled around in Mardox’s mind. Voices of the forced converted and now deceased; speaking to him through his necromantic abilities that he honed so he could talk with his mother who had died when he was only ten.
This necromantic connection kicking in severed the mind-controlling bond that had been placed upon him by Nyrodryln.
“malsh ngln kolsk merln crynz” came Mardox’s chant as a bright, magical blade flew straight into the center of Nyrodryln’s heart instantly killing her.
The burning in Mardox’s body greatly lessened but didn’t go away. He knew he had been poisoned but it now spread through him slower but it was still a big threat. Mardox then gathered his clothing and armor and quickly put them on. He then pulled out a couple of vials and a jar, which had been magically expanded from its compressed state, from his belt. He walked over to Nyrodryln, lifted her arm up, and sliced into her wrist letting the violet blood flow into the jar that he held underneath the wrist. He then placed a stopper in the top of the jar, shrank it with a spell, and placed it back into his belt. He took one of the vials and peeled off about fifteen or more scales and placed them into the vial; he put a stopper in it and place it in his belt and continues collecting until he gathered her eyes, eyelashes, tongue, and the vaginal secretions. He then he placed the vials into the belt and magically expanded two more jars about to the size of about a small watermelon. He took his dagger and pressed it deep into Nyrodryln’s skull quickly and easily cutting through the bone until the top of her head slid off revealing her dark violet brains which he removed and placed into one of the jars. He set the jar aside and took the dagger and pressed it into the flesh and bone between her breast cutting through her ribs, after cutting down to her navel Mardox set down the dagger and pressed his fingers into the incision between the breast and pulled her ribs up and apart revealing her lungs and heart, which he removed the heart and placed it into the jar. Mardox then put the rest of the parts collected from her body into his belt.
Concentrating hard, Mardox chanted a spell that sent a crimson ball of energy in Nyrodryln’s body leaving only a wisp of lavender smoke the quickly dissipated into the air leaving a tiny hint of charred flesh. Again concentrating on his home, Mardox disappeared and reappeared right in front of the shower in his bathroom.
Mardox quickly and easily cut through the spells that he’d lain down on the portal to his little oasis, seeing that he was the caster and knew exactly how to cut through them. He then walked right through the shower passing into the oasis and across the field, he had turned the lake into, and behind the waterfall revealing a solid rock wall but a secret door was hidden in the rock. Mardox cut through those spells and the one he had lain down on the bookshelf that concealed the secret passage to the lower collections of rooms enchanted there throughout his entire ancestral family. He quickly ran down the stairs and the length of the hallway to the twenty-first door on the sixth floor. He then cut through the spell that was cast upon the door that locked and cloaked it from view, but since Mardox had been there many times he knew exactly where the door would have been, and Mardox went through the bookshelf after pulling the novel “anal adventures” and walked to Bolkrid’s side just as he pulled out of the trance to see Mardox standing next to him.
“What happened?” Bolkrid asked as the haze of sleep wore off in a quick instant after he realized someone was standing next to him and was relieved that it was Mardox and not the intruder. “Are you alright?”
“I was attacked by a snake demon.” Mardox replied. “I’m fine for now but she poisoned me while she forced me to have intercourse with her by bending my will to her and filling me with uncontrollable lust...”
“Do you know anything about the demon or her poison?”
“No” Mardox sighed heavily.
“Then what are we gong to do?”
“We have to research.” Mardox said through a great stab of pain in his side. “I’ve bought me a little extra time by killing the demon but it won’t help for long.”
“Where do we start?”
“In the family archive of demons.”
“Where’s that?”
“Follow me.” Mardox said while he exited the room closely followed by Bolkrid.
“Malsk inz krolsk noz tormz baz Demon Archive.” Mardox chanted as the door started to glow green. “That’ll save a load of time seeing that the archives are on the thirty-seventh floor in the ancient floors of my early ancestors.”
“What did you just do?” Bolkrid asked.
“I created a direct portal to the Demon Archive.” Mardox replied putting a book, which shrank to the size of a small matchbook, in his belt tat Bolkrid didn’t notice Mardox pull out.
Mardox then opened the door and lead them both into the room which was a little larger then the one they had just walked out of and it had a few shelves full of tomes of information that were bounds in many different colored leathers.
“That’s a lot of books to look through.” Bolkrid stated as he entered the Demon Archive.
“Yes I know.” Mardox replied, “I’ve been collection them since I was ten, after my mother died.”
“Why?”
“Because I inherited my magic essence from my mother and she taught me how to use and control my powers. It is the only thing of hers I have left.” “My collection started when she gave me her collection which is about three fifths of this.”
“She had a large collection.”
“Well she got most of her collection from her father and he from his father.” “It’s been a family tradition, but she has only broke on of the traditions and that tradition was the burning of the spell book. Instead of magically burning her spell book she gave it to me. See the burning of the spell book made it so where no one could learn the spells and reveal their secrets.”
“Then how did they get their spells?”
“The were taught and scribed into their own spell books when they were mastered by the apprentice.” “I have only mastered about two of the five spell books my mothered owned and passed onto me. She must have known that she wasn’t going to last long enough to teach me all of her spells or she wouldn’t have left her spell books to me. She was a really powerful sorcerer.”
“Are you talking with her when your eyes are unfocused and you lose track of reality late at night and start talking to what seems like the air.”
“How do you know this? I have always made sure that you were asleep, but yes that is what happens.”
“It seems as though I’m asleep but sometimes I lie awake all night.”
“Why?”
“I think that we should leave it at this point for now.” Bolkrid said changing a subject as a tear stole down his cheek, “We need to find out what poison this is and a way to cure it so that we can talk on this subject later.”
Mardox knew that Bolkrid was right and they were wasting valuable research time but he could also sense the pain Bolkrid was trying to conceal. Mardox stepped into the Archive, quickly followed by Bolkrid in deep concern for his boyfriend of six years and pushed the painful memory into the back of his mind.
“We should split up to cover more books.” Mardox stated.
“Yeah, that sounds logical.” Bolkrid replied. “So what exactly does she look like?”
“She had a human body shape, but she was covered in violet snake scales, her head was elongated with snake nostrils that were just slits and slanted slit eyes, she had no hair just ridges. She spreads the poison through sex after robbing the victim of the free will.” Mardox replied letting the information sink in before he quietly walked off. Bolkrid walked to the other side of the room running the information over and over in his mind. He reached the other side of the room and immediately started researching. He grabbed the blue leather bound book, Demons and the Abilities Volume 1. Bolkrid turned to the back of the book and he only found text. So he closed the book and grabbed the rest of the volumes, which were volume 2 through volume 15. He took the books over to the tables in the middle of the room and started skimming through volume one:
“Abster Demon:
* Covered in scales of a variety of colors
* Usually female
* Favorite prey: children”
“Nope.” Bolkrid sighed.

Mardox reached the other side of the room images of the sex he had with Nyrodryln terribly started flashing through his mind. He took this as one of the effects of the poison setting in and coursing through his veins. Then Mardox’s blood started to warm beyond comfort. Sweat began to break out on his forehead. He started walking towards Bolkrid but he fell to his knees and let out a loud cry of agony.

Hearing Mardox cry out in agony surprised Bolkrid so much that he dropped the book that he was skimming through and ran towards the area where he heard Mardox’s scream of agony. When Bolkrid reached Mardox he found him of the floor having uncontrollable convulsions and his shirt was soaked in sweat.
“I... must… get…” Mardox gasped when Bolkrid cam up and bent over him.
“You must what?” Bolkrid asked taking of his mythril armor and shirt. He wiped Mardox’s face with his shirt.
“…to…the…rit…it…tual…room…”
“Why?”
“Need…to…fight…p…oi…son…?
“What floor are we on?”
“Six… ix…ix…tee…tee…een…een…nth…nth…”
“Ok.”
Bolkrid then slid his arms underneath Mardox’s convulsing, sweating body and lifted both of them up. Now that he was on his feet Bolkrid started off running towards the door. He had to stop to open the door. Mardox put his arms around Bolkrid with great effort and pulled his body up tight to Bolkrid’s bare chest. Bolkrid looked to his left and didn’t see anything, and then he looked to his right and seen the staircase thirty doors down.
“Hold on tight.” Bolkrid said.
With this Mardox tightened his grip even more and Bolkrid sprinted towards the staircase slower then his usual pace due to the extra weight of Mardox. After about five minutes Bolkrid reached the staircase and he could feel the convulsions worsen in Mardox’s body. He immediately started up the staircase. With every elongated flight Bolkrid’s energy began to sap from his body and Mardox’s convulsions slowly began to worsen every other flight of stairs. After about twenty minutes, later Bolkrid reached the sixth floor with quick, shallow breaths and showing slight signs of wariness being etched into his face. Sweat was now pouring out of Mardox’s body mixing with the sweat pouring out of Bolkrid’s skin bare skin. The convulsions coursing through Mardox’s body were so bad that Bolkrid was struggling to hold onto him.
After a couple of moments Bolkrid ran down the gall and through the twenty-first door and to the bookshelf, pulling the novel “Anal Adventures” revealing the hidden room. Bolkrid walked into the room and straight over to the stone bench and set Mardox down onto the black silk cushion that was placed on top of it.
“Do you need anything?” Bolkrid asked.
“W…w…w…a…a…a…t…t…t…e…e…e…r…r…r…” Mardox replied through his convulsions.
Bolkrid then ran out of the room and up the six flights of stairs. He exited through the door concealed in the rock wall behind the waterfall and plunged the water skin, that he unhooked from his belt, into the pool at his feet that was a result of being directly beneath the waterfall. Bolkrid ran back through the rock wall and down the six flights of stairs and into the twenty-first door. Bolkrid then walked through the bookshelf after pulling the secret lever and into the hidden room and up to Mardox’s side. Bolkrid put the open end to the water skin to Mardox’s sweaty and trembling lips. He put his hand behind Mardox’s head to steady it as he slowly tipped the bottom of the water skin up and let the cold, refreshing water trickle into Mardox’s mouth. When the water skin was empty Mardox’s breathing became slightly steadier.
“I’m…m…goi…ing…ng…to…o…hav…ave…to…o…go…o…int…to…a…tra…anc…nce…”
“Ok but don’t talk.”
Mardox’s body went limp and his breathing almost seemed to disappear but it was extremely slow and steady. Then the room went cold and Mardox’s body went stiffer then a board and rose about a foot off from the stone platform. From beneath Mardox the air became deathly cold and an eerie bone white mist started to flow from an unknown place. The mist soon covered the entire floor of the room, while the hairs on the back of Bolkrid’s neck stood on end and his arms and legs were covered by goose bumps. A shiver of fright ran down Bolkrid’s spine, as a slight glow seemed to emanate off of Mardox. Mardox’s lips started to move but the voice was not his. This new voice seemed to consist of thousands of male voices speaking the same words at the same time, but just barely above a whisper.
“You seek the cure to the poison currently in possession of this body.” The mysterious voice stated.
“Yes, but ho…”
“We know of the poison because we’ve all suffered its fatal agony. We have spoken to you through this body because of the owner’s strong necromantic connection and the great bond of love that you two share.”
“Ok.”
“Now the antidote is easily made but the ingredients are rare and extremely hard to get. If you succeed in collecting these items you will be the first, last, and only person to have been able to retrieve them. The required ingredients your must obtain are: the prized ashes of the first king and beginner of the Molskniazzerz’ clan of demons, three quarts of the current king’s blood, the inflicting demon’s brain, blood, and heart, a pint of your own blood, and a moon stone representing the three souls of the moon (the face of purity, the face of demonism, and the face of the magi).”
“How am I supposed to collect these items? I don’t even have a clue as to where to look.”
“It would be nearly impossible for you to find them or even get near them as you are now. Besides the fact that the Molskniazzerz’ clan of demons keep their colonies strictly and severely secret and guarded, they are an ancient and knowledgeable race of magic wielding warriors that know many dead an lost tomes of powerful magic. And that magic is a major advantage they hold above you.”
“Then how shall I do this? I have to save Mardox. He’s given me so much and I am nothing without Mardox.” Bolkrid said to himself full of deep sadness and concern. Then a faint glow started to radiate off Bolkrid’s body and a gasp issued from the entities possessing Mardox’s body, “What was that?”
“That was the mark of one who is pure in heart, love, and loyalty. This is a sign that you are the one and only champion who will be able to defeat the Molskniazzerz’ clan of snake humanoid demons and bring back a better state of peace for us men who love other men and women who love other women.” The entity replied.
“But you just said that it would be impossible for me to find them and defeat the Molskniazzerz’ or even protect myself throughout the journey.”
“Yes we did say that but now that was before this epiphany that changed everything.”
“And how does this change everything?”
“Because now we have found the one thing that we’ve been waiting to surface from the fogs of fate, for the surfacing of the Death Champion. And now the Death Champion, you, have been revealed to us.”
“And why does this matter?”
“Because of the gifts we have accumulated over the centuries to pass onto the Death Champion, to pass onto you.”
“Ok. And these gifts are?”
“First we shall bestow upon you to be the new sole owner and master of the Rune of Hope who’s secrets are unknown to everyone and everything except the creator who loft it in our possession, to give to the Death Champion, after he died and as he was so powerful and high-ranking that he was reincarnated after he left the Rune of Hope with us and we lost track of him before we were able to have him pass on the knowledge and secrets of the rune.” The entity said and there was a tingling sensation in the middle of Bolkrid’s right upper arm. Bolkrid reached up to his to where the sensation was and felt a brand of a modified K shape there.
“And how do I put this rune into my items?”
“You just hold you hand over the area of the item and concentrate onto the item. This should provide you with help when poison breaks the magical bond between you and Mardox. When that happens you will lose all magical help from Mardox.”
“So you mean that any enchantments and magical advancements done by Mardox will be stripped from me?”
“Yes.”
“Mardox and I have been through so much that I don’t know how this is ultimately going to affect me and my performance.”
Bolkrid walked a little around the circular room trying to settle his thoughts.
“I don’t know how am going to adjust to the complete helplessness of being just a mere plain human being with no thing left over from the magical assistance that Mardox has provided me with to help me help him in the struggles of his life.” Bolkrid thought to himself.
Bolkrid was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice five small orbs of light rose out of Mardox’s body and were hovering there for a few second before shooting into Bolkrid’s chest forcing him abruptly out of his thoughts and into a defensive battle pose.
“What was that? Who’s there?” Bolkrid demanded sword drawn ready to attack.”
“Calm down. That was our second gift. The gift of necromancy.” A small group of voices replied inside of Bolkrid’s head.
“What do you mean?”
“Our second gift to you is the gift of Necromancy. A way for us to guide you in the journey and another way to protect yourself in tight spots and make the journey easier for you to travel.”
“Ok.” Bolkrid replied and he could feel the energies pulse inside of him.
“The third artifact that we have to present to our champion is the Soul Amulet.”
“The Soul Amulet… but how it’s been lost for nearly…”
“Three centuries. We know. The Molskniazzerz’ have been killing our people for more then five and a half centuries.”
“Mardox has told me a great many things about the Soul Amulet. Its many powers, which all are know by nobody except its crafter.”
“Yes. One of its powers is…”
“To be able to be used as a vessel to hold a human spirit within it’s mysterious crystal shaped into the face of the amulet.”
“And while a soul resides within the amulet, the residing soul and the carrier share a single life force and carrier gains benefits from the soul’s strengths that the carrier and soul share.”
“For Mardox and I. We share the same fighting techniques and…”
“And you will gain valuable strength in your newly obtained skill of necromancy.”
“So in a way I still benefit from Mardox’s magical talent.”
“Yes in a way you will. And now the Love’s Seal is the fourth gift that we have to give to you…”
“I thing that I’ve seen that in some of my reading but I’m not sure.”
“Well if you did then you possess some rare and priceless texts because it is known as the artifact that eludes all texts.”
“What does it do?”
“It holds a dear loved one’s body in a single moment of time until the crest of the blue moon also know as the wizard’s eye.”
“I’ve never seen the wizard’s eye.”
“Not all do because it only looks down upon Earth every fifty years.”
“When is the next one due to graze upon Earth?”
“During the next five years its eye will slowly start to open its sleepy eye. At the crest of the sixth year it will gaze open-eyed upon the Earth and the power will diminish until the eye closes in which the effect will totally disappear. Then it won’t be able to be used again until it is charged again which the period of charging take another full cycle of the wizard’s eye.”
“Well now that’s great news to know that we have lots of time.”
“You underestimate the magnitude of this conquest, Bolkrid the necromancy training alone will take no less then two years.”
“Two years… but why so long?”
“Because we only made your necromancy innate which saves you time preparing and opening up your body to the magic and there is no risk of the magic consuming your body and soul, plummeting them into darkness making you a tool to bring forth deep darkness into the world through using your powers and strengths against your will. We have given you the magic and the skill but not the knowledge, spells, experience, or the complex understandings of the arts, strengths, weaknesses, or the magicks that you’ll be using.”
Bolkrid listened intently, absorbing all that he could from the conversation.
“How am I supposed to keep track of all this information? I have read and been told by Mardox that information, especially the spells of the magicks cannot be scribed unto just any paper, special tomes created by methods of magic can only hold the information and spells of the different magicks.”
“Well that will be taught soon enough.” There was a short pause in which a chest appeared in the room. It took a moment before Bolkrid sensed the change in the flow of the room and his eyes full upon the chest.
“What’s this?” he asked walking over to the chest. Our fifth and final gift is the armor set of the Champion of Death.”
Bolkrid opened the chest and retrieved from the depts. The following items: a set of black back and breast plates, a black coat of ring mail armor, a pair of strong and flexible leather leggings with black studs, a pair of strong and flexible leather gauntlets with black bands, a helm made of two lays of thick, strong, and flexible leather with a layer of black ring mail between the leather, a pair of strong and flexible leather boots with black bands, a black short sword with an ornate silver hilt and black sheath, a black dagger with an ornate silver hilt, and a necromancer’s belt.
“I’ve never seen the likes of this black material. What is it?”
“Necroite. It has excellent defensive measures for both physical and magical attacks.”

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