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Adult +
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3
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2
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Ancient Magic: Darkness
Ancient Magic: Darkness
Part One
By Timothy Evans
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Today was a day long in arriving, but Iphrell knew it would come. That arrogant bastard Risus Seraphir always wanted as much power as he could get, and if he couldn’t get it himself, well, he was willing to sacrifice anything. Even his son. Iphrell knew that, and he’d taken advantage of it. Yosho Usan needed the power of the aristocrats if Ezrasin was ever to grow into the nation it should be. What better way to tie a knot between the nobility and the government than to have the nobility work for the government? Of course, it had to be a high-paying and influential job to get Seraphir interested, but they had several of those. As high mage, Iphrell needed several spell casters to serve under him. The job paid well, brought status, and it also put Seraphir’s son in a position where he could watch him.
He stood in the meeting room of the yosho’s mansion, watching the man scribble on some parchment. His desk was made of fine cherry, and engraved by the master artist in the city, Sefra Pavel. All around him the walls gleamed in the sunlight that flooded in through the tall windows. The marble statues seemed to glitter, beautiful sculptures of men with perfect bodies in perfect actions. Iphrell’s favorite stood in the corner, a man standing on a rock, a hand reached out to take hold of the sun. It drew up a feeling in his chest every time he chanced to look at it.
The bells chimed noon. Seraphir would be there soon.
Of course, Iphrell had never met this son. He couldn’t really say anything definite about him. Iphrell always had a problem judging people before he met them, but this time was difficult. Seraphir had a knack for arrogance, idiocy, and greed, and unfortunately those qualities had come together in a man who had considerable power. Considerable power that the yosho needed whether or not the man was an oaf.
Yosho Usan looked up from his desk. He had short-cropped blonde hair and blue eyes, but with his tanned skin his hair looked almost white and his eyes were faint. He wore a white robe with a blue emblem on his left chest, the emblem of Ezrasin. “Is there anything else I need to know about this man before he arrives?”
“No,” replied Iphrell. “You know what to do. I’ve told you everything he needs to know, and nothing more. You’ll do fine. Just remember, your object is to seduce him, so that he doesn’t ask too many questions. Open your robe a little more and don’t forget to smile.”
Usan smiled at him and widened the neck of his robe. “This good?”
Iphrell nodded, smiling himself. Usan was a fantastic decoy. He was always very obedient, and he looked wonderful. It had taken almost no effort to seduce him and cast the spell on him, and now, conveniently, they looked almost alike. Iphrell kept his hair black and eyes dark brown in hopes of setting them apart. It couldn’t be overdone, especially if he needed to assume his role as the true yosho of Ezrasin.
The double doors opened and two men stepped in, both wearing matching black and red robes, the colors of the family Seraphir. The shorter Iphrell recognized as Risus, with his short red hair and piercing green eyes, along with the traditional beard that inspired disgust in Iphrell. The other was no doubt the son, but the differences were just as striking as the similarities.
The young man’s hair was longer than his father’s. Not long enough to reach his shoulders or even to cover his forehead, but thick, and wavy, and a brilliant red. His eyes must have been his mother’s, for they were the deepest blue, and for the brief moment Iphrell met his gaze he felt his heart stop.
Yosho Usan stood up from his desk, shaking the hands of the two men. “Welcome, Sir Risus Seraphir, and young Sir Seraphir. I have been expecting you for a while. Please, tell me what it is you would like to discuss with me.”
Iphrell watched. Risus was scanning Usan’s body, a good sign.
“Your honor, I bring to you today my son Matthian. He wishes to come work with you.” Risus looked at Iphrell and smiled.
“Sir,” said Matthian, “I’ve always wanted to work with magic, and I heard that you are in need of good spell casters. I have no talent I can provide for magic, but I’m willing to learn the arts that you need. It would be an honor to come and work for you.”
Usan smiled. “Young man, I’m sure you have heard that there is no talent needed to come work as a spell caster. I am glad you came to me, as Iphrell has told me that the need for more spell casters is quite urgent.”
“We are glad,” said Risus. “It is our hope that by having Matthian come and work for you we can bring close the ties between the Seraphir family and your office, so that we might both benefit from such a relationship.” Both men’s eyes were fixated on Usan, and for a moment, it sickened Iphrell, even though it was what he wanted. Then, he looked more closely at Matthian’s eyes, and saw everything in his gaze of admiration, and nothing of lust. This boy was different.
“As I’m sure you know,” said Usan, gesturing at Iphrell, “an interview is required before I bestow upon Matthian the gift of magic. It is essential to make sure that every candidate is worthy of the position, and I trust that decision only to my high mage, Iphrell. He’ll take Matthian for the rest of the day into town and get to know him better. Then, he’ll decided whether or not you are a good candidate.” Iphrell bowed to them.
He caught Matthian’s gaze again, those deep, blue eyes that called to him. “That sounds wonderful,” he said, not turning from Iphrell’s gaze.
“Then,” continued Usan, “you may go, Risus Seraphir. I assure you that Iphrell will take good care of Matthian, and from what I can see of your boy, there is no reason for you to worry. He’ll come back to you a changed man.” Usan smiled.
Risus bowed deep. “Thank you, your honor. I look forward to working with you again in the future.” He turned and walked out, winking at Iphrell on his way.
“Let us go, Matthian,” said Iphrell. “The day will not wait for us.” He smiled.
He turned and nodded to Usan as they left, who took his seat again at the desk and smiled back. Today was Ezrasin’s first step towards greatness.
Part One
By Timothy Evans
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Today was a day long in arriving, but Iphrell knew it would come. That arrogant bastard Risus Seraphir always wanted as much power as he could get, and if he couldn’t get it himself, well, he was willing to sacrifice anything. Even his son. Iphrell knew that, and he’d taken advantage of it. Yosho Usan needed the power of the aristocrats if Ezrasin was ever to grow into the nation it should be. What better way to tie a knot between the nobility and the government than to have the nobility work for the government? Of course, it had to be a high-paying and influential job to get Seraphir interested, but they had several of those. As high mage, Iphrell needed several spell casters to serve under him. The job paid well, brought status, and it also put Seraphir’s son in a position where he could watch him.
He stood in the meeting room of the yosho’s mansion, watching the man scribble on some parchment. His desk was made of fine cherry, and engraved by the master artist in the city, Sefra Pavel. All around him the walls gleamed in the sunlight that flooded in through the tall windows. The marble statues seemed to glitter, beautiful sculptures of men with perfect bodies in perfect actions. Iphrell’s favorite stood in the corner, a man standing on a rock, a hand reached out to take hold of the sun. It drew up a feeling in his chest every time he chanced to look at it.
The bells chimed noon. Seraphir would be there soon.
Of course, Iphrell had never met this son. He couldn’t really say anything definite about him. Iphrell always had a problem judging people before he met them, but this time was difficult. Seraphir had a knack for arrogance, idiocy, and greed, and unfortunately those qualities had come together in a man who had considerable power. Considerable power that the yosho needed whether or not the man was an oaf.
Yosho Usan looked up from his desk. He had short-cropped blonde hair and blue eyes, but with his tanned skin his hair looked almost white and his eyes were faint. He wore a white robe with a blue emblem on his left chest, the emblem of Ezrasin. “Is there anything else I need to know about this man before he arrives?”
“No,” replied Iphrell. “You know what to do. I’ve told you everything he needs to know, and nothing more. You’ll do fine. Just remember, your object is to seduce him, so that he doesn’t ask too many questions. Open your robe a little more and don’t forget to smile.”
Usan smiled at him and widened the neck of his robe. “This good?”
Iphrell nodded, smiling himself. Usan was a fantastic decoy. He was always very obedient, and he looked wonderful. It had taken almost no effort to seduce him and cast the spell on him, and now, conveniently, they looked almost alike. Iphrell kept his hair black and eyes dark brown in hopes of setting them apart. It couldn’t be overdone, especially if he needed to assume his role as the true yosho of Ezrasin.
The double doors opened and two men stepped in, both wearing matching black and red robes, the colors of the family Seraphir. The shorter Iphrell recognized as Risus, with his short red hair and piercing green eyes, along with the traditional beard that inspired disgust in Iphrell. The other was no doubt the son, but the differences were just as striking as the similarities.
The young man’s hair was longer than his father’s. Not long enough to reach his shoulders or even to cover his forehead, but thick, and wavy, and a brilliant red. His eyes must have been his mother’s, for they were the deepest blue, and for the brief moment Iphrell met his gaze he felt his heart stop.
Yosho Usan stood up from his desk, shaking the hands of the two men. “Welcome, Sir Risus Seraphir, and young Sir Seraphir. I have been expecting you for a while. Please, tell me what it is you would like to discuss with me.”
Iphrell watched. Risus was scanning Usan’s body, a good sign.
“Your honor, I bring to you today my son Matthian. He wishes to come work with you.” Risus looked at Iphrell and smiled.
“Sir,” said Matthian, “I’ve always wanted to work with magic, and I heard that you are in need of good spell casters. I have no talent I can provide for magic, but I’m willing to learn the arts that you need. It would be an honor to come and work for you.”
Usan smiled. “Young man, I’m sure you have heard that there is no talent needed to come work as a spell caster. I am glad you came to me, as Iphrell has told me that the need for more spell casters is quite urgent.”
“We are glad,” said Risus. “It is our hope that by having Matthian come and work for you we can bring close the ties between the Seraphir family and your office, so that we might both benefit from such a relationship.” Both men’s eyes were fixated on Usan, and for a moment, it sickened Iphrell, even though it was what he wanted. Then, he looked more closely at Matthian’s eyes, and saw everything in his gaze of admiration, and nothing of lust. This boy was different.
“As I’m sure you know,” said Usan, gesturing at Iphrell, “an interview is required before I bestow upon Matthian the gift of magic. It is essential to make sure that every candidate is worthy of the position, and I trust that decision only to my high mage, Iphrell. He’ll take Matthian for the rest of the day into town and get to know him better. Then, he’ll decided whether or not you are a good candidate.” Iphrell bowed to them.
He caught Matthian’s gaze again, those deep, blue eyes that called to him. “That sounds wonderful,” he said, not turning from Iphrell’s gaze.
“Then,” continued Usan, “you may go, Risus Seraphir. I assure you that Iphrell will take good care of Matthian, and from what I can see of your boy, there is no reason for you to worry. He’ll come back to you a changed man.” Usan smiled.
Risus bowed deep. “Thank you, your honor. I look forward to working with you again in the future.” He turned and walked out, winking at Iphrell on his way.
“Let us go, Matthian,” said Iphrell. “The day will not wait for us.” He smiled.
He turned and nodded to Usan as they left, who took his seat again at the desk and smiled back. Today was Ezrasin’s first step towards greatness.