Epic Of The Demonic Sage

A scream pierced and echoed inside of the laboratory as June wildly thrashed on the table.

In that moment, she resembled the bore shrews undergoing their transformation, jerking uncontrollably within their cages, except it was a different case for her.

Lucius observed it all with nothing more but an expressionless look. But at the same time, he had also shaped the Veil of Terror according to his will.

While there were probably a multitude of things that would make June’s mind tremble in fear and for her to cry as she was now, Lucius made it sure that she recognized that all of this was happening due to her disobedience.

He had also taken some liberty with the design by following some of the strange creatures that he witnessed while traveling through the dimensions.

Those had been completely unfathomable such that they would have torn through the mind, but luckily for June, Lucius only needed her to be subservient to his demands.

In June’s mind, the now monstrous Asher ripped every part of her body, the grotesque appendages tearing into her skin and into her inner organs.

Searing hot pain spread across her entire body, as if it was set on fire. Meanwhile, Asher’s voice filled her head and the entire room at once, torturing her with his questions and not letting her rest.

His voice took on a quality that didn’t belong to any human at all.

And soon, the pain didn’t stop, it only got worse.

After ripping every little bit of her body and yet making each part of them painfully aware to her, the monster’s claws split open her stomach.

Blood spilled out of her like a flood and the monster soon tugged out her intestines without hesitation. Asher feasted on her guts, it devoured her kidneys and then before she knew it—stared at her then tore through her face.

Tears, snot and saliva dribbled and coursed nonstop throughout the entire duration of the spell, the woman unable to control herself.

And when it was done?

June continued to be a crying mess even when the visions vanished before her eyes, the spell reaching its end. However, that wasn’t even all of it.

Lucius wrinkled his nose slightly, every inch of her body was covered in cold sweat and there was the disgusting smell of her own bodily fluids. She had wet herself in fear.

But all of this was something that Lucius ignored as he stepped closer to her and pulled open her eyes. Lucius made June stare directly at his face.

“Will you now answer my questions, June?” Lucius asked.

“Y-yes…” June answered in a meek voice.

“Good.”

June’s body filled with relief. She was glad that it was all over and that she was now staring at the normal face of the Young Lord Asher.

June did not understand what had led to her seeing all of those terrifying things, but she knew that if she upset him, she might witness it all over again.

Everything else seemed so inconsequential compared to the visions that she saw, that June was ready to spill it all if he asked. Actually, she was more than eager to please him.

However, June was also afraid of upsetting him that she waited for him to address her first rather than say something by mistake.

“Now then… Who are you working for?” Lucius asked. He had taken one of the chairs inside of the laboratory and placed it closer for him to sit down while listening.

A part of him still chose to have a small berth to avoid the disgusting stench that came from the woman, but Lucius was more or less satisfied to focus on the information right away.

“I’m from a special mercenary group known as the Arkaves, Young Lord.” June said.

Lucius stared at her and waited for her to say more, but it became clear to him that she wouldn’t continue unless prompted to.

Compared to before, June became extremely hesitant and unsure of herself. Lucius sighed inwardly, taking note of how fragile the minds of the people were around here before asking again.

“And what makes it so special compared to the others?”

“We… we are specialized in spying and infiltration, Young Lord.” June timidly replied, gulping slightly before speaking again. “T-that is why most of the members’ gifts are especially suited for those tasks.”

“I see. Good, that makes sense.” Lucius nodded slightly, offering a tiny bit of praise to increase her willingness to speak and offer information faster than the rate that they were going on.

June was relieved that things were going so well right now and nodded back slightly. In her mind, she silently berated herself for not cooperating until now.

If she had said yes the first time, then things wouldn’t have had to escalate. Maybe she wouldn’t be restrained on a table with a broken wrist.

Everything that had happened to her was all her fault for failing to see how things could have worked better if she said yes right away.

Lucius saw the woman’s expression and knew that she was beginning to make conclusions that tried to explain away her situation.

Which was actually good, the effects of the Veil of Terror seemed to be much stronger on her mind, but Lucius didn’t have all the time to observe this development.

“Alright, June. What is your position in this group of yours?” Lucius snapped his fingers to capture her attention.

There was a reason why Lucius was interested in June’s position. He’d like to know where a rare ranked user would be placed within Arkaves, it would let him estimate the possible strength of the organization.

“I-I’m one of their mid level members, Young Lord.” June spoke hurriedly. She noticed the slight impatience in his words and wracked her brain for answers.

“And what else can you tell me about Arkaves?” Lucius continued. “You’ve mentioned infiltration and spying, but what occurs when you’re asked to engage in conflict?”