Nacht sat in his favorite spot by the window, a wispy tendril of smoke curling lazily from the tip of his cigarette. The soft glow of the moonlight bathed the room as he lost himself in thought, contemplating the dark arts he had come to master.
Before long, the silence was broken by the arrival of his loyal servant, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floorboards. With a respectful bow, the servant informed Nacht of his parents' summons to their private chambers.
Nacht entered his parents' private room, the heavy oak door creaking softly as it closed behind him. His mother and father sat regally on ornate chair, their expressions a mix of pride and anticipation.
"Ah, Nacht," his father greeted, a hint of admiration in his voice. "We have been eagerly awaiting your arrival."
Nacht inclined his head, a flicker of curiosity dancing in his eyes.
"You summoned me. What is it that you wish to discuss?"
His mother leaned forward, her gaze piercing as she spoke.
"My dear, you have surpassed even our greatest expectations with your mastery of the devil union. It is truly remarkable."
A swell of pride warmed Nacht's chest at his parents' praise, though he remained composed.
" You know that somehow I can do that besides it's not that hard you know!
His father nodded approvingly.
"Indeed, Nacht. And now, we believe you may be ready for an even greater endeavor."
Nacht's interest piqued as he regarded his parents with keen anticipation.
"What do you mean?"
His mother's lips curled into a knowing smile.
"We believe it is time for you to summon and enslave the Supreme Devil."
The words hung in the air, thick with possibility and power. Nacht's heart quickened at the thought, his mind racing with the implications of such a feat.
"I... I see," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
His parents exchanged a silent glance, their approval evident in their expressions.
"Very well, Nacht," his father said, rising from his chair.
"We will make the necessary preparations. The ritual shall take place before midnight."
Nacht nodded, a sense of determination settling over him like a shroud. Tonight, he would prove himself worthy of the legacy his parents had bestowed upon him, and he would stop at nothing to claim the power that awaited him.
As Nacht made his way down the familiar path towards the underground basement, he couldn't shake the sense of anticipation that coursed through him.
The soft glow of the torchlight illuminated his way, casting eerie shadows along the stone walls.
Upon reaching the chamber where the ritual would take place, he was greeted by a chorus of respectful bows from the mages who had gathered to assist him.
Nacht paused for a moment, his senses tingling with a strange premonition. It was as if a whisper on the wind called out to him, faint yet insistent. He glanced around the chamber, searching for the source of the fleeting sensation, but found nothing amiss.
With a determined shake of his head, Nacht pushed aside his misgivings and stepped into the center of the intricate sigil that had been meticulously drawn on the floor.
The air crackled with latent energy as he took his place, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Closing his eyes, Nacht focused his mind, calling upon the dark forces that lay dormant within him.
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REALM OF MIDNIGHT
Fantasy**BLACK CLOVER FANFICTION** **WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers. **DISCLAIMER:** This story is inspired by the original Black Clover series, as I hold it in high regard. I d...
