Immortal Night Book 1 The Phantom Lord

Ch.8: Thousand Blades To A Fragile Heart

A thousand years went by and Diandrex, Atreyu Mazadacar and Regula subjected Jasara to the cruelest of tortures using Bianca Rose against Jasara. Nibiru had taken interest in Jasara after that fateful night, but it was unknown to him what had occurred, Jasara came to him after his brothers had torn him to pieces, asking to stand alongside Nibiru in the coming years to unite the kingdom. To do this Jasara had to fight and so he did, each night for a thousand years despite the daily torture done by his brothers, Jasara sparred with Nibiru in the dungeon. "Tempest: KingFlame Kick"! Nibiru yelled at Jasara, who knew from last time how deadly KingFlame Kick was. Jasara back flipped onto the wall, holding onto the side of the dungeon cage dodging the attack. "DarkStride: Shadowbolt"! Jasara shouted, black lightning engulfed his body, for in this time he had achieved a demonic form, shooting like a bullet from a gun, Jasara raced at Nibiru sparks flew as Nibiru defended with his Black Flame Whip goading on Jasara. "HIT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU HAVE"! Nibiru shouted transforming into his DeathFlame form. As Jasara was about to strike the final blow, he saw Diandrex and the others sitting there watching, in his moment of hesitation, Nibiru struck him down and DarkStride's recoil broke every bone in Jasara's body. "Oh, my son, after a hundred years you still have much to learn". Nibiru walks out of the cage, reverting to his human form and exiting the dungeon. Diandrex snickered in delight seeing Jasara lose, Jasara hung in head in defeat walking out of that dungeon, past the throne room and out to the courtyard .

When he made it past the gate of Castle Nibiru, he looked upon what was once the home of him and Bianca so long ago, he walked to it shedding tears, the cold wind whispering to him as if warning him not to go in there. The door creaked when Jasara opened it looking at it in disarray, pain continued to invade Jasara's mind, he turned to see a painting he had done in the thousands of years Bianca and him were together, a portrait of her to always capture her essence, he fell to his knees trying desperately to not let his own demons destroy him, in his sorrow a thumping sound was heard in the corner. Jasara got up moving the rubble and debris to find a solid black book woven and bound by human skin and blood, Bianca's grimoire , he cleared the dust with his hand, looking upon the page he then sat on the floor reading its contents from cover to cover, at first it was illegible, but as Jasara ran his hands over the soft silky skin pages it became clear to his eyes, but became fascinated with a single section of the book: True Darkness, King Of Phantasmagoria. "Devastar" Jasara said aloud as he read about creatures known as the Phantar, how their blood became the ultimate weapon, solid black running through their veins, unable to be hurt by the magic of Tempest, DarkStride and BloodRite, physically immortal. He learned about Black Tempest, a magic used by the Fallen and Eragon Silas. Jasara became obsessed with reading about Eragon: Eragon Silas surrendered his heart, his brain, his skin and most of his internal organs to become The Dark One, The King Of The Phantar, a undead chaos god with limitless magic at his disposal, to create Phantar like himself by giving his black blood to others, black dragon armor made of his own flesh and blood, the pure strength of a god, no blade could pierce him, no cannon could destroy him, virtually invincible, he controlled the dark and all of its creatures. Jasara read further, World-Eater Diablo Supreme was Eragon's end goal, A Devastar incantation that would transform Eragon into World-Eater: an avatar of the HellDragon Derakius in lore a giant black humanoid dragon that's body stretching over the cosmos thousand fold, its black wings casting an eternal shadow destroying all light creating an Eternal Dark Age, destroying the boundaries of Heaven, Hell and Earth to create a universe of never ending servitude and torture, creatures, gods and human alike would bow to World-Eater if he ever returned. Jasara ran his fingers to the bottom of the page, the incantation and items required. "Sacrifice my heart"? Jasara asked himself, closing the book, putting it into his coat. He began to search the cabin and came across an ancient rusted blade probably as old as the house itself, he ran his fingers across it reading the name: BloodBane it read. Jasara strapped BloodBane to his back, walking out of the cabin. The wind was icy cold, and it began to snow, the frail beams of light shined on Jasara, and he looked upon his shadow to see something he could not recognize