Re: Craftsmen, Devil or Protector

Arc 1 | Chapter 1 - the arrival

Rewrite: Craftsman, Devil or a protector chapter 1 - the arrival

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Spell incantation

{Telepathic speaking}

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I, Cornelius Indomisphere, was having a great day.

Life had been going well since my ascension into a Dead Apostle. Taking over my master's work was easy. But rebranding it to my image was more difficult. My master was a cruel woman how dedicated her 'life' to submitting everything to her rule. I remember how she forced herself onto me and converted me into one of her filthy servants. Thankfully I proved myself powerful and was reborn as a ghoul, possessing some level of control of myself. While there existed dead apostles greater than her what killed her was ironically one of her own toys. Who would have thought that by specialising in Domination Magecraft would come in such good use.

But my hard work was not for nothing as my reward came in the form of my Principle of Domination. It was... eye opening to say the least. That my Magecraft could grow to such a height once my Texture Seed stabilised.

Nothing could go wrong...

Bang!

The echo of a bullet bounced of the walls.

'Damn it.'

The sound of battle began and what followed was heard through the entire building. Screams of agony and brutal death echoed and sounds of explosions followed.

A red light began to shine through the room as an alarm activated.

'How? How? How!? My defences would detect a intruder the moment anyone came into contact with them. So how can someone enter undetected!?' I seethe in shock.

I ran up to my crystal ball and invoke it's activation. Before me images began to form. Images that I knew were happening right here and right now in the central hall of my workshop.

What I saw could only be described as a ongoing bloodbath.

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"Kill him!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"What kind of magus uses gun-." His head exploded.

"Agghh!"

"Oh god no. Please no-" Her back was bent backwards.

Crack!

The audible crack of her spine being snapped was heard.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa-!"

Yet she did not die. In fact, her mind was kept alive, force to watch as her body was teared into pieces by molten-steel.

"Oh, you sick fuck. What kind of person would-"

Bang! Blomm! Ptewww!

"Wait... dual handguns. One black and red. The other white and blue. Oh shi-"

Tatatatatatatatatatatatata!

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"Magus Killer." I spit out like venom. I glared at the image of the boogeyman of all magi.

The young man had short raven black hair and dull grey colored eyes that had a rather nasty-mean looking shape to them, making his face look rather villainous. Even more so with the detached yet concentrated look he currently carried. Yet he also wore round glasses that paradoxically made him look less threateningly. He wore a black autumn coat and underneath the coat he wore a grey combat shirt made of an unknown material, along with dark-red utility pants that reached down to his feet. On his right hand he wore a glove made from deerskin.
His shoes were black with orange lining on it, and on the tips and heels was black metal plating.