The Dou-Jin Apprentice of Monsters and Men In the Beginning

Chapter 10 Christar

Chapter 10

Christar

Christar's chamber had three tapestries hanging upon the walls. The tapestry behind Christar's desk was of a shadow elf woman standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking a grand city. Her lengthy jet black tresses blowing back behind her like a pennant. Her dark hand raised to the sky as if praising Luciferous for her power. White hot energy shot from her hand and joined the roiling clouds that hung above the city with dozens of lightning strike down all over the area destroying buildings and creating havoc. The title of the tapestry was Lilith's Reign

The tapestry to the right was of an angel with his wing folded falling from the heavens and engulfed in fire as he sped towards the surface of Theara. He was screaming in dire pain as the heated fires burned him and he reached for heaven as though he had lost something precious there. The title of this painting was The Fall of the Chosen.

The tapestry to the left had a picture of a massive battle strange creatures that are twisted of men and animals, orcs, ogres, trolls, goblins, and other monsters fighting humans, elves dwarves and other good races and the good races were losing horribly. Dead bodies of the humans and others lay upon the ground of Theara.

A few dark wood tables lined the walls and help crystal vases decorating them but nothing that was gaudy or fancy they were just right for the mage.

Christar listened to some music from an old wind up phonograph. The monotone record played a tune from the ancient mages youth that took him back to a simpler time when life was pure and he didn't have to worry about a dagger in the back or a slip of poison in his drink and when people weren't trying to assassinate him for his position or his magical secrets. The aged mages mind wandered through the annals of a virtuous past.

He remembered his youth of playing in the wild flower fields of his homeland of Sohome Newyark in the countryside. The fruit trees, climbing them and picking a fresh apple, plums, pears, or cherries and eating them daily without a thought for little bugs inside the fruit, but just loving the taste of the fruit.

Christar remembered the families get togethers when all his aunts, uncles, and cousins would gather around a bonfire and play music, sing songs, just play just to have fun, tell jokes, and stories just for the children, but Christar's memories were broken by his servant when he came through the door and announced that he had a visitor.

"Send them in." Christar growled. Rarely did the old mage get lost in times past of feeling so grand and free to get lost in the tomes of freedom. That was then and this was now. The days of terrible troubles and despicable secrets were the days of now. No longer were the days of carefree living as a child and he would do good to remember that or his own life would be extinguished, but how he did miss his childhood. Even though it was nearly three hundred years ago.

No one knew Christar's age for sure and Christar never told anyone his age either. Guesses had been made that he was over a hundred years old, but those guesses weren't even close. Christar's demon had extended his life far beyond that of mortal men. He had made a deal with Luciferous himself for immortality and it was a hefty price at that. Christar had been living up to his end of the bargain and apparently so had Luciferous.

Luciferous cared very little for human life, but Christar had made a bargain with him that he would find a way to break the three rows of six seals each if Christar could have immortality. Christar knew that his immortality wouldn't last forever, but he had lived long enough to know that immortality had its drawbacks. Living forever wasn't what it was all cracked up to be. It had become mundane and boring to Christar and he had wished for death many times, even to the point of taking his own life.