Espex The Demon Mage. (1)

Chapter 22: Prison.

Standing in the cold, dark room made from chunks of stone larger than a person's torso stood a calm old man dressed in white robes. His face was saggy and sad, holding a book with strange runes and words he whispered gently reading from it. In the middle of the room the old man looked at a slab of stone with a body covered with a brown rune covered cloth. The old man just chanted the same words over and over all in his whispering tone. This ritual was part of his every day since twenty years ago, day in and day out he would stand with the book and look at the table and chant. This was his duty and mission from the king. The old man had been with the body since it was small childlike now large and adult. He did not know the sex of the body, or what it looks like man or woman. Time passed and over the years he grew attached to the body, seeing it as a child he never had. Every day was the same get up eat and chant for twelve hours until the other mage appeared. Twenty years of this, the day would always take its toll on the old man as his age progressed his mana depleted. He knew his day to retire was close and was saddened; this is what he had always known for the past twenty years day in and day out. He just put this down as fate and hoped that the next person to do his duty would be kind to the body. He always wondered what the person did to receive such a harsh punishment, to be placed under a runed cloth and kept under a twenty four hour illusion as a cell. The man felt sad as he was just a child no more than twelve when he was taken to the dark stone basement. All the body has ever known in the real world is lonely and cold stone room. The mage never knew what the illusion was either as he wasn't the one that inducted it, even after twenty years of using it, he could not find out its meaning. The mage who imprisoned the person died after passing the chant on. The person under the cloth was the first victim or sacrifice of the king's goal for peace. Hours passed as the old mage flipped pages and whispered his chant a day like any other but today was a new day. A day of fate. The room's air usually dry and cold began to grow heavy and thick. The old mage started to seem worried, he continued his chant. The air grew more and more heavy; the man could not get a full breath. His whisper became a shout. Throwing the book to the floor the man clapped his hands together and screamed his chants.

"Illusione Di Tutto! Mente Manipolaione! Corpo Delle Serratura Illusione! Mondo Vera E Propria Rottura!"

Nothing seemed to happen the air grew so thick the mage hit the floor knees first. He looked up panicked at the brown runed cloth. The runes glowed yellow before disappearing away. Some moaning and groaning came from the cloth and the body underneath moved sluggishly.

"My god it's awake!"

He could only watch as the body sat up. The cloth slowly peeling of the face of the being. The first to be revealed was long brown uncut hair then pale ghost white skin. It was a man his eyes brown and big with a large beard from his hair to his chin brown and long. He looked at the old mage as the old mage looked at him, his body exposed weak thin arms and his ribs exposed.

"W..w...Who are you?" stuttered the old mage.

He looked at the mage almost having to think who is name was before he answered. "I am Dypes."

The air in the room suddenly lifted and the old mage was free to stand back up. The mage stood up and looked at the prisoner he had kept for so long, not knowing what to do. Dypes looked at the mage and slowly and painfully pointed his bony and skinny hand and arm at him.

"Please help me up. I have no muscle." Not wanting to be rude and not knowing what to do the mage walked over to Dypes and grabbed his thin white hand. "Eliminar Alma!" The old man eyes widened before he began to scream in terror and pain. His entire being glowed and started to shift slowly towards Dypes, his very soul was being sucked into Dypes. His pale ghost white skin became peach pink and his skinny body bulked up, thin arms became strong muscle. His brown eyes glowed bright and a smirk crossed his face. The mage hit the floor once all his being crossed into Dypes. The mage final face was off dead white eyes and a large open mouth. "Thank you mage, I feel so much better." Grabbing the cloth that covered him he held it around his waist as he stood. He wrapped it around himself covering his new body. His voice low and somewhat familiar. "You are just the start of many, I want revenge after I wipe this place from the map, and I will go see family." Looking at the body of the mage he continued. "I wonder what my brother is doing. No doubt causing trouble, I miss that. Don't worry Brother I will come and see you soon. Wait for me...Espex."