Arceniam

Arceniam

Boris Victor Painchaud Lakatos.

Stupid Witches with their ugly noses and despicable body odor. My hatred for them isn’t in vain. Those monsters took my family and decapitated them for a so-called “ritual”. Anyways, my name’s Arceniam, and I'm an orphan from the northern kingdom. It’s been 10 years since my birth givers are gone. I’ve trained for all those years seeking vengeance on the Witches. I was in a tavern last night when I encountered a witch hunter. His name was Willy Butcher from the famous family of witch hunters. If there is one thing that scares witches, it’s definitely the Butcher’s. Over the years, they acquired knowledge to kill the witches easily. They almost extinguished them until the Lord of Hell chose to create stronger and bigger witches. Since the new wave, they took over and they rule the Northern Kingdom. I talked about my past with the witches and my journey to their death. He said he couldn’t help me, but he knew someone who might. That person was a druid from Tarania, the darkest section of the kingdom. I went and luckily I didn’t get mugged on the way there. It took me a fortnight to find him. I said: “Willy sent me”. He grabbed my arm really firmly and sliced it open to take my blood. He tasted it and said: “ok follow me”. This man was creepy, but it looked like he knew what he was doing. I explained to him what I want done. “It’s going to cost you a lot, a lot more than you can imagine”. He said this to me while collecting dragon blood. “You shall give your soul to the Dark Reaper in exchange of his strength for 6 days”. I was desperate, I was lost. Would my parents want me to die for them? Would they be proud because I avenged them? I flipped my lucky gold coin. It landed on heads. Heads means that I have to do it. The druid laughed at me and said “let’s start”. He drew a circle with dragon blood and started singing in the cursed language. The Dark Reaper appeared. He didn’t say a thing. He just took my arm and scorched it with his burning fingers. I passed out and woke up in a sinister alley. I had this long dark cape and this long sickle. It worked! I was the Dark reaper for 6 days and 6 nights. People bowed when they saw me. I never felt this great and strong. I had this little grin when we made the deal. I have my mother’s time stone. I’m actually 300 hundred years old, but I look twenty. This stone is the most valuable artefact in the kingdom. With the dark powers. I simply teleported to the witch nest and burned it all to the ground with ease. I had finished my “quest” of avenging my parents. The real one was always to become the ruler of the Kingdom. Now with the powers and the stone, I am invincible. I kept the powers for eternity with the stone, and I became Lord Arceniam. My next quest is to conquer the whole realm!

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