112 The Truth

After Desmond was healed Zane didn't bother staying next to him for long instead he walked back to the dinner table that was slowly repairing its self. Zane didn't mind Seraphine's menacing look as he walked past her he just ignored it and took his seat near Ragnar. Food was still splashed around everywhere along with a large number of dead beasts and their scattered chunks. Neither Zane or Ragnar had a single thought about cleaning anything they left it all for the tower spirit to do.

While Zane and Ragnar were getting comfortable Seraphine walked up to Desmond while still holding a bowl with something glowing inside it. She stopped near Desmond and said to him in a sweet tone, "You have beautiful eyes".

Seraphine said what she believed to be true and it was. Desmond's eyes looked like he trapped an aurora inside them. They twinkle like gems before shifting to something new Desmond's eyes may one day draw the envy of many before they are harvested and kept as a trophy or treasure to be admired.

"Thank you Ms. Seraphine" Desmond replied earnestly because she had saved his life multiple times. He couldn't be disrespectful to her even if he wanted to because he knew what kind of circumstance he was in. He knew that he had no power, no say, no control he was completely at Seraphine's mercy.

"I am quite sorry about Zane he's well Zane. Along with the mess I wanted a peaceful meal, but I rarely get what I want".

Almost simultaneously Zane and Ragnar both said, "You always get what you want". Though Zane and Ragnar rarely agree with each other they both called out Seraphine's lie fully supporting the other because they both had suffered at Seraphine's hand.

Ignoring the outburst of the two trouble makers behind her Seraphine continued to speak. "I'm quite glad your transformation went well I was beginning to get worried because you didn't wake up for 10 days. Now I see that I worried for nothing. You've grown up so much since the first time I've seen you. I've even noticed you've awakened your spirit sense though you've only been practicing magic for less than 2 years. Your growth speed is truly amazing".

Spiritual sense was an additional sense people awaken naturally when cultivating. Spiritual sense allows a person to perceive immediate danger and sense when someone is using magic nearby. A person with a strong spiritual sense can even predict danger or their sudden death long before it happens, but not the specifics. Yet, it still allows them to make preparations or escape beforehand.

Desmond after hearing what Seraphine said let out a long sigh then said, "Seraphine I am truly thankful for all that you have done for me, but it's clearly obvious that you know who I am or in your case what I am. This has been bothering me for a while, but I must know why do you keep helping me? I know what mages and cultivators have done to others of my kind yet you haven't why?".

Seraphine waved her hand in the air dismissing Desmond's concerns, "I know what you must be thinking and how you feel, but there is no reason to be worried. I will answer all your questions in a moment, for now, sit down dinners getting cold".

Finished speaking Seraphine guided Desmond to his seat next to Ragnar and Zane. Seraphine fully aware of how overbearing both Zane and Ragnar could be had the tower spirit morph the dinner table into a circle so everyone was equal distance from each other and Seraphine could have an easier time managing everyone.

Once Desmond took his seat Seraphine placed the bowl with glowing contents inside in front of Desmond then said, "You just finished transforming so I thought you needed something light to eat. This dish is called wisp soup as its name states its made from Will o' wisps which is a ghostly fire found in marshes and stuff like that, they're typically generated by fairies. This dish is a favorite amongst necromancers who turned their bodies undead, but I had all miasma, negative energy, and any lingering emotions removed so there is no need to worry about anything like that affecting your body".

While Desmond was technically a wondering spirit and should thrive in places filled with miasma and negative energy. Desmond's body wasn't attuned to any of that stuff meaning if he was confronted it, it will rot his body and damage his spirit.

Desmond gazed down and inspected the soup, it glowed a light shade of blue while its surface lightly burned. Desmond picked up a spoon and lightly dunked it in. It intrigued him that the soup made out of such a strange ingredient was actually in a liquid form.

A quick taste revealed to Desmond that the soup really was easy to eat. It didn't feel like it was some kind of thick broth, but it was still rich with flavor. The soup couldn't hold a candle to the dish Vincent served him. A soul that had gone through an immense amount of suffering and torment yet it was still one of the best things Desmond had eaten since he came to Theotera.

"It's delicious, I have eaten few things that could compare to it"

Seraphine smiled as she took her seat across from Desmond accepting the compliment he gave her fully. "Thank you so much for that. It was impossible for me to taste that dish so I had no idea how it turned out I'm glad you liked it".

As Seraphine and Desmond were talking Zane interrupted them to say, "where is my food?".

Seraphine's eyebrows twitched as she held in her anger and looked at Zane to say, "it's on the floor were you and Ragnar left it so go on and eat up".

Zane looked around the room with the food still on the floor and bits of his creatures squirming or still somehow desperately clinging to life. Then he looked back at Seraphine said, "ahh your food tastes like ass anyway".

Zane then let loose a massive fire panther, its majestic form was enhanced by the creature's ferociousness. It stood on the table tall and proud as it released its dominating aura. Its presence in the world didn't last long because Zane abruptly rushed in and grabbed the panther from behind pulling it back into the darkness inside of his coat were he began to eat it ass first.

The panther dug its sharp claws deep inside the table, but it couldn't resist being pulled closer to Zane who was savagely eating it. The crunching of bone, the spraying of blood, and the whimpers that the terrifying beast made was unnerving for Desmond to watch. Zane's whole meal was finished faster than what should be physically possible which just made Desmond want to ask a question that's been burning in his heart for a long time.

"What the hell are you?".

Zane turned towards Desmond covered in the blood of the fire panther from head to toe and said, "You and every other person I meet ask the same question and I give the same answer. I don't know why don't you try and find out?".

Zane then began to stare at Desmond menacingly while Seraphine had her head down rubbing her brow because of the painful headache Zane was giving her. Ragnar was fine with what had just happened because that was the least annoying/disturbing thing Zane has did since he showed up.

Desmond not wanting to touch the mess Zane was trying to unleash with a 9-foot pole turned to Ragnar and said, "how are you friends with him?".

Ragnar sitting shirtless at the table because Zane ripped most of his clothes during their fight looked towards Zane then at Desmond and said, "that's a bit complicated. You see here is what you have to understand about Zane. On a good day, he will plan your death out loud. He will even go into the tiniest details with you.

On a normal day, he will actively try to kill you even go out of his way to ruin any plan that you have. When he tells you to do something normal like go get firewood, go buy some ingredients, or watch my food that's when you have a problem. It means he's bored and has a plan in store for you. That's your signal to drop everything that you're doing and run.

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But despite how many times he tries to kill you he is somehow one of the most trustworthy people you will ever meet".

After remembering a few close calls in her life because of Zane Seraphine began to laugh. "Its true Zane had purposely brought us to death's door more times than I can count. Then he saves us at the last minute. When you're with Zane your always in for something stupid and crazy that will most likely get you killed, but somehow as an ally, there is no one better to have at your side. Whether you're in need of pure luck or skill with Zane at your side it doesn't matter because he makes a miracle always happen.

"Your words touch my withered heart, stop it now before I burn this place to the ground". Zane uttered as he slammed his flipper on the table.

Zane and Seraphine just laughed his words off while Seraphine said as she giggled. "there is no reason to do that I believe you. We will stop talking about the past instead let's get to the main topic at hand and talk about the past".

"Mr.Gillies you wish to know why I spared your life when you found out I'm an assassin and even more why I saved you despite knowing full well your one of those special wandering souls that fully maintained there sentience which appeared 2 years ago. Well, the reason for that is because I'm not a bad person.

I kill for money not pleasure and while you do have a tempting price on your head. Even more so after I found out that you're an ancient spirit that has existed for thousands of years untainted by anything except for the souls of those people you consumed. Making me want you even more, but I resisted that urge to have you fully repay me for everything".

Desmond became weary after learning what Seraphine wanted because in Desmond's time on Theotera he had learned of the terrible deals mages concoct. When making deals with some you have to nitpick every single word or else a simple transaction will have a person, for example, turned into an undead thrall bound to there master for all eternity in servitude. But the problem with Desmond's situation is that he couldn't resist regardless of what he did he had to agree regardless. Desmond in his fear of what Seraphine wanted was already starting to silently shit himself.

"I just wanted to practice magic why does this keep happening to me" Desmond though in his head.

Seraphine seeing Desmond's sweating bullets said "You can relax what I want you to do is far off into the future. Your to weak to be of any assistance to my problems right now".

Desmond sighed in relief than asked, "how do you know I will even be of assistance to you in the future? Judging by my luck I'll be lucky to still be alive next year".

Seraphine answered Desmond's question with a question. "Do you know what a relic is?".

"Umm something old, but I'm guessing you mean something totally different". Desmond replied.

"You got the old part correct, but relics for people like us also refers to something very old and powerful. I'm not surprised you don't know mages and cultivators aren't keen on sharing information especially on something like this to mear mortals. You see in this world there are magic items made without a characteristic that are obtained from people, creatures, and special circumstances.

Those magic items vary in quality and are heavily dependent on a person's skill in their craft. Some magic items have side effects most don't it depends on what it is and who made it. Mystic items are those made with a characteristic there are each unique and almost all of them have side effects because of the rejection a person faces when using it. Only the person or thing that you killed to acquire the characteristic will face no rejection.

While relics are like both of the other two, but their origins are obscure, some possess restrictions limiting who can use them, many of them break all boundaries of what should be possible, some are capable of destroying worlds, others have godly origins. In short, a relic is super dangerous, powerful, and I have one.