Chapter 92 - 90: Year One

Chapter 92: Chapter 90: Year One

1 year later,

*TWACK*

*TWACK*

*TWACK*

In the dim, musty air of the hidden room beneath the log cabin, Ricky hung from a thick metal bar, his arms stretched and trembling under the strain.

Bandages wrapped his knuckles, covering the deep-seated calluses and countless micro-tears that criss crossed his hands.

The raw skin throbbed with each heartbeat, the aches layered over one another from months of bruising practice.

Sweat poured down his bare torso, trickling over every scar and contour, evidence of the relentless, punishing training he'd endured.

Ricky's body was now a canvas of old bruises mixed with fresh ones, a map of his efforts, desperation, and pain.

*TWACK*

A sudden, forceful smack echoed through the room as the wooden stick came down against his core, driving into his abdomen with a crushing, breath-stealing force.

Ricky's muscles seized under the impact, a sharp gasp escaping his clenched jaw as he tightened his grip on the bar, forcing himself to stay steady.

*TWACK*

*TWACK*

*TWACK*

But the blows kept coming, each one aimed to break through his resolve, testing every inch of his endurance.

Each strike jolted through his core, leaving fiery trails of pain as his stomach clenched instinctively, a reflex that only fueled the aching in his exhausted muscles, but he didn't give in; he couldn't afford to.

Here, in this dark, brutal corner of his life, he was hammering himself into something stronger or at least trying to, one gut-wrenching blow at a time.

Ricky's head hung low, his vision blurred by sweat dripping down his brow, pooling and stinging in his eyes.

Every breath that tore its way out of him was raw and ragged, the sound of it echoing faintly in the dimly lit room.

He focused only on that rhythm, grounding himself in the inhales and exhales, grasping for something steady in the unrelenting tide of pain.

"Endure." Alexander's calm voice came from the sidelines, his gaze steely, holding no sympathy, only expectation.

Chores, hardened to the routine, lifted the wooden plank once more and drove it into Ricky's abdomen, the wood connecting with a fleshy thud.

*TWACK*

Ricky's muscles tensed and recoiled, absorbing the brutal impact as best they could. His whole body rocked with the force, and his grip on the bar tightened, fingernails digging into his palms beneath the bandages as he fought to stay upright.

Ricky's resolve to stay silent slipped away with each blow, but he swallowed down any sign of weakness, choking it back along with the bile that threatened to rise with each nauseating strike.

*TWACK*

"Endure that pain. Hold it." Alexander's words seeped into Ricky's consciousness, each syllable stretching out, pressing against the raw ache pulsing through his body.

The dim light caught his gaze, green eyes unwavering and fierce, the intensity building even as his frame trembled.

Chores's arm wound back, a brutal calm in his movements as he swung with precision, the plank crashing into Ricky's core, sending another shockwave of pain through his muscles.

Ricky's grip on the bar tightened, knuckles blanching under the strain, his body instinctively bracing even as it screamed against the abuse.

*TWACK*

Each strike crashed through Ricky's frame, rippling up his spine, his breath stolen with each brutal impact.

Alexander's voice was like a hammer against his will, chiseling away at the layers of fear, doubt, and exhaustion.

Every word drilled deeper, imprinting on him something far more lasting than pain.

*TWACK*

"Remember this pain, remember this helpless feeling of pain." Alexander's voice was cold steel, slicing through the haze of agony.

Ricky gritted his teeth, every nerve searing, yet his grip remained locked as he couldn't let go, not now.

*TWACK*

"Now build on it."

Another blow, sharp and unyielding, smacked against his abdomen, and Ricky gasped, the air knocked out of him.

But he held steady, each blow forcing him to find strength he didn't know he had.

*TWACK*

"Learn from this pain." Alexander's words clawed into him while Ricky's vision swam, yet he focused on each word, each strike, sinking into the agony, letting it sculpt his resolve.

*TWACK*

"Stack your foundations on this pain."

Chores hesitated for a fraction of a second, but Alexander's glare pushed him on and Ricky's body shook, sweat mingling with blood, and the ache sank into his bones, becoming part of him.

*TWACK*

"Now harden it." The command drilled through Ricky's mind, and he gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached.

This wasn't pain; it was purpose, it was a call, one he had to answer.

"HARDEN IT INTO YOUR RESOLVE!" Alexander's voice roared, filling every inch of the dim, sweat-soaked room.

Chores tightened his grip and swung once more, not holding back, as if to etch Alexander's words into Ricky's very core.

*TWACK*

"HARDEN YOURSELF SO THAT YOU WILL NEVER CRUMBLE AGAIN!"

Each strike left Ricky trembling, yet his resolve only grew, the pain forging something cold and unwavering within him.

*TWACK*

"YOU HAVE TO WANT IT!"

*TWACK*

"YOU MUST BE WILLING TO DIE FOR IT!" Alexander's words ignited a fire, searing away every doubt.

*TWACK*

"SO WHEN YOU ARE FACED WITH ONLY DEATH!"

*TWACK*

"SO THAT WHEN YOU SEE NO HOPE IN THE FACE OF THE ENEMY!"

*TWACK*

"THAT YOU GROW SO STRONG THAT YOU DEFY THE VERY ODDS SET AGAINST YOU!"

The blows came faster, relentless, with each *TWACK* tearing through him like an unyielding storm, driving his spirit higher.

Pain was no longer something to endure; it was the fuel igniting his resolve.

He would break past this, he would become what they were shaping him to be, someone unshakable, someone who would not crumble.

*TWACK*

*TWACK*

*TWACK*

*TWACK*

Each strike forged Ricky into something harder, something forged by fire and the relentless agony, building into an unstoppable force.

*HUFF*

*HUFF*

*HUFF*

*HUFF*

Ricky let out ragged breaths, his normally dark, unruly hair plastered against his forehead, soaked with sweat that dripped down his face and neck.

His body shivered with each shallow inhale, struggling to steady itself under the weight of exhaustion and raw, searing pain.

His muscles burned, trembling under the relentless strain, yet he stood resolute, refusing to falter.

"Slick, let's take a break—" Chores almost insisted, his voice catching as he noticed the blood dripping from the bar.

"Keep going." Ricky's response was immediate, barely edging out past his ragged breaths.

Chores opened his mouth, ready to argue, but then he saw it; that unflinching, iron gaze that had taken root in Ricky over the last year as his green eyes turned towards him.

It wasn't one he wore often, but when it appeared, it was more potent than any words he could've mustered.

It was a look that silenced arguments and dismissed concern, a gaze that held the weight of every grueling day and unrelenting night he'd endured.

There was something fierce and unbreakable in his green eyes, a burning that refused to back down or break.

It was as if every beating, every bruise and scar, had only fed this fire, sharpening it to a deadly edge.

*TWACK*

*TWACK*

*TWACK*

Chores's hands tightened around the stick as he swung it one last time, feeling the strain radiate through his own muscles with every strike.

This only stopped when the man before him crumbled, and right now, Ricky's knees finally buckled, dropping him as his body screamed for mercy.

"Dammit." Ricky rasped, gasping as his body gave in to the punishing endurance as Chores let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping with a relief that mirrored Ricky's exhaustion.

"That is enough," Alexander's voice cut through the dim room from the side, calm yet final.

"Morning training has commenced, ready yourself for refinement with Rachael." Alexander's words were followed by Ricky grabbing a nearby towel, putting it over his head as he leaned on the wall.

"Great, I can't wait for that sourpuss to nag me for the next two hours." Ricky sighed, closing his eyes as he felt his body slowly repair itself.

Over the past year, Ricky's grueling training regime with Alexander had been meticulously crafted to pair with his healing factor.

Each session aimed to push him right to the edge of collapse, leveraging his body's recovery to build strength at an extraordinary pace.

It was a regime Alexander took great pride in, having refined it over the years into a harsh but effective method of transformation, revealing his mastery over the art of conditioning the human body.

Under Alexander's rigorous eye, Ricky's strength and endurance grew by leaps and bounds.

But physical growth wasn't the only change as with each gain came subtle yet powerful shifts in Ricky's focus and values.

Each day after training, in between his rest periods, Ricky would pause to check on the status of his children's status panels, quietly memorizing every detail in the screens hovering before him.

This new responsibility challenged his old habits; he'd neglected relationships before, avoiding attachment to his children in his past life like a plague.

Yet now, as he looked back, he felt the weight of regret and genuinely wished to be there for them, for the women who carried his blood as a desire rooted not in duty but in the person he was striving to become.

As he observed his children's development, their existence had fueled an unexpected shift within him in a real sense.

Their lives had deepened his power, indirectly affecting his abilities, strengthening his resolve to change.

[Children Sired]

[Name: Danielle Luciano

Mother: Dolly Henderson

Grade: C

Template: N/A

Description: Dolly had kept her pregnancy a guarded secret, distancing herself in an effort to protect you from the weight she believed would derail your life. Though she handled the journey alone, fearing the consequences for both of you, the choice had never been easy. She gave birth in secrecy, grappling with the burdens of single motherhood and ultimately deciding that she couldn't raise the child alone.

When she looked into her newborn's eyes, a fierce love surged within her, but so did the realization that her daughter deserved more than she felt capable of providing alone. With a heart heavy with sacrifice, she turned to Lucky, a man she trusted to offer her child the stable life she felt she couldn't.

Abilities:

X-Gene Empathic Touch: An ability that allows the user to perceive and understand the emotions of others through physical contact. When the user touches another person, they instantly gain insight into that person's current emotional state.

Skills:N/A]

[Ability gained: X-Gene Empathic Touch: An ability that allows the user to perceive and understand the emotions of others through physical contact. When the user touches another person, they instantly gain insight into that person's current emotional state.]

[Name: Sarah Jenkins]

Mother: Irene Jenkins

Grade: D

Template: N/A

Description: After that wild night of teetering the car, Irene found herself in the throes of motherhood, giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. The chaos of that evening lingered in her mind, but the details of your identity remained a blur, overshadowed by the tumultuous emotions of becoming a parent. Feeling the weight of responsibility and uncertainty, she made the difficult decision to move back in with her parents. In their familiar home, Irene sought the support and stability she felt she needed to raise her daughter.

Abilities: N/A

Skills: N/A]

[No skill or ability gained: Received: 10,000 IP]

[Variant Description: A Variant is a rare child born with abilities that surpass the power of their original template or exceed the intended grade of the mother. (Warning: Chances to receive variants are rare).]

[Name: Gus Guerra Luciano (Variant)

Mother: Rosa Guerra

Template: Gus Fring

Grade: B

Template Description: Gus Fring is a fictional character from the television series Breaking Bad and its prequel Better Call Saul. Gus is a highly intelligent and calculating drug lord who runs a successful fast-food chain, Los Pollos Hermanos, as a front for his methamphetamine distribution network. Known for his meticulous nature, Gus maintains a calm and composed demeanor, often presenting himself as a respectable businessman. However, he is ruthless and will go to great lengths to eliminate threats to his empire, making him one of the most formidable villains in the series

Description: Gus was born to Rosa, who initially kept the identity of his father a secret from everyone, including her brother, Juan. After some time, Rosa revealed the truth about Gus's father, leading Juan to confront his feelings of betrayal. Despite his initial anger, Juan ultimately welcomed Gus into the family and acknowledged him as his nephew, accepting him as his own.

Abilities:

Skills:

Master Strategist: Capable of devising complex plans and contingencies, Gus excels at manipulating situations to his advantage while staying several steps ahead of his opponents.

Chameleon Persona: A skill in adopting different personas to blend into various environments, allowing him to gather information and maintain a low profile when necessary.

Financial Acumen: Highly proficient in managing finances, Gus has a sharp mind for investments and resource allocation, ensuring that his operations remain profitable and sustainable.

Exceptional Memory: With a keen ability to remember details about people, events, and plans, Gus can recall critical information that aids in his decision-making and strategic planning.

Cold Logic: Exhibiting a ruthless, analytical approach to problem-solving, Gus can detach emotions from decisions, focusing solely on practicality and outcomes.

Steeled Mind: Unnerved in any situation, able to keep a calm state of mind even in the face of absolute death.]

*Ding*

[Skill gained: Steeled Mind: Unnerved in any situation, able to keep a calm state of mind even in the face of absolute death.]

[Name: Richie Carter

Mother: Everlean Carter

Grade: C

Template: N/A

Description: After discovering she was pregnant, Everlean made the difficult decision to move back to Atlanta to be closer to her family. Initially, the transition was challenging, filled with uncertainty and a mix of emotions. However, she gradually carved out a joyful life for herself and her son, Richie. Surrounded by the support of her loved ones, Everlean embraced motherhood and focused on creating a nurturing environment for Richie, balancing her aspirations with the warmth and love of family life.

Abilities: N/A

Skills: N/A]

[No skill or ability gained: Received: 10,000 IP]

[Name: Serena Davis

Mother: Mayola Davis

Grade: C+

Template: N/A

Description: Mayola has no idea that you're the father of her daughter, Serena. Just three weeks after your encounter, she met another man and, believing him to be the child's father, quickly settled into a new relationship. Unbeknownst to her, the truth about Serena's parentage remains hidden in the shadows of their lives.

Abilities:N/A

Skills: N/A]

[No skill or ability gained: Received: 10,000 IP]

[Name: Bob Harris (Variant)

Mother: Azilee Harris

Grade: B+

Template: Bob Makihara

Template Outline: Bob Makihara template is a character from the manga and anime series Tenjou Tenge. He is a person who will grow up inherently thirsting for a fight and is better off with a father figure rather than growing up alone.

Description: Bob is a variant who inherited your sturdy body and green eyes but takes after his mother in other regards. Azilee decided to raise Bob with love and care rather than give him to an orphanage, and she is currently struggling to provide him with a good life amidst various challenges. Despite the hardships, their bond grows stronger every day, as Bob's vibrant spirit brings joy and purpose to Azilee's life.

Abilities:

Rhythm: Bob's rhythm plays a major role as his fighting skills develop. He starts to feel vibrations through the ground and can predict an opponent's movement based on those vibrations. As he feels the "beat" in the ground, his body will react naturally and move him out of harm's way and such.

Skills:

Inherent Build: Bob will grow up with an inherent build for fighting, able to easily grow into a muscular form with the proper nutrition.

Inherent Technique: Allows Bob to understand and comprehend fighting techniques to the point where he could easily learn anything he puts his mind too in the realm of fighting.]

[Ability gained: Rhythm: The user rhythm plays a major role as his fighting skills develop. The user starts to feel vibrations through the ground and can predict an opponent's movement based on those vibrations. As the user feels the "beat" in the ground, his body will react naturally and move him out of harm's way and such.

[Name: Jennett Lou]

Mother: Mary Lou

Grade:

Template: N/A

Description: The events that transpired in the bathroom stall nine months prior left Mary Lou with a baby girl, whom she named Jennett. Overwhelmed by the burden of motherhood and the challenges that lay ahead, Mary Lou made the heart-wrenching decision to give Jennett up for adoption. She placed her daughter in an orphanage, believing it was the best option for both of them. Fortunately, Jennett was quickly adopted by a loving couple who had always dreamed of having children but never had the chance to start a family of their own. They welcomed her with open arms, showering her with affection and creating a nurturing environment where she could thrive.

Abilities: N/A

Skills: N/A]

[No skill or ability gained: Received: 10,000 IP]

[Name: Johnny Cage]

Mother: Katharine Hepburn

Grade: A

Template Description: Johnny Cage is a fictional character from the Mortal Kombat video game series. He is a famous Hollywood action movie star and a skilled martial artist. Initially portrayed as a flashy and egotistical character focused on fame, he evolves into a dedicated fighter committed to protecting Earthrealm. Johnny is known for his quick wit, charismatic personality, and impressive combat skills, making him a fan-favorite character in the franchise.

Template: Johnny Cage

Description: Born on the set of one of Katharine's current movies, Johnny path is already set before him as his mother gave him an actor's name. Currently, Katharine knows you to be the father but is completely intent on raising Johnny for actor stardom on her own.

Abilities: (X-Gene) Shadow Kick: A signature move that allows him to teleport briefly and deliver a powerful kick to his opponents.

(X-Gene) Energy Projection: Can unleash energy blasts, giving him an edge in combat by staggering or damaging foes from a distance.

(X-Gene) X-Ray Moves: Capable of performing devastating moves that reveal his ability to break bones and incapacitate enemies during fights.

Skills: Martial Arts Mastery Proficiency: Johnny has the talent to train in multiple martial arts styles, including Kenpo and Muay Thai, making him a future versatile fighter if he so chooses to.]

[Ability Gained: (X-Gene) Energy Projection: Can unleash energy blasts, giving the user an edge in combat by staggering or damaging foes from a distance.]

*DING*

[(X-Gene) Energy Projection has successfully been integrated into the user's X-Gene.]

[Mental Energy Projection: The ability to unleash concentrated mental energy blasts, allowing the user to stagger or damage foes from a distance. This power enhances combat effectiveness by enabling the user to disrupt an opponent's focus or physical balance, making it difficult for them to retaliate. The intensity and precision of the energy projection can be honed with practice, granting the user greater control over their attacks and the potential to manipulate the energy for various tactical purposes.]

[Name: Augustine du Luciano

Mother: Carla Bianchi

Grade: B

Template: Augustine du Lac

Template: You have given birth to a character within the timeline but more specifically, a variant of the black knight from another world. He was a member of the Black Knight lineage, which has a rich history tied to Arthurian legend. Augustine is a skilled warrior who wields the Ebony Blade, a powerful sword that grants him enhanced abilities and magical properties. He often grapples with the dark legacy of the blade, which has a corrupting influence.

Description: With your note, Carla is treated like a saintess, while Augustine is seen as your backup plan, cherished carefully by the Vatican. Your interaction was brief, but Carla prays every day in gratitude for the better life you've provided her, one that she could never have imagined living.

Abilities:

Resolute Will: Able to focus his willpower towards a goal and unwaveringly stick to it with the strength of ironclad determination.

Skills: N/A]

[Ability Gained: Resolute Will: Able to focus his willpower towards a goal and unwaveringly stick to it with the strength of ironclad determination.]

[Name: Henry Luciano]

Mother: Jennifer Collins

Grade: B

Template: Henry Henderson

Template Description: Henderson is fair but firm, and holds his class to the highest standards. He doesn't care if his students come from the richest families in the world, and doesn't give them special treatment. He expects only the best, and will teach them to become the elegant students that Eden Academy is known for.

Description: Unlike others who might keep their circumstances hidden, Jennifer boldly approached Lucky to demand child support for her son, Henry. Despite her determination to raise him into a good man, she was resolute in her refusal to sell her child, believing that a loving and supportive upbringing was paramount.Lucky, for his part, reluctantly relented to Jennifer's demands but remained frustrated with his son's reckless behavior.

Abilities: N/A

Skills:

He used his blueprint scanner on a minifridge, expecting the usual results.

To his astonishment, Chores successfully created the appliance by following the blueprint meticulously.

The minifridge stood as a testament to his growing talent, its sleek design and functionality demonstrating that his hard work and intellectual curiosity had transformed him into a budding inventor.

Ricky couldn't help but feel shocked at the creation and commended Chores for his prowess in being able to bring forth this appliance into this age.

"I do as well," Barko declared, descending gracefully from the roof, his impact softened as he landed as the collar around his neck glimmered with a vibrant blue light.

Despite Abraham's dismissive words about the collar being useless, Barko had defied expectations and was beginning to learn how to manipulate the flow of magic.

He had not only managed to comprehend the intricacies of magic but had also begun to tap into it himself, an accomplishment that seemed impossible for someone without magic.

Though still a beginner, he had embraced the challenge wholeheartedly, using the enchanted collar that Ricky had provided along with vials of magic provided from him.

Barko's dedication to discovering his own path in the magical realm was unwavering.

He had spent countless hours practicing spells, studying the foundational elements of magic, and honing his focus.

Each day, he pushed himself to understand the nuances of magic that once seemed out of reach.

The collar, imbued with Ricky's magic, served as a catalyst, allowing him to experiment with different spells.

*Sigh*

"Does anyone else want to go-"

"I will," Rachael declared, her words sending ripples of surprise through the group as Agatha arched an eyebrow, intrigued by Rachael's unexpected decision.

"Really?" Ricky asked, his voice tinged with skepticism as he couldn't shake the memory of Rachael's disdain for him and felt compelled to seek clarification.

"It would be beneficial for me to learn under the coven, if you would allow it?" Rachael gestured toward Agatha, her expression earnest yet cautious while Agatha rubbed her chin thoughtfully, a playful smile spreading across her face.

"Of course, all of Ricky's little friends are welcomed in my coven." Agatha turned back to face them, her hips swaying enticingly as she beckoned them forward.

Without hesitation, he allowed himself to be drawn into the swirling portal, a vibrant mix of colors and energies enveloping them.

In the mountains of Colorado, USA

"Welcome to New Salem."

In the remote hills of Colorado, concealed from the prying eyes of ordinary folk, lies the unknown town of New Salem.

Nestled amidst ancient oaks and cobblestone streets, this place is enshrouded in the mysticism and arcane secrets that surrounded the infamous lasting effects of the witch trials so long ago.

As you approach, the air thickens with a palpable aura of magic, as if the very essence of sorcery permeates the atmosphere.

Cobblestone pathways wind between centuries-old cottages adorned with mystical runes and charms.

The bustling villagers of New Salem are not ordinary folk; they are descendants of those who fled Salem, Massachusetts, during the infamous witch trials of centuries past.

Persecuted for their knowledge of the occult and mystical abilities, they sought refuge in these secluded hills, where they established a community dedicated to safeguarding their ancient traditions.

Rituals honoring their ancestors and the mystical energies that sustain them are woven into the fabric of daily life, fostering a deep reverence for the arcane arts and supernatural forces that define their culture.

Sacred groves and ley lines crisscross the surrounding countryside, serving as conduits of potent magical energies.

"T-This is New Salem?" Rachael whispered out in wonder, gazing around the scenic sights along with the others.

"Such complicated structures, amazing." Chores couldn't help but marvel at not only the artistry, but the advanced buildings that seemed above any modern technology.

"Look at the amazing magic!" Barko barked out, wagging his tail at the various spells used in common place while noticing everyone held a grimoire.

"I've seen better." Alexander crossed his furry arms, clearly not impressed as Percival floated beside him.

"Agreed." Percival looked around as if a secret civilization wasn't all that impressive in the least.

These two ancient figures splashed water on the amazing sights since they have seen vast goldy structures that triumph these mere buildings.

"Darling~" Agatha let out a soft giggle, a hint of a moan lacing her voice.

The others glanced back, momentarily distracted by the sight of Ricky kissing her neck, his hands exploring with a mix of intimacy and possessiveness with one gripping her ass while the other caressed her leg, raising it gently.

"God, you're so breathtaking~" Ricky whispered in her ear, his voice low and sultry.

Agatha's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she stroked his black hair, marveling at how much more handsome he had become.

The change in him was undeniable; he radiated confidence and a rugged charm that only deepened her attraction.

The playful energy between them filled the air, igniting an undeniable chemistry that seemed to dull the world around them

*Ahem*

Rachael cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the playful atmosphere, trying to regain some semblance of seriousness.

Ricky, however, was unfazed, his focus entirely on Agatha, who wore an amused smirk.

*Snap*

"Elara, Elowen."

Snapping her fingers, both a man and a woman emerged from the nearby shadows, their movements fluid and almost synchronized.

They stood side by side, exuding an air of quiet confidence that drew the group's attention.

Their features were strikingly similar: angular faces framed by dark, cascading hair, and sharp, piercing eyes that seemed to glimmer with an otherworldly light.

The man wore a fitted black tunic that accentuated his athletic build, while the woman was clad in a flowing dress that shimmered subtly, catching the light in a way that made her look ethereal.

"Yes, Grand Elder," they both replied in unison, bowing their heads in respect for Agatha. Their synchronized movements reflected a deep-rooted discipline that suggested they were no ordinary servants.

"Escort my three guests to proper accommodations befitting their status as my guests." Agatha commanded effortlessly, a hint of authority lacing her words.

"And ensure that any reasonable requests they have are accommodated." Agatha voiced specifically, the twins bowing deeply at her words.

With that, the twins nodded and turned to lead the way, their movements fluid as they gestured for the three of Chores, Barko, and Rachael to follow.

The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the group followed the twins through dimly lit corridors adorned with intricate tapestries that whispered of ancient magic.

As the twins navigated the labyrinthine hallways, Alexander, who had been perched on Chores shoulder, suddenly hopped off and scurried over to Ricky with a sense of urgency.

"Ricky, don't you dare try to avoid our conversation or face my future wrath." Alexander's expression was serious, but there was an undercurrent of playfulness that hinted at their usual banter.

Ricky rolled his eyes, wanting to kick the little creature away, but the weight of Alexander's words hung in the air, reminding him of the unfinished business between them.

"Fine, but can we do it quickly?" Ricky bent down, facing the up right gerbil who was clearly annoyed.

Instead of brushing him off, Ricky demonstrated how much he had matured by treating Alexander with the respect he deserved at least to a varying degree since the shift in their dynamic was subtle yet significant, a testament to Ricky's growth.

Agatha observed this interaction keenly, her eyes sparkling with approval as she noticed Ricky gently picking up the little gerbil.

"Alright, what's up?" Ricky walked over a little bit to the side, looking over at Agatha who seductively waved at him before Alexander clawed on his cheek.

"Ricky, I understand and commend your efforts over the last year, truly." Alexander puffed out his furry chest, knowing that it was commendable for how much focus poured into his training.

"I am proud as your mentor to be able to witness your growth firsthand, however." Alexander gave his compliments until he raised a single paw.

"Magic is meant to fill in the cracks of your developing style." Alexander clarified, his voice steady and wise.

"Focusing entirely on this precious growth in your young adult life can be detrimental to your future development." Alexander glanced at Ricky, ensuring he understood the gravity of his words.

Originally, they had stepped back to allow Ricky to use magic as a means to enhance and refine his fighting style.

However, Alexander recognized that relying solely on magic could lead Ricky to neglect the foundational skills necessary for true mastery.

"You mustn't forget that your physical abilities and combat skills are just as crucial." Alexander continued, emphasizing the importance of balance in Ricky's training.

Ricky nodded, taking in Alexander's advice as he had always been tempted to lean heavily on his newfound magical powers, especially with how quickly he had progressed.

"I really get where you guys are coming from, with me being the Black Knight and all." Ricky began, his tone earnest as he addressed Alexander and Percival.

"Especially with two legendary figures supporting me and putting themselves on the backburner to let me get a true feel for magic, giving me the freedom to truly grow with my magic." Ricky paused, letting the weight of his words settle in before continuing.

"But I'm like a warlock as well, not just a core user. If I'm going to elevate my fighting style, I need to explore whether witchcraft can truly elevate it. But listen, if it doesn't work out, I'll step back. I'm just asking for you both to trust me." Ricky's eyes searched their faces for understanding, knowing he wasn't asking for much but hoping they could see his perspective.

Ricky could feel the tension in the air as he spoke, aware that his words placed them in a difficult position.

"Very well." Percival let out a small sigh, his features softening as he considered Ricky's plea as he conceded, though his voice carried an undertone of caution.

"But just remember, if it conflicts with the sword. I urge you to reconsider, as you said." Percival gave his blessing, stepping back temporarily to allow Ricky to make his choice.

Ricky turned to Agatha, who had been watching with a delightful smile, her expression a mix of admiration and amusement.

"Actually darling, I also want you to meet the council since I have spoken-"

"Baby, I'll do whatever you like." Ricky leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Agatha's cheek while his hand slipped possessively around her waist, giving her ass a gentle squeeze as she responded by playfully patting his chest, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hmmmmm, good boys get good rewards~" Agatha whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, sending a delightful sense of excitement coursing through his pants.

Meanwhile in High Tribunal,

In the heart of New Salem stands the High Tribunal, a venerable council of elders and mystics who govern with wisdom forged from generations of magical lore.

Their authority is deeply rooted in both tradition and necessity, overseeing the delicate balance between mundane life and the mystical forces that shape their existence.

Among these seven elders, one is granted the esteemed position of High Elder, effectively serving as the de facto leader of the Tribunal: Agatha Harkness.

Her reputation as a formidable sorceress precedes her, and her guidance is sought by many within the magical community.

Known for her cunning and mastery of ancient spells, Agatha wields significant influence, shaping the policies and practices that govern their world.

The other six elders, while serving under Agatha, are powerhouses in their own right, each embodying unique aspects of witchcraft.

They possess vast knowledge and capabilities, representing different schools of magic and mystical traditions.

Some specialize in elemental magic, harnessing the forces of nature, while others delve into necromancy, divination, or enchantment.

Together, they form a council that is both diverse and potent, working alongside Agatha to maintain order and ensure the safety of their realm.

This formidable assembly of wisdom and power is tasked with navigating the complexities of their existence, where threats can arise from both the human world and the darker corners of the magical realm.

The Tribunal's decisions can alter the fate of New Salem and beyond, making their deliberations a matter of utmost importance, often cloaked in secrecy and steeped in the ancient rituals that govern their practices.

"Come on, Zatanna, come to Uncle~" An old man with a long, wispy beard waved an array of colorful stuffed animals, each one more whimsical than the last, in an attempt to entice the baby girl.

"No, honey, come to Aunty~" A woman stepped in, her arms overflowing with an assortment of delicious treats, from sparkling candies to frosted pastries, hoping to lure Zatanna with sweet indulgences.

"No, come to me!" The old man interjected, a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

"Zatanna, you wouldn't want to smell that musty man, come to your real Aunty~" Another voice chimed in, playfully dismissing the old man with a wave of her hand.

"Not me!" he protested, his laughter echoing through the room.

"Please come to me, please~" He whined in mock desperation, making exaggerated puppy-dog eyes at the baby.

The scene was a delightful chaos, with these once-dignified elders throwing aside their usual gravitas in a bid to win the affections of the tiny witchling.

Their laughter and playful banter filled the air, painting a picture of warmth and camaraderie that enveloped the room.

However, amidst the flurry of stuffed animals and treats, Zatanna remained blissfully oblivious.

She tilted her head cutely, her large, curious eyes studying the antics of the elders, completely unbothered by their temptations.

The vibrant colors and sweet smells seemed to intrigue her, but she stayed rooted in place, confused yet fascinated, as if she was trying to decipher the charm of the scene unfolding before her.

The elders, undeterred, continued their playful antics, vying for a smile or a giggle from the enchanting little girl.

*Bam*

The door suddenly shot open, interrupting the playful scene as the elders quickly snapped their fingers, causing the various stuffed animals and treats to vanish into thin air.

The air shifted, a wave of anticipation sweeping through the room as they recognized the presence of Agatha, who strode in with a confident grace, accompanied by a man whose aura radiated power.

Ricky's eyes fell upon a child that was whisked away from the elder and towards Agatha, nestling her within the arms of her mother.

She had striking black hair and vivid green eyes that sparkled with curiosity.

As Zatanna turned to face him, their gazes locked, sending a jolt of discomfort through him.

It was a surreal moment, this tiny being was a part of him, yet he felt unprepared for the reality of fatherhood even when he was preparing himself for it.

"Darling, these are my fellow Elders within the council." Agatha announced, her voice smooth and inviting.

"And this little gem is Zatanna Luciano." Agatha gently pulled Zatanna closer, cradling her as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.

"Your daughter," Agatha added, a warm smile lighting up her face as she relished the look of shock on Ricky's.

He had known he would meet her eventually, but he had imagined a different kind of meeting, one where he had already had his fill of Agatha instead of being caught off guard.

"So this is the father of Zatanna?" An elderly man mused, his voice laced with skepticism as he stroked his beard thoughtfully, casting Ricky an uninterested glare.

The room fell silent, the elders' attention now fully on him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and judgment

"Baba~" Zatanna called out, her voice sweet and innocent as she reached her tiny arms toward Ricky.

The sight of her extending her little hands melted away the tension in the air, momentarily shifting the focus of the room.

But as the elders observed this display of affection, their expressions transformed, skepticism giving way to a simmering hatred.

"I hate him."

"Agreed."

Seeing Zatanna's affection monopolized by this intruder, the elders exchanged glances that conveyed their collective disdain.

Their expressions hardened, their once-dignified demeanor faltering as jealousy simmered just beneath the surface.

They had dedicated countless hours to nurturing any sort of affection from Zatanna, yet here stood Ricky, a newcomer with no apparent standing, receiving the purest form of affection from the child they all regarded as precious.

"Oh, don't be like that, darling! Come and hold her~" Agatha teased, her wicked smile widening as she reveled in the discomfort etched on Ricky's face.

The playful glint in her eyes suggested she enjoyed every moment of this awkward interaction, making him squirm under the weight of both her gaze and the elders' scrutiny.

"To think you spawn such innocence, it's baffling, really." Alexander mused from his perch on Ricky's shoulder, the small gerbil's voice tinged with both surprise and amusement.

Percival nodded in agreement, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he observed the unfolding scene.

"Yes, it is good that you've done your duty and continued the bloodline." Percival remarked, his gaze fixated on Zatanna.

Percival considered her potential, the legacy that blossomed from Ricky's lineage, and the signature powers she might one day wield.

"A-Alright," Ricky stammered, feeling a surge of nerves as he decided to step forward.

His movements were more of an inching shuffle than a confident stride, anxiety bubbling within him as Zatanna squealed with delight, her giggles filling the air with a sweetness that contrasted sharply against the elders' critical stares.

Finally, he reached Agatha, who smiled knowingly and handed the baby over to him.

As Zatanna settled into his arms, he instinctively cradled her gently, his arms fully extended in an awkward embrace that was more reminiscent of someone handling a delicate artifact than a parent holding their child.

Despite this, Zatanna didn't seem uncomfortable in the least; instead, she continued to giggle joyfully, her innocent laughter a melodic counterpoint to the tension in the room.

"Baba, baba~" Zatanna cooed, her little hands reaching out toward Ricky as if she instinctively recognized him as a kindred spirit.

Zatanna's eyes sparkled with a magical innocence that echoed their shared heritage as Homo Magi, a bond that transcended words and logic.

In that moment, Ricky felt a connection with her that was deeper than he could articulate, a thread woven from the very fabric of their magical lineage.

"She likes you!" Agatha exclaimed, clapping her hands together in delight as she watched the scene unfold.

Her expression was infused with a mother's warmth, a mixture of pride and amusement.

Agatha's gaze lingered on Ricky, her smile growing broader as she observed how Zatanna responded to him so naturally, her laughter lighting up the room like a beacon.

Although at the time Agatha took Ricky up to his room for a bit of fun, she never intended for it to lead to something so profound.

Their encounter was meant to forge a connection with a potential powerhouse, an alliance that could strengthen her standing in the magical community.

But fate had a different plan, and it resulted in her giving birth to their daughter, Zatanna.

When Zatanna entered the world, Agatha was taken aback by the raw potential she sensed in her daughter.

The little girl radiated power that was undeniably extraordinary, and Agatha couldn't help but feel a pang of disbelief.

As she looked into Zatanna's bright green eyes, she realized with growing certainty that this kind of magic didn't stem from her lineage; it was a gift inherited from Ricky.

Driven by curiosity and a desire to understand the origins of her child's remarkable abilities, Agatha began to dig deeper into Ricky's past.

She meticulously pieced together information, uncovering his identity as Ricky Luciano.

The timeline of his banishment coincided with significant events in her own life, creating a web of connections that both intrigued and unsettled her.

As the truth unraveled, Agatha felt a shift in her perspective and slowly, Ricky wasn't just a fleeting romance; he was a key player in a much larger narrative.

She found herself drawn to him in a way she hadn't anticipated, wanting to keep him close and nurture a bond that transcended their initial encounter.

No longer content with being just a one-time fling, Agatha envisioned a future where they could build something together, a partnership that would not only benefit them but also provide a stable foundation for Zatanna.

Determined to solidify their connection, Agatha made it her mission to learn everything she could about Ricky along with his strengths, his weaknesses, and the complexities of his character.

Agatha realized that keeping him in her life would not only be advantageous for her ambitions but also crucial for Zatanna's development.

"Everyone, my darling will be studying here for the time being to better hone his warlock potential." Agatha announced, proudly revealing Ricky's identity as a warlock.

The declaration momentarily stunned the elders, who had been bracing themselves for a confrontation as the gravity of her words settled in, their guarded expressions beginning to soften.

"Why wasn't he recruited by you in the first place?" One elderly man asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

It was hard for him to fathom how the father of Zatanna had not already been welcomed into their ranks.

"He's been a little busy being the Black Knight," Agatha replied with a playful smile but the atmosphere shifted dramatically at her words.

The mention of Ricky's title sent a ripple of magic pulsing through the room, the elders instinctively shifting their stances as they regarded him with newfound hate and wariness.

Feeling the tension rise, Ricky instinctively pulled Zatanna closer to him, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

He could sense the potent energy swirling in the air, and a primal instinct kicked in, urging him to be prepared for anything.

As if in response to the rising threat, the ebony blade materialized in his hand, it's dark surface glinting ominously in the light.

Without hesitation, the armor enveloped his body, forming a protective shell that bolstered his confidence.

Standing before the towering figures of the council, Ricky met their gazes with unflinching resolve.

"AGATHA, THE CHURCH HAS BEEN HUNTING US-"

"Separate branches-"

"UNDER THE SAME NAME AS THE GOD HE FIGHTS FOR!" A woman shouted at Ricky, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade but Ricky scoffed, unfazed.

"That's why you're mad. Listen, lady, I only fight for myself, and now I guess for her." Ricky replied, gesturing to Zatanna, who was giggling happily in his arms.

"Agatha, you sired a daughter with the Black Knight. What were you thinking?" Another elderly woman frowned, her disapproval palpable as she held up her hands in exasperation.

"Zatanna was a beautiful accident, I'll admit," Agatha said, unabashed but didn't feel guilty in the least.

"But he's not only the Black Knight; he's Ricky Luciano." Agatha pulled out a dry cleaning stub and winked at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Ricky's eyes widened in surprise at her casual revelation as he hadn't expected her to reveal his identity so easily.

"All I'm suggesting is that we consider the proposal. Ricky is a member of the church but holds no allegiance to them, and he could shield us." Agatha said, shifting the conversation back to a strategic focus.

The elders exchanged glances, their initial desire to refute her claims warring with the reality that Ricky was not just any fighter but a warlock with connections to the church.

The weight of Agatha's words hung heavily in the air, prompting them to reconsider.

"Very well, let us reconvene after we've thought properly about it." The old man said, scanning the room for agreement.

The other elders nodded, the tension easing slightly as they began to process the implications of Agatha's proposal.

"Agatha, what is going on-" Ricky started, bewildered by the turn of events.

"Darling, I know it's a lot, but could you please trust me?" Agatha interrupted, leaning closer to him, her demeanor shifting to something more intimate.

She gently took Zatanna from his arms and floated her over to the elders, who immediately began to dote on the baby, showering her with affection and treats.

"That means you two have to leave as well." Agatha shot a pointed look at Alexander and the floating Percival, who frowned but understood the urgency of the situation.

As the others exited, Agatha conjured a swirling portal, pulling Ricky into her luxurious chambers.

The opulence of the room enveloped them, rich fabrics and delicate enchantments creating an intimate atmosphere.

"We need to talk, darling. Please." Agatha urged, sensing his apprehension but before Ricky could voice his concerns, she took the lead and they both settled onto the massive bed, the plush comfort contrasting sharply with the tension in the air.

"I know you came here to train." Agatha began, her tone serious while caressing her cheek.

"But darling, there is a crisis within the coven." Agatha's fingers gently caressed Ricky's frowning face, her touch both soothing and grounding as he braced for what was to come.

"What crisis?" Ricky asked, knowing he shouldn't pry but unable to hold back. His instincts urged him to be wary, to prepare for trouble lurking beneath the surface.

"For centuries, a rogue branch of the Vatican has been chasing and eradicating all witchkin and warlock kind," Agatha said, her voice steady but laced with urgency.

"The most tragic part of this story was the Salem witch trials, where they discovered our hidden town and burned countless innocents at the stake." Agatha sighed, recalling the horrid memory that is still burdening her heart even today.

"But our sources say the hunters have slowly started to pick up on our scent. I'm sure they will track down our hidden paradise soon, finishing what they started centuries ago." Agatha held Ricky's hands into her own, staring him deeply into his eyes.

"So you want me to fight them-"

"Oh darling, no. God knows what they're up to right now; you'd only go on a wild goose chase after those nutjobs." Agatha dissuaded him, watching as Ricky's frown deepened.

"I want you, Ricky Luciano, to protect my coven and take us to New York until they finally revela themselves." Agatha's request was bold, and Ricky immediately looked away, his thoughts swirling.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, I don't know-"

"Darling, listen. I know about your situation with Dracula." Agatha grabbed his arm, anchoring him in place between her cushions.

"We will lend you our forces when you clash with him. We'll put everything into assisting you, but we cannot stay here for another ten years." Agatha had a pleading urgency in her voice, and Ricky couldn't help but listen intently.

"The witch hunters have been picking off our scouts one by one, the very ones we've placed to gather intelligence on witchkin. They're slowly uncovering our whereabouts." Agatha said, her hands trembling, betraying the weight of her anxiety.

Ricky let out a weary sigh, but he reached for her hands, clasping them firmly in his.

"Agatha, you said it yourself: I'm not strong enough-"

"But when you kill Dracula, you'll be so notorious that even the witch hunters will have to back off. You will give us a safe haven within your territory and more time to raise our daughter." Agatha spoke of Zatanna with a fierce determination, knowing she was the future of their cult. But they needed much more time to properly nurture her into a true powerhouse.

*Sigh*

Ricky wanted to crumple under the weight of the decision, yet he held firm, aware that taking in an entire advanced coven wouldn't be as simple as it seemed.

"So this is my offer, darling," Agatha said, her voice sultry and smooth. "I'll help you in your war with Dracula, lending you the forces and equipment you need." Agatha purposefully trailed off, slowly positioning herself over Ricky, rubbing against his growing arousal.

Honestly, Ricky was likely to accept regardless; the offer was incredibly tempting and yet, his business sense urged him to remain silent for just a little longer, hoping that Agatha might reveal even more valuable concessions.

"I'll even give myself to you as your woman; heart, mind, body, and soul." Agatha's whispers echoed seductively in Ricky's ears, igniting a fire within him that he could no longer resist.

"For the minor fee of allowing my coven to migrate into Luciano territory when you finally return." Agatha softened her tone, but Ricky had already lost control as in a surge of desire, he threw her onto the bed, unable to hold back any longer.

"Yeah, deal."