Bastard

The alarming amount of pain that Desmond felt was all turned into pleasure for him. Ever since Desmond's transformation Desmond loved pain he wanted to experience more of it and Zane brought him what he wanted. Desmond immersing himself in all the pleasure pain brought him he focused only on the pain, as a result, he lost control of his new powers for a moment and burst into flames.

The beautiful rainbow soul fire ignited Zane's furry beast arm which only served to piss him off more.

"Pathetic, what a weak flame. Something like that couldn't burn dry grass let alone harm me". Zane's soul was like tungsten while soul fire could directly damage a person's soul it couldn't do what was beyond Desmond's abilities. Desmond was only an intermediate rank apprentice mage while Zane was rank 3 their abilities couldn't even beginning to compare.

Zane proved that point almost immediately when a mouth with hundreds of rows of teeth slipped out of the darkness in his coat and sucked the soul fire off of Desmond's body. Desmond was fully conscious, while he liked the feeling of what happened he didn't appreciate being ripped apart again by someone. Desmond struggled to get the words out, but after much effort, Desmond was able to let out one strained word from his mouth.

"Asshole".

In a rage, Zane threw Desmond on the floor in front of him and began to whip Desmond's back with his own spine. Each strike was gruesome to witness while didn't use all of his strength Zane showed no mercy to Desmond as he punished him for his disrespect.

"Who are you to speak to me that way? I am a rank 3 magus you should be honored to even be in my presence. Let alone to have the opportunity to speak to me know your place trash". Zane said as he brought down Desmond's spine once again which tore off the flesh from Desmond's body and broke his bones.

Zane's words were harsh and his methods to get his point across was worse, but what he said was true. People in Theotera respect strength even if someone is far smarter than another or even braver. It means nothing if all that they built or had ever accomplished could be whipped away with a wave of someone's hand. It was only coincidence, luck, and personal interest that Desmond was able to meet such powerful people, speak to them, and not be immediately killed by one of them.

"Zane, how many times do I have to tell you to stop ripping people's spines out before you understand?". Seraphine was already angry about the waited food that she worked hard prepared. So, Zane ripping Desmond's spine out and betting him with it when he was her guest was bringing her close to the edge.

Zane stopped whipping Desmond and turned to Seraphine. He held Desmond's bloody spine straight and pointed it at her as he said, "and how many times have I told you guys that, that name was gifted to me. Though it is my name I do not like being called it".

Seraphine cared little for Zane's delicate feelings her care could even be seen in her eyes. "You're telling me that gives you the right to assault my guest in my y home. I don't give a damn if you were insulted or how much you were hurt. You will put my guest spine back now, repair his body along with his clothes before I lose what little patience I have left and make you".

Zane huffed out a big ball of smoke then replied, "I am not scared of you are not what you once were. I wonder how long you can keep fighting at your peek before that old wound of yours becomes your downfall".

Seraphine snickered and replied, "I wonder too, but it's about how many of your hearts I can destroy before you realize you can't even touch me? It doesn't matter how injured I am you will still find it difficult to match me and you know it".

"Indeed that special ability of yours is annoying It makes fighting you not fun at all". After weighing the odds in his head Zane conceded and began to repair Desmond. For Zane repairing Desmond's body was as easy as breathing transmutation was his specialty. Reshaping blood, flesh, and bones was something Zane did every day.

It was even easier for Zane to alter Desmond's body than his own or what he typically worked with because Desmond was still a very low rank. The higher a person's rank the harder it is to repair their injuries. For instance, someone below rank 1 has millions of options to heal themselves and repair their bodies. If they used, for instance, a high grade heal potion then it will be like their injuries never happened depending on the extent of the damage.

While someone at rank 1 can still use healing potions, but it would have the same amazing effects. The potion would only be good enough for burns, cuts, and other less severe injuries. At rank 2 a healing potion is useless so is 70% of most common treatment methods. Forcing people to find ways to treat themselves when they get injured. The higher a person's rank the more expensive the treatment.

A small scratch could cost millions to heal depending on the person and how unique their body is. Many people are forced to let their body recover naturally because of how expensive treatment could get.

Zane finished fixing Desmond in less than a minute his body was practically still human something Zane had a lot of practice experimenting on. As a result, there were no complications and Desmond was able to stand up like nothing ever happened.

Desmond checked his own body then looked at Zane he had mixed feelings about Zane so he did know what to say to him. But deep down in Desmond's heart he knew that Zane was an asshole.