11 Martyr

"Years ago, your father met your mother and they fell in love. Their action looked down upon as they were members of the council of the Ancient Twenty Three, a council that ruled over the central continent and once the whole of Profilius."

As amazing as this all was, Nolamine was all ears as he looked at the smoke changing shape, to that of a woman, a man, and then a map similar to that of earth.

"Your father had different beliefs about how far magic, its innovations and experiments should go and with your mother by his side, they started gaining supporters. Seeing this, the others plotted against them. This made your father send your pregnant mother to this world, so as to protect you and her."

Nolamine had to admit that her telling the story and showing it using her smoke at the same time made it easier to understand and not forget, almost worth something his savior gave him for another purpose.

He noticed something though. He somehow would tell that the old lady did not know the information about his mother coming to earth so to get away from the others. He listened as she continued.

"Your father was eventually captured and so to make an example out of him, he was made a martyr, as he did not renounce his beliefs even when told they would spare his life. He was paraded on the streets as large crowds gathered, even those who supported him turning on him."

Nolamine was emotional at this point.

"He was killed for his beliefs and his body hanged on the streets for all to see for months. But, after months of rotting in the open, it disappeared."

The lady paused for a bit and then continued. It was like information was coming into her and Nolimane looked at her as she took in the information, but did not notice it. He thought it was something to do with her powers.

"They were blinded by their triumph of capturing him and did not notice the curse that had been festering in him. Before he left your mother, he had taken some of your blood while you were in her womb. It bound you and his death with a Blood Curse. When you were born, the curse activated and certain conditions were met, he came back to life. Flesh grew from his bones, skin wrapped around that flesh, his eyes returned to life and hair covered his skin. He was human but blood was not pumping through his veins as the curse binds your blood to his body. "

Nolamine did not know whether to be surprised or impressed.

"He became something known by few as it had been done to only two others, and he had done it voluntarily. He is now what those few call a Schrödinger, someone who is alive and dead at the same time."

The old lady paused again and this time Nolamine saw that she was gathering her thoughts.

"He knew what he had to do. In the end, he foiled the plans of those who killed him and took something very important to them and hid it. He now dwells on a rocky mountain, each day losing his mind to madness and with the place perpetually raining black rain. There he sits forever looking to the sky, unable to die. With your blood being the reason he lives, his and your curse can only be broken by severing the link that binds you, your blood. Thus, he can only die by your hands."

Nolamine did not know what to feel at that point. The smoke depicting his father sitting all alone on a rocky mountain unable to die broke his heart.

"You mother.... you mother... Ahhh."

She yelled as her eyes returned to normal and the smoke cleared. What was thrown on the mat had disappeared together with the smoke, leaving the crystal behind. It melted and turned into black goo before turning into smoke and disappearing.

He watched as the old lady cried black blood.

"It seems your mother is as unforgiving and powerful as I knew her."

She said as she wiped the blood. She reached out her hand and tried to grab his throat with her nails claw-like and looking menacing, Nolamine only noticing late that she wanted to kill him right then, but the hand stopped right in front of him like a force was holding her back. She sat back down and sighed.

"Seems like those on your mother's side are still powerful even in death. You are lucky, kid."

She said as she bent forward and stopped when face to face with him, looking at him straight in his eyes. Nolamine was still shaken by what was going on. From telling a story in such a vivid and wonderful way, although depressing, to now trying to kill him. His day was just that wild.

"Do not underestimate your eyes, kid, and look into my eyes and see what I am hiding."

She said, and Nolamine who was already looking into her eyes could not look away. His eyes saw through the veil of lies she was portraying as he saw a beautiful and seductive woman and as he focused on that woman, he saw her very nature. What he thought was her soul saying something. He could not hear what it was saying but he understood it as it turned black and viscous.

"You want nothing else but to kill me in such horrible ways that you can't make up your mind?"

He said with horror in his voice and backing away. The old lady smiled and as she did, he instinctively shut his eyes. His intuition sensed danger. Lightning melted the roof as it struck right where the old lady was, the sound deafening.

He opened his eyes and in front of him was melted cement so hot his balls were being cooked. He moved away and that's when he noticed that the room was now dark. All the candles had vanished together with the old lady and the mat. He was alone in the room.

"Too bad, you still have your mother's blessing. The next time I see you I shall dismember you limb, from limb, and sacrifice you to the abyss. I wonder if that would make your father give in to the madness. For now, thank you for the information."

A voice sounded out in the darkness with only the red-hot cement providing light. This time around it was of a young woman and it was seductive. His skin crawled. It seems he had dodged death three times that day. Even though it looked like the lightning was not meant for him, he still counted it as surviving. He looked up to the ceiling and what he saw emphasized the incomprehensible day he was having.

His eyes pierced through the clouds and what he saw was the eye of something so large he could not imagine how big it was. It was looking down at him, straight through the hole the lightning had made. It disappeared thereafter.

He was too young to be stressed by decisions he made, in particular going to see such a sketchy witch, monsters he could not dare to comprehend, worlds he did not know about and beautiful sexy witches disguised as old wrinkled women who were also sadistic and wanted to sacrifice him to what they called the abyss.

He stood up with the wind taken out of him by all the day's events and information. He went to his room and took a bun to eat before he went to sleep as he was still hungry.

He slept with a bun in his mouth, it falling down as he had not even bit into it.