The Grimoire of Curses [2]

In a swift motion Laz moved forward towards Azeroth and raised his right leg building up momentum and then pushing down with all his might Laz stomped down on Azeroth's face.

Thud!

Grrrr…..

The ground below his head caved in as cracks appeared around the small crater.

"So, this is mana...fascinating", Laz said in an amused tone, but his expression didn't change even a little, his face was emotionless and stoic.

"W-What in the world are you?"

Azeroth said through gritted teeth as he tried to push against Laz's feet, but the force was too great and Azeroth couldn't use his mana for some reason.

Tap!

Suddenly something came into Azeroth's vision.

"A blood droplet?"

"Aah, it couldn't be…."

Suddenly realisation dawned on him as his mouth agape.

"Blood suppression, ever heard of it?"

Laz asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Y-You! How?"

Azeroth was flabbergasted, blood suppression is a technique used by demons and vampires, using blood suppression one can suppress someone with a lower bloodline purity than themselves.

But the fact that he was being suppressed right now too by someone who's not a demon and someone who has just awakened isn't something he could tolerate.

Aargh…..

Azeroth groaned as the pressure from Laz's feet increased.

He was helpless right now.

"Did you forget?"

Azeroth looked up with great difficulty as he saw his face, porcelain white skin, a devilishly Charming face with sharp features and a tinge of baby fat, and those deep golden eye's that he has only once seen before.

Gasp

"It can't be!" 

Azeroth suddenly remembered, demons and vampires weren't the only ones that could use blood suppression, but rather they were the only races that made regular use of it, but rather every race could make use of it. One just had to infuse their mana with their own blood, creating an aura specific to their own bloodline and it couldn't be detected or sensed by someone with another bloodline.

"That vessel that you have incarnated in....is the body of a member of the Blackthorn clan, to be specific the son to a lesser bloodline, a mudblood to be specific"

'Why? Why? Why the fuck is this happening to me all of a sudden'

Azeroth couldn't help but Curse in his mind.

"But that doesn't explain why you can use the seal, and how did you even know about me and the Grimoire, that was supposed to be a secret that nobody could be let in on, otherwise the seal would have been lifted, just how?"

Azeroth spat in desperation, he didn't know what he was even supposed to do in this situation, a demon Duke no…..he was just a doppelganger, he didn't have the intelligence or pride or he didn't have them to the same degree as the real Azeroth had.

"Indeed, it was a good plan, first to only let someone with Octavious's blood to be able to activate the seal, second to put a curse a on him beforehand just to make his bloodline purity dwindle with the progressive generations, third to make an oath of certainty to assure your safety from the world by making him swear not to tell the world about your disposition and fourth by adding the statement in the seal, that Octavious shall not bring harm to you, truly a great plan"

Laz nodded as though he was impressed, but suddenly his face became still as his tone became monotonous.

"You didn't consider what will happen if an anomaly such as myself were to enter the scenario, wouldn't that be a shame~"

Making his tone a bit provocative Laz continued, "I can just imagine the face of your true self contorting when your form loses its connection, affirming your demise and also..."

With a huge smile he said in a low and cold voice filled with a weird form of joy.

".....what will his reaction be when he loses his treasured Grimoire that has painstakingly....Stole from the "King's Coffin "!"

"Ha…ha…ha..ha"

Azeroth's breathing became ragged as his whole body started to convulse.

"How? Just how do you know all this?" 

Azeroth said in a weak voice as he started to lose consciousness.

"Hmm, ah yes…", as if Laz remembered something he smiled and said. ".....it's because I...boo"

Suddenly Laz raised both his arms making a cross sign.

"I almost spilled my secret, I have wasted a lot of time already shall we begin looting!"

As soon as those words left his mouth, Laz started to walk forwards, in front of him was a golden shrine adorned in a scarlet hue, its menacing yet beautiful appearance made Laz's heart thump like crazy.

Laz's face flushed as his cheeks turned Rosy, "ah, how long has it been ever since I felt something like this!"

Laz exclaimed in delight.

Rummaging through the pouch he had on his waist, laz took out a vial containing some kind of azure liquid, and along with it he took out a bunch more mana stones.

"Hup!"

Crack!

Crack!

Shatter!

One by one Laz broke every single one of the mana stones, just this time all the mana which came out of the stone was sucked into his body leaving nothing behind.

"Ahh, this feels amazing, i can control mana now, but we'll it's a shame that i cannot control Psyons otherwise i would have liked to use magic"

With a disappointed expression he looked towards the shrine, but as soon as his eyes landed on the crimson cover of a certain ancient book with intricate archaic patterns drawn on it along with the metallic black corner protectors, his expression soon turned into one of delight and longing.

Looking down at the viel in which the azure liquid was stored Laz grinned as he uncorked the bottle and…..

Gulp

Gulp

….. without any hesitation gulped down its contents.

All this was happening right in front of Azeroth's eyes but he couldn't do anything about it, he could only look at the scene with hints of anger, resentment, envy and fear.

'What will happen to me?'

He couldn't help but wonder.

Suddenly...

Swoosh!

....all the magic energy and cursed energy present in the surroundings started to gather near Laz's outstretched hands, his eyes closed and his body composed, he had a serious expression on his face as his brows creased.

All the energy soon came together creating a huge lump of magic and cursed energy channelling together.

A huge cluster of azure and crimson light was revolving in front of Laz releasing a gastly purple hue.

"Hup!"

Right at that moment Laz brought both of hands together clasping both his hands together interlocking his fingers, along with his gesture the huge lump of energy also concentrated as it shrunk and became a lot more dense and a lot more bright almost to the point of blinding.

'H-H-How? How is this possible? That level of magic control, it shouldn't be possible for someone his age, hell not even an experienced demon below marquis rank will ever be able to achieve such a feat'

Laz's mana control was at the moment comparable to an A+ borderline S- ranked individual, of course his mana capacity and mana purity was another matter, it was both at mere G rank, but that was until he absorbed the mana from those mana crystals and used...

...The Lesser Elixir of Soul.

That made his mana purity become comparable to that of life essence, something that a normal human was incapable of, temporarily of course.

'No No No'

Azeroth screamed inwardly as he had no strength left and his mana was sealed, he tried to get up but the chains didn't even budge.

'i cannot let this happen, no, my dignity, and if the fact that my real self stole the Grimoire from the King's Coffin gets out, my clan will be destined to doom, i can't let that happen'

But alas it was too late.

Swoosh!

The energy that was previously in front of laz suddenly shot forward towards the shrine upon which the Grimoire of Curses levitated, and without making a sound the lump of energy was sucked into the Grimoire.

A silence followed....

"..."

"..."

Shhhh....

Breaking the silence was the rattling sound coming from the shrine, suddenly the glow coming from the shrine intensified as cracks started to appear all over it…..

Crack!

Swoosh!

Huge amounts of cursed energy spread out from the shrine as the shrine started to disappear, all the cursed energy which now lingered in the air started circulating around the Grimoire and Laz.

Laz looked towards the Grimoire, raising his left hand Laz outstretched his palms towards the Grimoire.

Pssh….

As the ancient Grimoire unfurled its aged pages, a symphony of arcane whispers filled the air, like ethereal melodies dancing on a forgotten breeze. Each page turned with a fluttering grace, revealing a boundless tapestry of knowledge, its words flowing like rivers of luminescent ink. Within its depths lay the secrets of forgotten realms, the mysteries of forgotten ages, and the unfathomable depths of infinite potential. The pulsating glow of the pages cast a spellbinding aura, beckoning with a siren's call to those who dared to glimpse its sublime power. It was as if the very essence of the universe unfolded, revealing a universe within itself, where wisdom and imagination entwined, igniting the minds of those fortunate enough to witness the mesmerizing spectacle.

Tap!

Tap!

Laz slowly walked towards the Grimoire and using his left hand he held the book in his hands, his cloak fluttering in the air and his white hair flowing smoothly the red hue surrounding them reflecting off of Laz's white skin and his right hands controlling the pages of the nigh-omnipotent item in his hands.

Laz finally looked up and gazed at Azeroth, he gazed into his purple eyes which were trembling, he was in total awe, never in his life has he been fortunate enough to see such a spectacle, even when he himself had made use of the Grimoire it had only provided him with just enough knowledge to use a curse, but in Lazarus's hands the book had onened itself as though....it had found its new and true master, a worthy one.

seeing such an expression Laz's lips curved upwards as an insidious grin appeared on his face.

Azeroth suddenly had a bad premonition…..as the next moment his feelings became reality.

"Curse of binding-Gleipnir"

A cold voice mixed with a hint of madness reverberated in the whole Labrinth.