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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed. Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation. But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’. Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage. P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it. *** I do not own the cover, will remove it if asked. --- join the discord server : discord.gg/fkTbUfBRsH

Grand_Void_Daoist · Fantaisie
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Pop Goes The Weasel

A shudder went down Nurse June's spine. The Young Lord's expression was frightening compared to his genial manner earlier.

More than that, it was the fact that Lucius discovered that she used her gift that alerted her. She did not realize that he was this extremely skilled at detecting Aether.

Or perhaps he was simply too paranoid.

Yes, that was more likely.

"Forgive me… this one does not understand what the Young Lord is speaking about." Nurse June tried to lie with a sweet smile.

"You know very well what I am referring to." Lucius flatly said.

  "Perhaps it is your imagination, Young Lord?" 

"You're telling me that my judgment is clouded?" Lucius raised a brow, speaking more coldly. 

He would have preferred to not fool around any longer, but he was also interested in seeing how much further she'll dig her own grave.

"No, Young Lord. It is…"