Finally Back: 1

Phoenix's P.O.V.: 

Phoenix went on to live one life after the other, while learning to not only be a "human" again but also how to move up in each world and eventually reach the top. He slowly gained knowledge and soul power from all the worlds he went to. It was a different experience all together not having his choices and even movements predetermined by the Jailor System. Has hard of an adjustment as it was, he was grateful that he was able to gain the experience and knowledge before being completely free to investigate and exact his revenge.

Phoenix even worked on his aversion to anything and everything as well as working on concurring his PTSD a tiny bit at a time. It was extremely difficult at first but soon he was able to make some progress in the form of baby steps, but he found that, that is what worked best for him. It all started acknowledging that some strong negative reactions to simple, places, items and even animals was because of his trauma not because he actually disliked them.

It was Solaris who recommended introducing those elements into his everyday routine and increase the amount of exposure time to them a tiny bit every day. It took a few lifetimes, but it was worth it!

He was able to start having physical contact with animals and then with other people as long as it was brief and not intimate. He was able to get a lot better when it came to letting people into his bubble, but he still kept them all at arm's length except for one single person. 

He focused on learning as much as he could in every life while growing stronger mentally. It was not always easy or smooth sailing, far from it actually. In the beginning he still had the mentality of still being imprisoned but with time and Solaris' help he was able to conquer his fears and gain confidence.

By the time He reached the last world he had a love of all things small and cute and could now freely interact with small animals and even children. There were still many things he was averse to, but he knows in time he can conquer them too. He had just wished he could have made more progress before they make it all the way back to their "Home plane", as Solaris called it.

Phoenix had honed his skills in acting and manipulation as well as becoming a polyglot. He can now pick up knew languages nearly immediately without Solaris's help. He has also grown to be an avid parent of plants of fur babies, as well as an avid foodie, somethings he never thought he would like, let alone love.

He had done it all and managed to not only become proficient but mastered the business world, being and artist (acting, music [singing, playing all instruments and composing and producing music of all genres]), all styles of fighting including being a soldier, all sports, politics including running empires, culinary arts, alchemy and chemistry as well as, medicine, all things technology related and he even honed being a mafia leader as well as an elite assassin, all of this spanning from primitive times to the vast future era.

Phoenix lost count of how many types of worlds and eras that he has been to and that is only counting the ones he has been to since he broke free from the other prison/hell he was in in the other plane. In all honesty he is not sure what to call it or how to describe it, but it does not matter now. He is free and he will focus on his missions that he has to complete so that he can be completely free while investigating who kidnapped him to begin with. He wants to know why he is, but more than that he wants revenge, and he is ravenous for it but will a clear head. Heads will roll by the time he is done with his abductors and anyone and anything that has a hand in it.

 (A.N.: I am sorry yall. I can visualize it in my mind but even I am having a hard time describing it without going into details that no one wants to go over again… or do you? I can do a side story to clear things up if that's what ya'll want.) With that said Phoenix can say he has seen it all and nothing surprises him anymore. He is no longer that scared doe eyed young and naive man he used to be. He has steeled his heart and is as ruthless as he is apathetic though he makes a point not to harm the innocent as he does not want to put anyone through what he was forced to endure. Though he does not go out of his way to harm others unless they cross him first, he is by no means benevolent.)

Phoenix considered the possibility that he deserved that punishment than he thought back on what he experienced. 'Fuck that bullshit! I do not care if I actually did something that warranted my imprisonment but what I went through was far more than just a punishment! Nothing justifies that level of hell unless I did that to someone first… No even at my darkest I would never have done that to some or something!' he could not even keep the venom from coming out even in his thoughts when it came this this subject.

He was gritting his teeth so hard his molars nearly cracked, and his jaw muscles looked like they were dancing from the amount of twitching they were doing under the immense pressure Phoenix unknowingly used. He lowered his eyes and spit on the ground to the side of him. When he raised his eyes again one could see a beautiful fiery storm raging in them. He took a breath to calm down, closed his eyes and centered himself. Once he regained control he looked back up with his usual cold and detached nature.

Even through all these years he never made any real friends, he just learned to go through the motions. Well, there was one person that he had a simi close relationship with; however, the relationship he shared with him was platonic but a bit more than an acquaintance.

Like him, Draco was stoic, aloof and appeared to be A-Sexual as well. They were business partners and roommates. He was honestly the closes Phoenix has ever had to a real friend. Maybe he was seeing how long the lived and worked together. But he won't think of such things now, that life is behind him and its best he moves along as he always has.

 He learned the art of seduction as part of necessity, something he still is not use to nor really ok with since he is A-sexual it all made him sick to his stomach though he could hide it away completely. He has never had any sexual desires nor relationships due to the abuse he endured turning him A-sexual.

*A/N: Well yeah that would turn most anyone a-sexual, and sadly it does here in real life as well. With all the abuse he endured it comes of no surprise to him and he is ok with that. It just gives him one less headache to deal with. He can barely manage to have close acquaintances let alone a lover. But there is a part of him that still urns for that closeness one can only find with their fated mate. Phoenix is not stupid, and he is all too aware that he has next to zero percent chance of having and finding his destined mate.

Even if he did manage to find his fated mate it would only end in disaster as he is so irrevocably broken, damaged beyond repair and he has come to terms with it. Hell, he still struggles with emotions and feelings, most the time he was stoic and could be considered as the emperor of ice kings and ice princes.

 He always has a stoic look on his face that kept everyone at bay, never trusting anyone or anything. The only things that Phoenix has ever shown favor to or attachment to are reading, writing, animals, technology and the arts including culinary, music, painting, sculpting, woodwork, meatal work and surprising enough making jewelry.

Phoenix loved to create things. He loved working with different materials to create new, beautiful and both useful and ornate things. He loved combining raw organic materials with technology and alchemy. He loved it so much that at the end of every life he would store his most precious items with Solaris.

Phoenix has been able to accumulate enough items that he could live off of them for more than 200 lifetimes since initially breaking free from his prison. Though currency is different in every world he keeps all the precious and rare materials including rare elements that he can use in crafting his potions, elixirs, weapons and even in his jewelry making as his special pieces all have special abilities that only come from certain types of worlds.

Those precious items are only for him as he doesn't share with anyone. Somethings are too precious to share not to mention he cannot tell anyone where the ingredients or elixirs and potions come from. He also collects cooking ware along with ingredients as he has a passion for cooking, and it is not always easy to have or find the right tools and items needed in the worlds he goes to.

The more soul power he gains the stronger Solaris becomes too. In the beginning Solaris was not able to have a pocket space and once he was it was small and only was able to hold up 6 items or 12 small elixirs or potions but now it can hold up to 100 items.

Solaris has even given him more information on what his full powers are but that they are locked still until the make it back to their "home dimension." He has also explained to Phoenix about the different dimensions and the planes. Solaris explained that he could not go into much detail but that there was two dimensions, and each had a multi verse as well has four planes and that there are rulers over each plane, dimensions and that there is even a higher tier, plane that is even above the Heavens, who reign over all but that that was as far as he could tell him for now.

Phoenix has learned to be patient and not push him for answers, but Solaris has also learned when it's best to speak up even if it slightly goes against his orders. It is up to Solaris to make that fine line destination, thus never going against his directive. 

Phoenix could not help but think about this last world or rather life he lived. Afterall it was the first time he had opened up in any real way and allowed someone to get close him though it was barely more than and close acquaintance relationship to others but to him that was a very intimate relationship, after all Dra could be considered his first real friend since this whole mess began. He lightly chuckled and sighed deeply while lost in his thoughts about this last world and life he lived and the person who was the only constant in his life.