Chapter 126

DOMERIC POV

"How are you doing today Irontooth?" Domeric asked as he looked at the man inside the cage who glared at him balefully with nothing but pure hatred in his eyes.

"Are you really going to remain silent?" he asked.

Despite the greater strength, agility and intelligence the man had gained from the ritual, it seemed like the man was still not intelligent enough.

Or maybe he was just stubborn.

"Very well then." He pointed the wand through the hole in the glass and sent a painful curse to the man whose eyes widened in fear before the curse hit and the man started writhing painfully on the ground.

It was not Crucio. No that curse was far too powerful and left… traces. Plus, he needed to use a lot of hate to use that curse which was the main reason why he never really used the unforgivable.

This curse was one or two step below the Cruciatus Curse in pain and took more magic from him to perform. But it was clean. Once he removes the curse, it won't leave any lasting effect on the victim. Except for the psychological ones of course. And he don't have to channel any negative emotion to use this curse.

It was quiet handy for a on sight interrogation when he was the Head auror.

After half a minute he removed the curse and the man fell on his back pitifully, taking deep breaths to compensate for all the air he expelled out while shouting.

Jakka Irontooth. A pirate and a slaver. Someone with multiple counts of rape, murder, slavery and torture. A sociopath who thinks nothing of all the life he had taken in his life.

One of the many men that Muron captured and sent his way for his 'Experiments'.

"Are you willing to talk now Irontooth." He asked patiently and the man glared balefully at him though there was more than a hint of fear in his eyes this time.

The man nodded and he took out the notepad, opened the 7th page and started asking questions.

Ten minutes later.

He looked at the various reports he had gained from all his experiments and deduced that there was truly no negative side effect of the Experiment.

He had done his fair share of brain scans before and after the ritual and came to the conclusion that aside from gaining a better memory, better reflexes and better observation skills, the brain doesn't show any other change. Especially in the region of the brain that was responsible for emotions.

Yes, all intents and purposes, the Ritual was a success.

Now only one thing remained.

He looked at the 100 strong Dothraki men he had captured for this experiment.

The Dothraki. A tribe of savages that spread pain and misery everywhere they went.

He was usually not this harsh in his opinion of people from different culture but the Dothraki just rubbed him in all the wrong ways.

They didn't built anything of their own. They destroyed any city or civilization that they're powerful enough to destroy. They prey on the weak and defenseless, calling themselves fearless warriors for doing so. They killed indiscriminately and they practiced slavery.

Yes, there was a reason he hated the Dothraki so much.

But the fact remained that they were strong. And healthy. Far more so than any back alley drunk pirate who could be found in the seas.

For this ritual, the stronger the sacrifice, the better the results.

So he had captured them for this ritual.

He completed drawing the runes on the ground with an ink made from the blood of Children of the Forest (willingly given), the sap from the eyes of the Weirwood tree, dragon bone dust, moonstone and a dozen other elements to make the ink more magically potent and keep it stable.

Once completed, he carried the unconscious men and put them in the hundred circles in the large runic matrix.

Man, he really missed the house elves when he had to perform menial tasks like these himself.

Once the sacrifices were put into their places, he took out a Petrified Dragon egg from the Bottomless bag and put it near the head of the Runic Matric.

Then he went to the Center of the matrix, removed his clothes as well as any other possession from his body and laid down naked on the cold hard floor.

Then with a flick on his wand, the ritual started and the whole world went white as a searing pain went through his body.