The Magus Echoes of the forgotten

Mark Tenery's life was riddled with obstacles and challenges, most of which stemmed from his difficult upbringing. Each passing day seemed to bring with it a new set of difficulties, contributing to the uphill climb he faced in his journey through life.His father was abusive and during his depressive days he would get wasted inside his bedroom and he would only come out to eat, use the bathroom and occasionally to release his pent up frustration and anger.During his life, he worked hard like a madman, but to no avail, he had no talent for business nor as a social climber, he was unsuccessful in his endeavor.As a result, his mental state began to deteriorate, taking his self-esteem down with it. In an attempt to escape reality, he turned to alcohol and resorted to physical violence against his own son, as a show of power and dominance.Believing it to be his paternal responsibility, he subjected his son to physical abuse, asserting his dominance and control over him. Even the slighte

In the soft glow of the moonlit night, at that very moment, disbelief washed over him as he beheld his mother's silhouette intertwined with that of another man.Despite the slight distance between them, it was not enough to shield him from the painful truth he had been avoiding for far too long. The answers he had desperately sought had always been right before his eyes.Defeated and disillusioned, a single tear escaped his eye, as if the weight of the world was conspiring against him. And deep down, he realized he should have expected nothing less.His father had been unemployed, wasting away in despair.Each night, his mother would don an exquisite gown that hugged her curves, enhancing her beauty. With meticulous care, she applied makeup before venturing out.Care she had withheld from him.It became a nightly ritual, one that her son observed with a mix of curiosity and longing.The pain that engulfed him was unbearable, and in those moments, he yearned for someone to share his bur

The warmth enveloped me in a cocoon of safety, and the blinding brightness left me at a loss for words. I felt weightless, as if I were drifting through the air, until my gaze settled upon... ... What's that? An ethereal tunnel!The idea of a light at the end of the tunnel had always seemed like a cliché, but now it felt like a tangible possibility.I see, so I died!Sigh, so it ended like that? It was just at the tip of my fingers. Where did it all go wrong?Jeffrey! That bastard Jeffrey!As I cursed his name over and over again, I felt the anger and hatred reignite within me.The warm light could no longer suppress my rage... but it also felt a little strange. My anger, I mean.It was not just directed at Jeffrey. No! There was something or someone else I was more hateful towards!I didn't know at whom or what that rage was directed, but I felt as if I were a third person in this situation.Yet, the light was warm and peaceful. Even that unbridled anger and rage were being covered,

A week after the funeral, Elyon's once silent bedroom became filled with guests who had come to offer their condolences to the family.However, Elyon couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness and annoyance towards the nobles who looked at him with pity.Their pity seemed insincere, lacking any genuine empathy in their eyes.He didn't want to be subjected to such superficial pity. In fact, he didn't want to be pitied at all. The only reason he could endure the constant exposure to this kind of pity, which didn't reach their eyes, was because of Asselin's presence.Asselin's persistent support was the anchor that helped Elyon cope with this unfamiliar and uncomfortable situation. She had been there for him since that fateful day, providing him with care and attention, regardless of the time of day or night. Her presence tried to fill in the void of his mother's absence, making him feel less alone.Asselin's attentiveness sometimes startled him, as if she could read his mind. This asp

"Stepping over the line?" Lord Marduk said with a touch of amusement on his lips, a slight smirk forming. "Dreams are beautiful, and I came to witness one. Life must be good here for a mere caretaker to welcome me in such a way. Why don't you step aside and let me meet my little cousin? It will save us both time and effort. You can't sow seeds on barren ground. Fertility is needed, but not crows!"Lord Marduk's words seemed to have an unexpected impact on her. Asselin trembled slightly, her expression shifting from unwillingness to guilt.I was baffled! This outcome hadn't been within any of my guesses. How did he manage to shut down Asselin so easily with just his words? It infuriated me to see him belittle her and refer to her as a mere caretaker. Hmph! He's lucky she's holding me back! I couldn't accept how effortlessly he destroyed her defiance with his polished speech.Unaware of my thoughts, Lord Marduk approached me with a relaxed yet commanding demeanor. He eyed me expectantly,