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Capítulo 165: Emblem of All

Opening Baels Origin of Circles, my eyes began to gleam as I saw a small pentagram appear within my eyes. It was not complicated, only holding a simple drawing of a circle with a star reaching the edges of its base.

"The Art of Circles revolves around creation. Formations we perceive are merely an illusion that blinds or, in a way, how we understand what creation is. In some way, all beings are composed of their very own circle, in other words, an Emblem.

"To the few that awaken their emblem, it marks the beginning of their comprehension into their souls or the self. A force even at my level I have yet to fully understand. Be it the Fallen or the Angels. Father has granted us our own circle. What I believe to be our soul. "

Pausing, I frowned as I touched my left eye. Opening my palm, a small Emblem began to take form. Slowly the ring began to twist and turn. Bending as profound markings began to take root around the outer scripts of the circle. Some held the markings I was all too familiar with, but as it began forming, I saw myself looking back at me from my palm. I could see my ashen hair, along with my left eye glimmering with power.

"A ring? So this was an emblem the entire time? Most of the times I saw you before, it was blurred. Should I call you the Elder Ring for now? You know, some people believe the circle is the answer to all life. It seems they were not wrong how quaint." I slowly muttered as darkness slowly began embedding itself into the complex ring.

Closing my palm, I released my emblem, returning my attention back to the Baels Origin of Cycles manual. Bael had a rather peculiar view regarding Souls claiming that it was merely a lie we see. The flames that burn brightly were merely our minds not being able to comprehend what we were seeing.

The more I read, the more I began to understand that Circles were merely the souls wrapped into a more complicated web of truth and lies. It was the root of your existence, or at least that is what bael thought. There was a definite way of understanding what a soul was since, by his logic, what we perceive was a lie created by us was, in fact...

"Is my reality truly just a lie." I Weakly muttered, remembering the words of Gabriel, "But if that's the case, how can I understand my existence is a lie if my thoughts are a lie? It's a paradox...none of it makes any sense. If my soul is lying to my reality and reality is tell me the same lie, is it still a lie? But is reality truly lying? No matter how I look at it, Emblems or souls its all leads to a paradox? None of it makes sense. The only concept that holds true is that a lie is being told. "

Pursing my lips, I continued fueling my understanding of Circles and Emblems while being consuming more in Baels' theory of creation. It had taken half the book, but once I reached the middle, Bael finally started talking about the formation aspect of Circles.

Compared to what I learned in Asterion, Bael showed me an entirely new world. Understanding from before, Bael slowly began connecting various Dao's together, claiming how I only needed to know one formation to cast any type of spell. Which oddly enough, even though he didn't say it, I knew he meant my emblem.

And assuming you do not have an emblem, all you need is to create your primordial circle to use as a catalyst an emblem not like your own to connect the Reality of Circles with yours. While it may not be as powerful or fast, you can remove the thought of becoming simply a single elemental Demon but one that can control every type of element under the heavens.

Coming back to the pentagram at the beginning of the book Bael slowly began to explain, "Do not think simply in the first or second dimension. There are hundreds if not billions of higher dimensions left to comprehend. However, the greatest Circle will always be one from your soul."

Scanning the various pages of Bael showing how he turned the simple one-dimensional pentagram into a second dimension and finally the third dimension. My mind began to spin as I felt my body begin to heat up as he continued applying various conditions within the circle. Suddenly, this first-dimensional formation was slowly filling it with various complex aspects that seemed to build up so much I perceived it to be a third-dimensional formation. When in reality, it was simply just a first-dimensional circle.

"This is a mind fuck... So I could truly be living in a one-dimensional world. Bent and twisted so much I think myself I am in a third dimension. " I yelled in plain annoyance before continuing.

"We devils of The Nines do not rank circles as mortals do. We consider them first, second, and third dimension circles because, in a way, this is what all formations are. No matter how you dress it up or how complicated you make a formation in this realm or in pretty much any realm it will always consist of these three aspects even when applying a fourth-dimensional force Like Dao or fifth-dimensional forces like concepts. "

Days slowly began to pass as I ignored the screams of my doctors as they began doing various scans over my body. It had taken almost an entire week to read through Baels's Origin of Circles. Yet, even then, I felt I had only understood about two percent of all what Bael wrote.

Opening my eyes, I sat up with a disturbed expression. Baels was so descriptive I felt I could downright write the spell that I saw Silvia cast. She was a fire mage, although, due to her emblem, she could, in theory, cast any spell.

Taking a deep breath, the air around me began to thin and fade as my eyes began to flash. Bael said I needed to summon my emblem to cast a spell, but it was within my left eye. It was always active ready for me to use at a moment's notice. Sending a cold glance around to see if I was alone, I slowly entered a deep trance.

Feeling my elder ring shivering with excitement, my mind flashed back to the scene of Silvia raining spells down with the outskirts of Sarem. It was brief, but my eyes could make out the exact spell formation she used.

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Opening my palm, a small ball of black flames appeared as my eyes went wide. The power was close to the same level as my Impact arte but required ten times less qi, although that was one concept I never had to worry about. My foundation was so powerful I never had to worry about running out of qi.

Feeling the intense heat, the clothing around my body began to smoke and churn. Exstiguasion my flame, I felt a deep excitement within my heart to begin finally learn various circles, and I still have to read Bahomets book. Rituals of Damnation. With a vibrant smile, I arose from my bed.

"Guess everyone else recovered. It has been a week, after all. I can't stay here any longer; less they try to experiment on me."


Capítulo 166: Work of the Devil

"You really are a pain the ass; you know that?" Bjorn, my cellmate, complain, eyeing me up and down in relief. "But it's good you made it. Congrats on your breakthrough."

Cuffing my arms, I bowed, "Thanks for the assist. Things would have turned differently if not for you."

"Please, those three girls of yours were there to protect you. Especially the one with the silver hair. I don't know who she is, but it was thanks to her that you are safe."

Pulling my lips upwards, I could not help but smile, knowing Lilith was watching over me...Hmm, she was probably within Midgard for a while. Silly little thing...

"While I am grateful, who are you?" I ask. Bjorn looked around, shaking his head.

"I am one of the servants of the Vanir Clan. Sent here to protect any young sorcerors I find. It was just my bad luck I was stationed here, but I have informed the Vanir Clan about you."

"They already know about me; I met one of their elders already. He even gave me a recommendation." I lightly said with a smile as Bjorn froze.

"...Do...Do you know his name?" he stuttered in fear backing away.

"Silvia called him, Lord Torgeir,"

"By the Northern seas of Njörd, you met Lord Torgeir," Bjorn whispered in dread falling to his knees as he kowtowed towards me.

"Forgive my rudeness, young master." He shivered in fear, completely forgoing his early friendliness.

"Who was that old man?" I asked in confusion.

Opening his eyes wide, Bjorn frantically shook his head, "I cannot say, not until you officially become a member."

"Great, more official bullshit. Get up; you will blow your cover if you act like this." I said with a smile. "Tell me what happen while I was out."

"The Young master, tribulation destroyed half our prison, allowing some to escape. From what I hear, three men that have broken past the gate of truth have escaped. The warden is fuming, summoning reinforcements from Hallr. They should be here in a few days."

"Days? hallr is a months journey." I replied, touching my chin, "Is there a teleportation formation? Or are these people that powerful?"

"They are riding on wyverns, young master. From what I hear, some high officials are coming to interview all the new arrivals. They will be testing everyone, so be ready to hide your Qi."

"We need to leave within two weeks. Do you have a way of fleeing?" I coldly asked, remembering the horde of undead heading towards Sarem as we speak.

"...I do. Why?" he asked in confusion.

"I suggest you leave as quickly as you can. A horde of zombies are coming, and the Vanir's are busy with something else to help. If it was only normal undead, I would not care, but these things are different. They are capable of learning and evolving. Killing them is also difficult."

"Dear Lord, A Lich, what is one of them doing in the outskirts of Midgard." Bjorn yelled, slapping against the wall beside him, "Groma, we need to go prepare our escape. I will contact the Clan to confirm what Arsene said." he stated, leaving the cell in a flash.

Shrugging without care, I sat down on the floor, closing my eyes as my mind began to flash. Blending my mind with the darkness, the darkness became my eyes as I observed the entire prison creating a map of my escape.

With a vicious gleam, I arose, walking towards the edge of my cell. That was wide open. It was currently lunchtime for these animals, and the guards were currently watching over the brutes that needed food.

Looking around at some of the guards, I applied darkness to make my presence vanish before I began seemingly wandering around. There were a few instances where a few people would glance, but no one really paid attention to a weak gate of Man.

Walking towards the depts of the prison that was not destroyed, I saw hundreds of Gate of Truth waiting. Their weapons were drawn, ready for anything that could come in or out.

Getting past these people was downright impossible. Even with my Dao almost at the second stage. With how weak my qi was, I could not even use ten percent of my comprehension. However, as a being of darkness, there are many things I could do.

Standing still, I pushed my senses past the hundreds of guards, reaching a particular door surrounded by darkness. With a slight smile, the darkness began to bend and twist at my will as a body of pure darkness appeared. To me, techniques or Artes were unnecessary; If one had enough imagination and control, one did not need Artes to create. Not everything needed to be about killing, something most cultivators cannot understand.

Staring at the young woman covered in chains, I smiled as the darkness drew closer. "Do you wish to leave?"

With her long Amber hair hanging low, I saw a gleam of light flash as qi began to fill the heavens. Raising her head, I saw a bronzed skin woman release a blood-thirsty grin, "A Shade?"

"Greeting, little lady," I whispered in a demonic tone as my eyes began to shine with power glowing crimson within the darkness. A slight tremor ran through the woman as her chains began to shine, forcing her qi back in place. A pale look quickly began to appear around her copper skin as she glared daggers into me.

"So want to be my bait?" I asked, cutting straight to the point. "I could escape on my own, but governer bo annoyed me, so I wish to give him one final fuck you."

Drawing closer, I began to notice her long ears as I smiled, "So you must be what they call Dökkálfar, you are far prettier than I thought. The name is Arsene Snow."

"Zanris," the gorgeous woman stated with a cold gleam as blood began to leak from her eyes. Suddenly to my surprise, it began to twirl in the air shooting at me. However, I did not even bother dodging as it went through my body.

"It's just darkness, not even my real body. But it's my first time doing something like this, so chill out a bit—the things we can do with a little imagination. Why cultivators only focus on battle Artes is beyond me. Now Zanris care to make a deal with the devil?"

Closing her eyes, Zanris suddenly snorted in derision, "Why would I help you? You are not powerful..."

Before she could speak, darkness stormed some of her chains before turning white. Applying the flames of hellfire for an instant, a single chain melted into nothing as her eyes opened wide.

"All I wish is to have you, my dare. Not sexually, of course. All I want is you." I lightly said my words, a little vague for her to interpret in the wrong way " Of course you can 'leave' this place once we are out."

"You will let me leave?" She asked with a hopeful expression that brought a rather ruthless gleam to my soul. Noticing the webs that covered this dark cell, I nodded.

"You may 'leave' anytime you wish." but you will still be mine, my dear little elf. Once you are mine, you will forever be mine. Next time specify what you wish to leave this prison or my ownership. You will always be mine.

Drawing a contract within the darkness, I placed it before her with a bloody gleam within my dark appearance. "the contract, all it needs is your blood."

Zanris seemed a little hesitant as she shook her head, "No, swear to the gods. Swear to the..."

"Fuck your gods; I worship no one. I am a being of the Nines. You little insects may crawl before your little gods like lost sheep, but I will not. Sign the contract or stay here for all eternity."

Opening her eyes wide, Zanris shivered, beaming with delight, "Good, Good, you are not a fanatic." She said, her golden eyes glimmering like two suns as a drop of blood fell upon the contract.

"Welcome to the Clan."


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