Namzers Sevenzerio fought against the chains that kept him bound to the wall. The metal links rattled with every jolt of his body, echoing throughout the oppressive silence of his cell. It was a bleak and desolate place—bare, damp, and shrouded in nearly complete darkness. Bars surrounded half of it, allowing the ever-watchful eyes of the guards to monitor the prisoners without hindrance. The only light came from flickering magical torches beyond the barred wall, casting erratic shadows that danced like sinister spirits upon the cracked stone floor.

He felt as though he was losing himself for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

He could no longer recall when he had last been brought to that place.

He no longer felt human.

He knew he was becoming a monster.

Earlier, he had been fed the flesh of one of his own relatives.

Yes. He was no longer human at all but a creature feeding on fellow Magirians. Something foreign. Something other.

He had overheard the whispers of his captors. They were attempting to transform him into an improved version of a Half-Abominy pet.

He barely comprehended what that entailed. Yet, somewhere in the muddled haze of his mind, he recalled that an Abominy was born of corruption.

The God of Darkness, Selensko, had waged war against such beings and had forbidden all experiments involving highly corrupted Mana or Magirians as those could produce Abominy and Abominations.

Namzers also remembered that Abominy were typically born of Magirians and lesser beings. Meanwhile, when a Mag succumbed and turned, they became an Abomination. Something far more difficult to defeat and capable of corrupting entire Planes.

An Abomination was simply the next stage in the Abominy's evolution after it had absorbed countless Souls, immense quantities of flesh, corruption, and concentrated Malevolence.

Somehow, the God of Darkness had decreed that the Mag were a race superior to Magirians. This was why their transformation required more corruption and Malevolence, and why the result was something far more dangerous. The Abominations.

The Dark Lord himself was said to be purging the infected Mag, casting them into worlds nearer the Abyss where they would pose less of a threat.

Namzers' mind froze. How did he know all of this?

Panic seized him. He grew highly distressed and went into a fit, thrashing violently against the chains once more. The clanking of metal against stone grew louder and more frenzied, until a guard growled from beyond the bars.

"Shut up, or I will make you pay dearly."

Namzers went still. He had no desire to enrage the guards again. They were changed often, for they succumbed to corruption too swiftly. Many times, he and a few of his fellow inmates had ended up devouring those same arrogant guards who had continually taunted them.

Namzers grinned at the memory, then quickly recoiled in horror at his own thoughts.

He was truly becoming a monster.

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He forced himself to think. Slowly, fragments of memory returned. Yes, he remembered now. He had heard the tale from the dark-haired Celestial assigned to guard him. That being had spoken of it to his comrades and to the Sovereign Duke of the Irdalenvi Province—Sysyrio.

The fog that had long veiled Namzers' mind suddenly lifted. He recalled where he was and what had befallen him.

He had gathered from whispered conversations that he was being held on the seventeenth underground level of the Dark Magic Tower. The very structure that had been erected by the former Dark Queen before her fall. The Tower still stood in the remnants of what had once been a Kingdom, ruled by the Dark Imperius Empire. A Kingdom forged by the Goddess known as the Dark Queen.

Rumors abounded that she had been slain by the Primary God Selensko himself, and that all her children had been hunted down since, beginning with her daughter—the Mortal Goddess who had once reigned on a very large territory as Empress of the Dark Imperius Empire.

Namzers knew that the Mortal Goddess had long since fallen from grace. She had been cast down from her throne and thrown out of her Empire when the Dark Saint, an envoy of God Selensko, defeated her in single combat.

The Celestial had spoken the name of that Dark Saint. Sylia.

He had even referred to her as the 'Queen of Darkness'. No—he had called her 'All Queen of Darkness'. For reasons unknown, she went by both titles.

Namzers' eyes darkened.

Now he remembered.

Saint Sylia was the reason he was imprisoned in this nightmarish place. They had captured him after she had liberated the cousin he had sold to those Noble allies of his.

What they had done to Namzers since had been far worse than anything they had inflicted upon his cousin Yeezir. His suffering had turned to pure horror once that strange, dark-haired man who was constantly shrouded in shadow and Darkness, arrived. He had to be either a High Celestial or someone even greater. There could be no doubt. The man commanded an army of Celestials, after all. Who else could do such a thing?

Namzers growled low in his throat.

That Sylia bitch had orchestrated his downfall. He would eat her raw, along with her children.

That was his mission.

The reason he endured day after day this endless torture.

All for vengeance—against her and his cousin Yeezir.

The mongrel had not only escaped but was now living in luxury under the protection of Saint Sylia—all because of his devotion to those Darkness-related Gods.

Namzers remembered what the Saint had said as she took Yeezir away. His kidnappers had mentioned it when they came for him that day. She had declared that Yeezir's Soul was special.

Namzers had no choice but to sell his cousin with the help of a few relatives. Their village was lost. Most of the lands of their Semi-Independent Region, Yandralz, had fallen after the collapse of their Protection Goddess, Yzariana.

Yeezir might have possessed more magical power than Namzers, but he had always been weak of character.

Thus, Namzers decided to take charge of their family. He would lead their people in Yeezir's stead.

He still needed the money and the alliances that the sale of his cousin could secure. So he sold Yeezir for a fortune. The man was a Duke-class of an old Noble Family and with a pristine bloodline. He proved his usefulness despite his many flaws. Namzers' relatives had been overjoyed by the fortune brought by such easy transaction.

However, Saint Sylia ruined all the plans Namzers carefully orchestrated with his siblings' help.

She fed two of his brothers to her monstrous Lightling Dogs. His sister did not fare much better, although Namzers could no longer remember precisely what happened to her. He only knew it was nothing good.

His eyes hardened as he smiled cruelly.

He would escape. He would feast on the flesh of Saint Sylia's children. Nothing in the world would bring him greater joy.

But first, he needed to get rid of the Celestial assigned to guard him. Contrary to Namzers' other guards, that one could prove difficult to escape from.

His thoughts were abruptly halted as his gaze shifted to the right. There, by the wall, half engulfed in writhing Dark Shadows, stood a familiar creature.

A Dark Bunny.

Namzers trembled.

"Oh no!" he blurted out.

This was one of the Dark Saint's Familiars. Could she already be here?

The Dark Bunny bared his sharp teeth in a grin.

"At last, you noticed me. I was getting bored, waiting for you to snap out from your crazed state."

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