Acmog Kobror

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''You find a single paper, it feels cold between your fingers and looks like a piece of the night sky cut out like fabric from a larger cloth. It starts whispering.''

I remember... I had nearly forgotten I was a child once, but when your life ends it may tempt you to think of how it began... I was always a strange child, the other kids stopped playing when I was near, and would whisper and walk away. It's no mystery of course since I was prone to violence if things weren't the way I wanted them. The only person I really enjoyed being around was my uncle. My parents could never realise that I visited him though, they told him never to come back for some reason, they would never tell me why. He would teach me how to make things, how to defend myself, and if he found out that there was someone I didn't like I never saw them again. My parents were nice enough to me, but they hid me away whenever people would come to the home, they told my brother to take me places and keep me distracted. They must have been stupid since I could hear every word, and they didn't prevent this.

My brother hated being around me, scared of me by his actions. One day he was doing as our parents had asked and decided to drag me along with him to fish, even though I hated fishing... This was abnormal since usually, he would just do whatever I wanted to do since he was scared of me. I tolerated it for a few hours but he just wouldn't leave! So I told him that I was leaving, but him being stronger than me was able to restrain me and tie me up with some rope, but thanks to my uncle I was able to escape the rope. Once more I tried to sneak off but he decided to check on me and found that I'd escaped, this was intolerable so when he grabbed me I stabbed him the throat with a knife my uncle gave me, threw him into the river and watched his body rush away.

This turned out to be a mistake though because when I returned home my parents wanted to know where my brother was, I would not tell them so they went looking. They never found him though, I guess his body must have made it to the waterfall and who knows after that. But they kept me locked away constantly after that, I was only able to be free once a week, which meant I only saw my uncle once a week. This continued in an uneventful life until I was fifteen, then my uncle began teaching me magic! It was very exciting, I could do all the normal things life raise the dead, summon minor demons, syphon blood from myself to increase the number of spells I could cast at a time, etcetera. My uncle taught me how to make portals at the age of eighteen so late in the night I was able to sneak out of my room through a portal and learn more than ever before.

At this time my uncle started to teach me alchemy since we had much longer hours to learn since I could be free whenever I wanted. He started with the basics, flesh burning poisons, necromancer brew that would strengthen my raised dead and weaken my enemies, and potions that induced sickness into whoever drank it. At age twenty my parents finally kicked me out of their house since they would go in my room and sometimes find evidence of my talent, but nothing solid of course, mostly empty bottles that I would put in their food or into the water of their hogs whenever I got tired of them trying to trap me. And I managed to find love, it was strange how she was so similar to me, she even told me that she had killed her parents when she was eighteen after we had known each other for a year.

All of my free time was spent learning, so much that my uncle eventually had to start learning too, we would venture to a cave where his master was and he would teach us about a potion that could corrupt the soul of the drinker and with aid of magic could render the drinker immortal! I knew that I had to have the potion, so I began collecting the simple reagents first, though they were still rare and it took me two years to get them all. In this year my love and I were married together, and she eventually gave birth to a girl who we named Agnes, her name was Agnes Kobror. Now that I had most of the things required for the potion I asked the demon that my uncle and I called master what else was required. He responded with answers that I did not like, but still, I had to have the potion! He said that I needed to start by squeezing the blood from the heart of my true love into a bottle, commit an act of evil against my father or mother to cause one to shed a tear of true remorse, and capture the last breath of my uncle, as an act of utmost betrayal. He said to return to him for information on the very last ingredient when I had gathered those.

I could not stand to see my wife's face when she died so I waited for her to fall asleep and forced myself to stab her through the brain so that it would be quick and painless, afterwards I... Did what needed to be done. Next I visited my uncle and told him that I was sorry for what came next, I froze him with a spell and forced necromancer brew down his throat, it was an ugly sight, but when his last breath came out I caught it using a spell I had been taught for trapping gasses to use in alchemy. Finally, I visited my old home, my mother was the first in bed so I waited above her with the knife and stabbed her as my father entered the room. Shock was his immediate response, denial came afterwards, but as I watched tears pour from his eyes over my mother's corpse I caught so many that I had to pour out some because there were too many. Now, I had a sick feeling in my stomach that I really would not like what came last... I told the demon I had everything and he showed me a poison and said that I still needed that.

It was true I knew that there was one more thing I needed, but I had a bad feeling that it had something to do with my child, and fear came true for he said to bring him what I could not lose, and so I brought him, Agnes. He took her, not to die, but for what I know not to this day. And the poison he gave me. The potion completed. A year later I am twenty-four, I have moved to a city and am searching for someone who will be able to help me become immortal. That someone came to me and introduced me to his god called Wintival, we would pray, offer, and all else. But eventually, I asked that he help me become immortal, he quickly agreed; I don't remember what he said but it was basically giving honor to Wintival.

As we approached the cave we would pray at I drank the potion, it tasted like human flesh had rotted in the sun and smelled like burning sulphur. It was tearing me apart in all manners, I could feel my soul trying to murder me, but just then Dinjar stabbed me, he bound my soul to a stone and the pain was gone, there was no pain, I couldn't breathe, I could feel myself in Dinjar's hand and could see him holding a stone where I apparently was, yet I looked down and I see my hand are skeletal, I look into the ice of the cave and I see it is not only my hands but all of me... It worked, nothing I had done before mattered, it was all worth it in the end...

''What madness have you listened to? Who was this disgusting creature that did these things?''