Nice little massacre

(Royard POV)

An interesting fellow... a really interesting fellow. I was overheard my being told aunt of an outside existence potentially having entered this world. It's been a while since I've heard similar news, but this one feels different. Everytime I see him or interact there's a different feeling.

When I found the target, I tried to manipulate some flames to invade his mind.

I swarmed and squirmed into every crevice but it felt like there were holes I picked up almost everything about Lex Armine. About his adoptive father, his original parents, his first love and a few embarassing moments. It all felt very congruent almost a bit too much so, usually when I search through memories even those who have an eidetic one there's aways a tinge of blur.

Lex's just flows smoothly one scene after another. It feels artificial... as if constructed by someone else. I felt as if what I saw was only on the tip of the iceberg there was something greater underlying behind him.

Could he be a god of another world? Then why would he come here and what were his 'domains'. The same night after I met him, and took those kiddos around he was giggling maniacally for a fact and trying my absolute darnedest to eavesdrop that I forgot, my own abilities and ended up messing up because he spotted me.

His eyes lingered on my back, was a little freaked out but the stares of one person would frighten me... ok maybe his can... also my sibling and cousins... and those five. Ok there a lot of people that can scare me now that I think about it.

When trying to read his mind a ghastly stare and after I picked up a few hundred memories a jolt of pain. Like seriously isn't there too much I don't know about this guy. Even my flame isn't able to make out anything about his origin. I could however confirm that he has relation to another worlds and since my flame is born from Dawn's... there's no doubt he knows something.

"God that contradictory bastard, always about the truth light and justice but then hides the biggest secrets..."

I shrug after I just curse my uncle,

"Meh, it suits his title..."

I was currently following Lex around the castle, to the garden as he chuckled maniacally like the freaky piece of shit he's been so far.

"What's the guy doing now."

I watched they guy point at empty space in the air as he pondered something. I maintained a fair distance around a fair distance of... 300 or so meters. I was on one of the pointy tips of this royal families castle. An awkward bunch they are.

I quickly conjured up a telescope to observe in avatar form it really is difficult to bend the effect of light on my eyes. I could ask aunt Alicia bit that's a bit too tiring to handle right now.

I keenly observed Lex in his stone grey eyes that continued to dart around in empty air as if reading something.

He was hopping up and down the bench as if he had just won the lottery. I continued to observe silently until an interesting event happened I started noticing around 30 individuals swarming around him I giggled immediately understanding that this was a group of assassins or thieves.

"Why are they surrounding Lex..."

I mean I knew why, I'd been observing him the whole time there is no way I wouldn't notice the qualitative change in aura surrounding Lex and there was familiar feeling in the air around him. Like when I would try to divine certain events a familiar feeling would come to pass. I'd say it surrounded 20 meters all around him?

A few minutes passed and there somehow he managed to convince the person with the strongest object on him, to let him go. With only one person remaining clearly a woman, since I can look through form of deceit including clothes I would know.

Lex appeared t hae something up his sleeve so as I crouched on top the castle watching the others run away I struggled between watching him or the intruders.

I eventually succumbed to my curiosity. What were they here for? Was it to steal from the royal families treasury or an assassination attempt of a powerful individual? Otherwise they wouldn't bring this many people here...

I hopped off the roof silently and clicked my fingers to become one of the nearest candle fires. I was just going to watch from within the flames but these douche bags put out all the candle lights to dim the surroundings. Professional? Sure but it disturbed me when a finger approached the candle I was in so I set him on fire. He yelled in agony a voice that alarmed everyone in the corridors, I mean of course it would hurt on another level it was MY flame after all. As the guy turned to ashes I hummed inwardly and returned to the roof and simply created a little spark to watch events unfold from.

It was a nice and joyful little massacre.

(Lex POV)

I walked between the buildings it felt eerily silent. I expected to see some carriages instead I only saw a few silhouettes behind window curtains in a couple homes.

Roydan continued to follow and when I looked backed he was simply observing the empty streets and gardens with poise. I really do wonder what happened I want to ask Arlan soon.

"Let's go a bit faster."

I sped up my already brisk place as if race walking till we eventually reached the absurdly tall tower. Not as tall as some of the skyscrapers on Earth but fir the time, I felt impressed. Roydan like everyone else seemed to have somewhat keen observation skills for some reason asked,

"Is this not your first time seeing Cheshire's magic tower, it's very tall isn't it?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, in fact I was feeling a little mesmerized by the height and design it feel very... ethereal."

Roydan nodded and added on,

"Yes it is indeed very pleasing to the eyes a bit much though in my opinion."

He continued ranting now about its appearance before we entered

"Who's there?"

A young woman's voice,

"I'm here to meet my master Arlan Schmidt he should be here?"

The woman looked exhausted and pale with a saddened look.

"Is everything ok miss?"

She awoke from her stupor at my questionand shook here head,

"Have you not heard about the events last night?"

Shaking my head,

"No, but I have an idea of what may have happened."

"Ok then you should probably want to ask your master for more particularly pieces of information, even I'm not privy to everything. He's on the 17th floor I'll send a messanger along to inform him of your arrival."

After thanking her, I questioningly looked at Royand who followed me, he simply said that his business was on the same floor.

(Arlan POV)

"I'm sorry little Harper, if only I had been here sooner. I could have saved you..."

'why do these kinds of things keep on happening around me?'

I sighed and looked around the 17th floor, after my morning experiments I immediately came here to find out what class of magic Harper could now use since we couldn't have an intellectual talk when we met.

"How was I not aware of these events happening during the night? I'm fairly confident in my magical sensory skills and surely I should have received a report about this sort of commotion happening near my bedroom."

I asked with a furious but calm and heavy tone towards the short man who I was supposed to ask these questions. Short build, glasses and an oversized lab coat.I didn't pick up nor care for his name.

"Sir A-Arlan reports coming in from the mages and knights that were made aware of the attack say that the entrance to your room was silenced and defended by a near country level artifact that exploded in the hands of the assassination groups leader."

Country level!? Those are very rare to find...

"What organization are the perpetrators from?"

"T-they didn't identify themselves and there was nothing remaining to provide clues..."

"Che! Then what's the point of all the security here if you can't handle a blatant act of disrespect of this countries royalty and powerhouses."

The man looked downcast but I couldn't or wouldn't care for it anyways. I looked at the tens of dead bodies spread across the floor. Craters in the walls, floors and ceiling; various machine parts pierced into the various limbs and orifices of the passed mages here.

I sighed and dryly stared at the man beneath my feet. Once a young boy that was raised well for his talent and became the chief mage of security in this countries tower at the young age of 28.

"May they all rest and peace."

I pointed towards my temple then towards the sky as a believer in the goddess of thought, Kross, this is our sign of grace.

Is intertwined my hands together and stretched them forward hearing a few cracks in my knuckles,

"I guess it's time to work my magic."

I wave my hand in a circular motion continuously a few tens of time with my eyes closed. A couple whispers in my ear and joyful giggles that sounded like the voice of a devil on my shoulder tempting me to follow them I pay them no heed and soon green figures begin to form.

20 people holding unknown objects with various effects attacking a group of 15 or so in here. I spread my magic I wanted to see a more full picture of the damage performed. When I flew above the villas, a petrifying sight of once, nobley dressed aristocrats bled out to death on the ground in every other building.

I was currently asking those dastardly wind spirits to recreate the scenes of the massacre. I watched the silhouette of Harper fighting valiantly to protect the younger ones here until one of the assailants created a sharp object sneakily and left a deep gnash in his torso leaving the others helpless.

I clenched my fist as I watched the scenes unfold. The other powerful mages fought till their last breath and I wasn't there to help and give them a fighting chance. Once there was a chance at taking out one of the assassins their artifacts would blow up in their face leaving a trace of innards everywhere.

Once again I sigh with my fist clenched once I saw all the assassins die through suicide,

"I guess it's time to do some cleanup."

I needed to clean the scene to make some clear deductions about the attackers.

...

After I sat down in a meeting with the other mages here. I wasn't apart of this organisation bit since it was Harper's workplace I decide to give my insights to the situation, while I myself was experiencing muddled thoughts.

'Magus lose a lot on their journey to the peak of world status, we constantly experience loss only to seek to gain more, it's the price to pray to continue to grow.'

I reminded myself of the journey to the peak of the hierarchy in the world. The limit of mortals... Demi-godhood.

There are three sources of power in this world, those are the magic that belongs to those defined as the ones with noble blood we who seek the peak constantly try to refine our magic and bodies of impurities to perform miracles. Then there's the aura users the more barbaric of the bunch, can be unlocked by virtually anybody with enough hard work the body can reach levels of destruction that could level countries in the world with powerful people in them in die time; there may even be a level where they can 'create' ripples in material reality. Finally there's creatine the most unnatural of the energies, people born able to use this energy are unable to use magic or aura. The creators of artifacts and the rules behind this energy have been a mystery for millennia.

In every aspect they are ranked on these categories:

1. Village level

2. Town level

3. City level

4. State level

5. Country level

6. continent Level

7. World level

...

Once the meeting was done and I finished providing some exposition(to who?), soon I received news of my new slave having arrived.

'He has a good head on his shoulders he should have noticed the feelings in the atmosphere. I wonder what'll he ask.'

(A/N I'll provide more specific descriptions of the power levels in this particular world, based on the ranks in another aux chappy I'm making. Also if you haven't seen there is a characters aux chapter with images and some stats if you wanna check that out.)