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"You fucker's made the worst decision of your lives by sending me to a world with a near endless magical energy source, respawning resources and true immortality with all the magical knowledge I could ever dream of available for me to loot. 

 You should have sent me to a normal human prison if you wanted to make me suffer, since the only thing I'm really going to miss is sex." I muttered aloud as I raised my hands up in the air at my sides while looking up at the solar eclipse. 

Pulling my knife from its holster, feeling the thrum of power contained inside of it flipping it over in my hand catching it by the handle. 

'I'm glad I switched from you to that unenchanted knife for stabbing Jo, hopefully…where she hides her magic stays the same as in the series.' I thought to myself as I walked over to the rotted stump moving the leaves around and smiling as I could feel my sister's magic reaching out to me like an old friend. 

"If I absorb this will I gain the ability to generate my own magic? Or does it take the fusing of mine and Jo's souls to make me a whole witch? There's just way too many unknowns about Siphoners and merging." I muttered to myself as I left the knife where it was, struggling with the decision not to give into the temptation to pick up the knife and absorb Jo's magic that was locked away inside of it. 

'So many possibilities are available to me now, but first things first I need a shower.' I thought to myself while looking down at the blood stains on my clothes. 

As soon as my hand touched the doorknob I was hit with images of killing my siblings. 

Letting go of the knob I moved and sat on the porch steps, many memories of my siblings and I of the good times of little baby Joey holding on to my leg as I hung it over the armrest of my favorite lounging chair and I'd bounce my leg up and down for his amusement. 

Of Sarah running to me when she had a bad dream or thought there was a monster hiding in every dark space in the house. 

How after Jo and I got our own rooms she'd sneak into my room and snuggle with me or we'd sit up and watch cartoons or scary movies together, before d-day when I became the monster everyone said I was in her eyes. 

How Liv and Lucas were probably the most loving set of siblings I had but it was only a matter of time before they were poisoned by the coven's and our parents' beliefs. 

I looked at my knife I was still holding in my hand. 

'I really did it, I killed them and other than making a magical battery/weapon it was pointless, since good old Joshua was already planning on sending me to a prison world, there's no way the coven could have assembled like that unless it was already in the works…Jo had to know what his plan was as well.' I thought to myself as I let my knife slide from my hand and fall into the step below me standing up right. 

"Let's not forget Sheila as well, she mentioned she was in Portland on a business trip after our roll in the hay. Bet she didn't even realize I was the business she was here for." I muttered to myself as another thought hit me. 

'I never casted a contraceptive spell…and I didn't wear rubbers either, then again it's not like I planned on screwing the sexy milf Bennett, I set up, and found by chance in the first place, thanks to actively sensing for magic to drain…things just happened.' I thought to myself as I remembered the amazing sex Sheila and I had and how after her fourth orgasm and my second on probably our third round she mentioned that she hadn't had sex since before her daughter was born, and her baby daddy left as soon as he found out she was pregnant. 

'A daughter that is two years younger than me…the guy she slept with.' I smirked to myself as another thought came to mind. 

"Maybe I should go for a trifecta of Mother, daughter and granddaughter." I whispered to myself as a smirk curled its way onto my lips, at the thought of banging three generations of Bennett Witches. 

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"HOLY SHIT SORCERY IS REAL, AND ALL I NEED TO DO IS CONNECT WITH A SEPARATE PLANE OF EXISTENCE TO BYPASS NOT HAVING MY OWN MAGIC." I shouted as I read what was written in a very old grimoire made of human flesh that took me nearly three years to translate from a very obscure Gaelick dialect to modern American English. 

"T-that bastard knew a way to help me all along, he had the key to make me normal in his and the coven's eyes all along and yet he let me be a freak." I whispered as I blinked away the moisture in my eyes, since it was so simple so easy they did it once for the Heretics and a few times for dark witches and then again for me but they created a separate plane of existence with a near inexhaustible source of magic to draw on. 

Holding out my hand, summoning my knife to me listening as it went through the house and came to rest in my hand. 

'It was him that I should have killed and trapped in my knife, no if I did that the entire coven would have died, Liv and Lucas included.' I thought to myself while feeling the magical energy of four Gemini coven leaders' children with extremely high magical power at my fingertips. 

'With this, and the Bennett blood I brought in with me along with Qetsiyah blood, I should be able to transfer the bond/anchor point from the Ascendant to myself. And if I set up a pentacle with 16 crystal obelisks in 16 different places to make a large magical energy harvesting formation that would consistently provide me with the magical power of a solar eclipse at all times, without causing the collapse of my prison world which in cultivation novels would become my inner world.' I thought to myself a pleasant trill running through my body at the thought of not having to rely on talismans or other people to perform magic anymore. 

That's another thing Qetsiyah really fucked over the Gemini coven when she created the other side, and even before that. 

Since the Gemini were the only coven with the ability, the know-how to create separate planes of existence/dimension, but when Qetsiyah made the other side she put this metaphysical shield around the earth that blocked the Gemini from performing their specialty magic and the only way to bypass that shield was with the use of a member of her bloodlines blood. 

On top of that the only reason she got the knowledge on how to do what she did was because she made a pact with a Gemini leader, in which they connected their powerful bloodlines. 

Which they did so she received a shit ton of knowledge from the Gemini coven in exchange for a child born between herself and a random member of the coven, once she was pregnant Qetsiyah instantly knew something was wrong with the baby since she could feel an empty bottomless hunger growing inside her womb that constantly fed on her magic. 

When the baby was born she named him Apothos, she trained him and loved him as much as she could as much as that time period allowed but she quickly became obsessed with Silas, and threw away her son and the deal with the Gemini coven. 

Before turning around a few short years later and fucking over the coven for a second time by creating the other side and the metaphysical shield, though it's suggests in these texts that Qetsiyah, only placed the shield around the world because the father of her child abandoned Apothos on the road to return to their coven territory after being accosted by some bandits, and she was the one who discovered her son's mangled and defiled body. 

'Though this book seems to have a lot of knowledge it's a little odd…that it's written in Gaelic and not Greek or Latin since Qetsiyah was Greek and born during the first century of our calendar.' I thought to myself as I started to doubt the veracity of this information. 

Finally shrugging it off while deciding it was worth the risk to have my own source of magic not dependent on an accessory I carry on my person. 

'It's going to take awhile to build a mass pentacle, like what Samuel Colt did in supernatural…I'm also going to need a shit ton of perfectly shaped and sized crystals, not to mention silver and or gold to connect the Pentacles to make such a massive formation…I could go smaller and just set up a seven pointed one but like the my say go big or go home.' I thought to myself adding in semi-dramatic pauses for my own amusement while tacking on a small joke for shits and giggles. 

"There's also, my homebrew immortality setup and enhancement project that needs more tweaking before I go through with this plan, since if I move the anchor/bond point to myself I'll lose my immortality sure I'll still be ageless but what good is that if I wipe myself from existence trying to perfect my Superwhitch ritual, which consists of dozens of potions and some really painful augmentation procedures, along with project rebirth that uses artificially grown clones of myself that are inhabitable after 120 days but I haven't been able to perfect the soul transfer spell since I only have myself to experiment on since even though I killed my siblings I don't want to destroy their souls and loose my self recharging Magical battery just in case." I muttered to myself as I exited my research trunk, which is basically a house trunk like in Harry Potter but is it's own actual pocket dimension contained within the trunk itself kinda like the universes inside a marble that are in MIB, which is something I created so I wouldn't have to restart my research every day after the daily reset occurs. 

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'Hahaha, it's taken me five years, five very long years but I've finally done it.' I thought to myself as I hovered over the area of my collection formation inside of a helicopter.

'Now it's time to perfect my Superwhitch ritual, so I don't explode again.' I thought to myself as I flew back to my highrise apartment with it's own helicopter pad in the city of Portland or as I like to jokingly call it Kai-land. 

"Honestly compared to making this, learning how to fly and solving the problem of transferring my soul slash essence to a clone body were easy." I muttered to myself as I remembered painstakingly collecting as much of the precious metals on earth that I needed even having go to the lengths of become a miner, a pilot, a real honest to goodness Alaskan bush mechanic in the process of making this project come to fruition, not to mention becoming a metalsmith.

'I guess what my original family said about me is true…I'm a lot smarter than I realize, or give myself credit for. Or maybe it was just being reborn with a better brain that was able to process information more easily, Dunno but I have to see I feel pretty accomplished now. Add on the fact that I got my educator's certificate before even getting sent here makes me feel like I wasted a lot of my potential.

Landing on the Helicopter pad, moving into my home grabbing a decanter of an herb concoction I made to purify the body and expel toxins from my body, a lot like the pills from cultivation novels. Quickly throwing away the decanter and stripping myself naked before sitting down inside the ritual/spell circle I had burned/carved into the marble floor of my highrise, that centered and concentrated both ambient magic, my knife magic and the magic from the potions that would slowly fuse with my body one at a time improving me from my point as a base human to a superhuman or at least peak Human with a Wolverine like healing factor.

'It was so nice of Qetsiyah and Esther to lay the groundwork of an enhancing ritual for me along with everyone else who dedicated their lives in the pursuit of healing magic.' I thought to myself as I started to chant the starting spell to begin the automated ritual.

'It's a good thing I've become numb to things like pain and death…at least while I'm here in this place, once I go back to the real world though…not so much.' I thought to myself as I nearly blacked out from the stress my body was being put through as bones, muscles, cartilage and other tissues either snapped, melted or fused as my skin bubbled like boiling water. Before I lost my senses as my eyes exploded and my ear drums collapsed while my nose stopped functioning I ended up laying on my back. Sometimes my senses would return but they were overwhelming in those moments almost like I was a newborn once again.

My metamorphosis seemed to last forever but finally came to an end, I felt that I now had the deepest of controls over my body as I sat up from the floor and stretched even as my nasal cavity burned with the stench of something foul, like a cesspool mixed with blood and harsh chemical cleaners of a hospital that was when I noticed the pool of blackish-red blood tar substance on the floor of my high rise apartment and the layer of black gunk coating my skin.

I quickly collected the waste product of my ritual using Telekinesis forming a large exercise balls worth of gunk, when I realized I wasn't siphoning magic from anything, reaching out to that place of hunger inside myself I could see that my body more easily retained magic than before instead like pulling the oil pan bolt and watching the magic energy flow right out of me it was like watching a leaky kitchen faucet going drip drip drip drop, while more magic was automatically being sucked into my body now with a subconscious effort from the surrounding ambient magic.

'I lose it at almost the same rate as I replenish it.' I thought to myself as I hurled the ball of gunk out of my highrise through the still open sliding glass door and onto the streets below.

'Wait…did I leave the top down on my Camaro, the same Camaro that was parked on this side of the building? Ahh fuck it it's not like it really matters the stuff will be gone in hmm, two hours anyways.' I thought to myself as I shrugged off my trivial concerns as I stood up and made my way into the bathroom where I stopped and admired myself in the panoramic full body mirror setup.

"Damn I look good, I mean I looked good before but now I'm like superchad, or super adonis or something." I muttered to myself while admiring my new looks, my face and body looking more refined, my skin healthier and without blemish, my eyes now glowing softly with a mysterious radicance, while my third leg turned from above average too foot long, from metal broom handle too just a bit bigger around than a mini coke can.

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I could only smirk as I rebonded my new self with the prison world after successfully reprefroming my Super witch ritual for the thousandth time and gaining conclusive results that it works and that as long as enough of my brain stays active I can regenerate from most everything with the downfall that there's enough magical energy to support said regeneration.

"Time to run the obstacle course of doom." I jokingly muttered as I ran through an obstacle course similar to the one Wolverine runs through in X-Men evolution but even more deadly since it incorporated magic and explosives.

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"To think I've been here for 16 years to the day now." I whispered to myself as I started the ritual that would bond my prison world to me and make me its anchor point, but will also allow me access to this place whenever I need or want to, which is pretty much like gaining an inventory and an inner world.

'After today, I'll either be an enhanced Siphoner with a near inexhaustible magical power source, or all of this is some plot by some ancient grandmaster or elder god to be reborn in my body.' I jokingly teased myself to draw attention away from my fired nerves from the decade plus long anticipation of this specific ritual's results.

"Before-I go through with this there's one last thing I need to do." I muttered to myself as I teleported to the stump where my sister's magic has waited for me for the past 16 years to come claim it, picking up the knife teleporting back into the middle of the massive pentacle.

Initiating the ritual to bond the Prison world to me while absorbing my sister's magic, there was a flash of bright white hot light that blinded me as I was filled with a sense of completion of fullness before I woke up in a smoking circle inside of someone's living room buck naked like terminator.

Looking around the room, I found it ironic that the kid in the house where this was happening was watching Terminator.

I stood up in an unnatural robotic way and turned to the ten year old, using a bit of mind reading to learn the kids name.

"Target Kevin McAllister located, moving to neutralize." I said aloud in as cold of a tone of voice as I could muster while trying not to bust a gut as the kid stared at me with his mouth hanging open as he pissed his pants.

"MMMOOOMMM ! ! ! !!!!!!" The kid screamed/squealed as he stood up and bolted down a corridor, most likely to his mother's bedroom.