Land of Mirriam

The snake's fangs sunk into Simon's arms, and he was certain they had been cleanly severed. In an instant, he found himself back in the dark space.

“Stop struggling!! This is my body!! Die!!!” the snake was screaming through his mind and soul. Simon teetered on the brink of unconsciousness as the snake writhed in protest and its spirit coiling his body. Its primal instincts driving it to consume him.

“No…NO!!!” He began flailing around… pushing his mind and soul to the limit, resisting the gripping coil of the spirit of the snake, it was a battle of wills in the battle of spirit and mind, finally the boy opened up the coils getting out of grasp.

“I don’t have time for this shit!!! Come to me! You are mine!! You came from me!! You are a part of me!!!” The snake demanded.

“No!!! You… whoever wins this struggle is the owner of this body!!!” Simon screamed and for some reason, a sword appeared on his hands…

“Curse you, child!!! Curse you!!!!” the snake whipped its tail in anger.

If only he had died when his spirit was devoured, this would not have happened. The boy was initially just a fragment of his spirit. However, over time, it appeared that he had developed sentience.

<--->

The boy thrashed wildly, his movements fueled by sheer instinct and desperation. As his arm reattached itself, he continued to fight, each movement a battle against the chains of confinement that held him captive. Every muscle strained against the bonds, his heart pounding with the primal urge to break free.

“I can't hold on anymore!!!” The caster of the sealing chains collapsed, his strength failing him. Yet, in a desperate bid for survival, another figure swiftly took his place, grappling with the chains to maintain their grip.

“Throw it to the immortal’s abyss!!!” the leader immediately made the call.

3 mages knelt down and began drawing magic circles, they needed a stable ground to cast the magic. As soon as they finished a dark space began to puncture a hole out of the air, it began expanding.

The warriors began pulling but the boy was immovable.

Suddenly the sword was thrown into the air by the boy. It cleanly landed on the ground piercing, standing up.

“Do something!! GET AWAY from it!! GET ME AWAY FROM IT!!!” the boy with all his might screamed.

The leader was confused but the 3 warriors who were pulling the chain continued to pull the boy… it started to get lighter but…

“ITS NOT THAT SIMPLE!!!!”

It was not a scream but a powerful voice that spoke directly in the mind. The same shadow of pure magical energy launched in the shape of a snake and started biting off the boy’s body.

<--->

Back to the dark space…

“BOY YOU DEFEATED ME!!! BUT YOU WILL COME BACK FOR ME!!! A PART OF ME WILL ALWAYS STAY HERE!!!!” The snake was clearly pissed off… it was dying… rather a part of its spirit is dying. The snake was not immortal but a powerful spirit that was impossible to disperse.

“Get away from me!!!” Simon screamed as he flailed his sword but the snake divided and started gnawing on his body.

“YOU WILL COME BACK TO ME!!!” and finally the snake crumbled.

<--->

“Throw him now!!! Get him away from the sword!!!” the leader screamed… it was close… the immortal’s abyss was just ahead.

“Heave ho!!! NOW!!!” the 3 warriors threw the boy into the dark space that was conjured by the mages. They were sure that the boy was unconscious when they did.

“Monster!!” the leader said… he lost too many a good man.

<--->

Time passed… back to the present. Back to the manic man that was watching the boy regenerate.

“Old man… Jedi” the boy was dreaming, although his body was in tatters his mind was still comfortably in the dream world. A man who had been watching over him for weeks smiled and suddenly the man sprang up.

“Oh!!! you're muttering!!! Oh my god!!! An immortal like me!!! I’m in heaven!!!” it was a man maniacally jumping in joy. “400 hundred years!!! 400 hundred years!!! I will slay them all you god DAMN GUARDIANS!!!!!!!!”

He adorably does manic appreciation of the boy that the guardians dropped that day… he was in a very bad state but he was regenerating. Jubaic has never been happy in his whole life… finally, someone to talk to.

“Oh wait… a bed!! Oops! I only have my coat here!!!! Okay, Jubaic!! Calm down!! This is not a fantasy…” with a flicker of his finger pointing up, he suddenly created an earthen spear and pierced the boy on the shoulder “AAAARGHH!!!” although unconscious the boy felt that!

Then he stabbed his shoulders too. “I’m not fantasizing HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OUCH!!!” it was a manic laugh, he began removing his coat and placed it near his favorite rock.

It was the rock where he would lie as he watched monsters down below that he considered as pets. It was a rock close to a deeper cliff.

The man then like conducting a musical recital. Water was created from the air and moisture around. He guided the water to himself and healed himself with water magic. He also went and used the magic to clean himself.

He glanced at the boy’s pained face. Using his hands he guided the water to the boy’s body and tried healing the boy too. Then suddenly the boy’s hair with some strands of white began turning more white.

“Oh!! OOHH!!! I’m not doing THAT!! That’s so cool!!!” the man said in a panic. It was the first time he had seen someone turning immortal.

But that panic was actually a result of something else and the man was too amuse to notice this but he still did.

“OUCH!!! ITS DRAINING MY MAGIC!!! AMAZING!!!” the man said with all his stirred heart, he had been wanting any kind of stimulus. Finally, something was happening in the abyss.

<--->

The Dark Abyss stretched endlessly, a yawning chasm of unfathomable depth and impenetrable darkness. Its depths concealed mysteries untold, whispers of forgotten secrets echoing in the abyssal void. A sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air as if the abyss itself hungered for the souls of those who dared to gaze into its murky depths.

Few inhabitants resided there, among them, a man and a newly inducted boy.

“Where am I… aargh!!!” the boy woke up… his whole body felt pain. He could remember that his hands were cut off but it was there… was it a dream…? Then he finally opened his eyes and saw another one in front of him.

He wasn’t scared that easily but it was the first time he felt fear… the black eyes that looked like the depths of hell… 'Oh, it was human.' He tried moving but it seemed that he couldn’t, he felt faint and weak.

“You… you are inte~~~eresting!!!!” The man's voice twisted into a singsong tone, sending shivers down to the boy’s numbing spine as he withdrew his gaze, his movements began morphing into an eerie dance of elation. With each step, his joy seemed to ripple through the air like a sinister melody.

Simon could barely turn his head as he witnessed the man with hair as white as bone gyrating in a macabre dance. Then, it hit him like a physical blow—the overwhelming, suffocating aura of terror emanating from the man. What had started as mere fear now transformed into sheer, paralyzing terror, gripping Simon's heart in a vice-like grip, rendering him unable to move or even breathe.

The man abruptly stopped and he laid his eyes on the boy. The boy could feel like his soul was being stared at.

“The eye of truth is amazing!!! So you are a holy beast and a human too!!! How would I like to try to look a holy beast in its glorious form eye to eye!!!! Crap!!!! I’m cumming with joy!!!!!!” the man screamed manically.

“The eye of truth? Who are you?” Simon with all his might started speaking but little did he know that it was the legendary Jubaic.

Jubaic was a genius, a vanguard at the frontier of magic research… but add a pinch of immortality, a cup of loneliness, a teaspoon of boredom, and finally the main ingredient of madness… he was quite insane.

His visage contorted as though experiencing the euphoria of an angelic choir for the first time. Simon's mind screamed with the realization that he was in a really deep shit. Despite his inner resilience, a suffocating sense of dread gripped him, rendering his body motionless, a prisoner to unseen forces. The gaze fixed upon him seemed to bore into his soul, a bottomless pit of hellish darkness.

“Hmm… did you just asked a question?” Jubaic's smile stretched across his face, a grotesque parody of warmth that sent shivers down Simon's spine, each toothy grin feeling like a dagger in the dark.