Sky Fall Legend 9 White Demon Hidden In The Clouds

It was a bright and beautiful day at the House Trilleck estate grounds. The estate spanned across a 15-mile radius and was full of lush green scenery, luxurious looking palaces, governmental buildings, training facilities, courtyards of varying sizes, magical formations, and remarkable features in abundance. House Trilleck was situated in a fertile basin at the eastern end of a giant lake. This was Lake Nicaea and each of the four powers of the grand capital of the Saint Anubis Dynasty, Saint Anubis City, was situated at one of the cardinal points of the lake.

This lake was the northernmost point of the city, and this ma.s.sive area was known as the Magus District. Lake Nicaea was above a large origin energy vein and full of extremely dense spiritual energies of the earth. The lake sat across an area of 625 sq.miles and was 150 feet deep, making it a natural treasure for experts in pursuit of the Universal Dao.

Floating 250 feet above the center of the lake was an enormous and magnificent white castle surrounding an ancient temple, that sat hidden inside of a giant nimbus cloud. There were two rows of towering Jackal G.o.d statues leading to the entrance. Powerful forces surrounded the temple inside a force field, like an opaque bubble. From a distance, this abnormal nimbus cloud looked like it contained a terrifying storm of energy. All who had dared to approach in the past had been ripped apart by the violent forces inside.

Deep inside the s.p.a.cious main hall of this temple, there were three black-cloaked figures whose facial features were shrouded in darkness. They sat kneeling in front of a council of elders wearing white robes that shined with a blinding golden light inside of the hood, making their appearances indiscernible.

The elders took turns stepping onto a mystical platform made of purple light, where several beautiful women were bound and gagged. Some of these women wore dull expressions as if life and everything in it were meaningless. Others looked frantic and terrified as if they didn't know how or when they had gotten there.

Every time an elder stepped on the platform, they would look into the eyes of a few of the women, while a seductive pink glow could be seen under the hood. The women's eyes would begin to glow the same color before their expressions became submissive and impa.s.sioned.

l.u.s.tful.

As these elders mercilessly violated these victims, lewd screams and moans bounced off the walls and filled the hall with this l.u.s.t. Purple and black trails of energy were pulled from the body of a girl each time they climaxed. The looks on their faces were that of sick and twisted pleasure, which would make anyone watching highly uncomfortable.

For six straight hours, those three figures in black had watched the elders seated above violating these captive young women repeatedly. They remained in kneeling position, for fear of upsetting these savage men. No one acknowledged them or spoke to them until after a hundred rounds of debauchery in which all of them partic.i.p.ated. Of the three figures, not one of them felt any surprise or incredible feelings for what was occurring. The Western and Southern Wards were known as the Voodoo States for a good reason, after all.

"I heard that during my seclusion, the Mistress of the Frozen Night has not only conceived but has had a child with that wretched mutt. A child that the heaven's themselves acknowledged after his birth? You tell me if he is not a celestial body then what on earth is he?

"Do you know how priceless a child born of that incredibly tasty delicacy of a mage is? Do you have any idea how many years back you've set my plan? Do you think the Seamless Aether Physique will last forever?

"Vera Barong! Do you know your wrongs?" A terrifyingly calm but sinister voice came from the robust middle-aged man sitting in the highest seat and thundered through the main hall. His head was bald with blue flood dragon tattoos on each side. His brown eyes had an eerie purple glow. While his white robes had golden-purple snake hieroglyphs, made up of runic markings, that moved around on their own. He was staring coldly at the kneeling figures in black.

Feeling the terrifying gaze of that imposing man in the highest seat, the foremost cloaked individual's body actually trembled in fear. With a wave of the bald man's hand, the man's cloak was torn to shreds. A young man wearing purple clothes who looked to be 30 years old wore a dark face and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Liege lord Basalt, I beg for your mercy! Please forgive us! We never imagined the boy lord of House Trilleck had already surpa.s.sed the Gold Mage Rank!" The young man named Vera Barong continued to kowtow repeatedly while explaining. At the mention of the word 'us' the two cloaked figures by his side unconsciously put some more distance between them and him.

"We couldn't risk making a move out in the open, my liege, those were your orders! As a leader, I had to make a calculated decision. A level 3 Trickster should have been more than powerful enough to wipe out half of their forces...much less the level 4 that we...ah..AH...AHHHHH!" Vera was unable to finish his words. He was grabbing at his chest, as his flesh squirmed and made strange movements like something that was living inside wanted to claw its way out.

"Be silent, fool." Lord Basalt's hand slowly rose in the air while emitting a purple glow. Vera Barong let out a blood-curdling scream as his body contorted and his skin writhed, before a grotesque and giant centipede-like beast burst from his chest, bringing Vera Barong's organs out with it. The worm was three meters long and the width of a fist. Amid Vera Barong's terrible screams, Basalt spoke coldly, "Do I need you, a dead wretch, to remind me of my esteemed words? Your ignorance will surely arouse that old monster's ire. I will slaughter your sons, and have my men mount your wives and daughters for the rest of the week. Afterward, they will lay in my private estate before they all become food for the vicious beasts I've reared. They seem to quite enjoy the flesh of freshly f.u.c.ked women…"

"No! My liege, mercy! Please, please spare my children and wives, I beg you! I swear to Anubi…ah! To the heavens! Even to the great Pharaoh Rah above the heavens that I have been nothing but, ACK.." Vera Barong struggled to kowtow again, but Lord Basalt wiggled his fingers, controlling the centipede to constrict around Vera Barong's mangled body.

"Silence seems to sound rather different that thing you've been doing. You even dared to utter your false G.o.d's exalted name," Lord Basalt sneered, visibly upset at hearing the name 'Anubis.' He no longer wanted to play with this meal, "For this offense, your wives will be sold for their weight in magic fish gills."

"MERCY, MY LORD, PLEASE!" Vera Barong's screams became increasingly frantic, as the centipede continued to eat him alive.

"Oh fine, you scrub. I'll sell all, but the red-headed one. What's that b.i.t.c.h's name?" Basalt licked his lips as a greedy gleam flashed across his eyes.

"It was Nessa, my lord. The men have grown fond of calling her the lock neck monster," this voice came from one of the white-robed elders sitting next to Basalt.

Hearing this, Vera Barong's eyes bulged as he hollered in agony and hatred. His legal wife, Anessa, had fallen into the hands of these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds? Since when? For how long? Even though he had done everything that he was asked to do? This evil son of a b.i.t.c.h! Vera Barong hated! Why had the lord of House Barong begun dealing with this madman? This savage!

He was a complete animal!

"Nessa, yeah, yeah, that's right! I will keep her, she will be much more satisfied with my bed, don't you worry. Perhaps I'll plant another seed in her, she may give a good harvest yet. I have tasted her a few times already, after all. I apologize if she felt more s.p.a.cious lately, recently we've been into four on one hahaha… Well, I suppose for you it no longer matters..."

"An...ANOTHER?! YOU DIRTY BALD MOTHER.." before Vera Barong could even finish his curse the centipede's mouth became six feet wider, and it bit off his top half. Blood and guts drenched the other two men. The centipede then crushed his remains into chunks of flying meat. Basalt's face remained unaffected as if he had never known a Vera Barong. He didn't even take a glance at the two shivering figures in black cloaks.

"As for you, you d.a.m.n idiots, listen clearly." As the Lord Basalt was speaking, he took out a serene sound stone and used his serenity force to send a message to his subordinates to annihilate Vera Barong's family according to his earlier words. Basalt may be a great many things, but he would always stand by his words.

Basalt looked down at the two trembling figures, which he considered ants beneath himself, and spat in disdain before continuing to speak, "The demi-G.o.d beast kings of the Badlands have an unspoken agreement with that b.a.s.t.a.r.d old sky wolf. There are no Tricksters from this area that would attack the Lord of House Trilleck, and this is a fact that he knows himself! However, it's true that ruthless Sage a.s.sa.s.sins are too variable for this situation. It must be done by a Heaven's Master level Saint, or you will fail. Which means that I will fail. Which means you and everyone you have ever loved will die in misery."

Basalt waved his arm, and a purple gust of force tossed the two figures in black tumbling over each other and out of the main hall. As the Main hall doors closed, they only saw Basalt's evil purple eyes as his voice traveled next to their ears. "Failure is the same path as death. Remember this, and walk carefully with each step. Mark my words; Osiris. Trilleck. Must. Die!"

The two figures in black cloaks exchanged looks with each other before they each crushed a crystal that teleported them away.

As the doors closed a wide grin appeared on Basalt's face. "Soon, my lady Isis, soon. Soon, I will taste your wonderful flavor again, and soon our Oblivion G.o.d Cult will enter a new era. That punk brat you have laid with will die at my hands! Let's see who that old monster will put his faith in at that time, hahaha."

"My liege, it has been confirmed," said the elder to the right of Basalt.

"Excellent! I want him to suffer and suffer over and over again!" Basalt had a manic look in his eyes as he looked at the man to his right, "Speaking of Enora…go fetch her for this seat."

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—— Saint Anubis City, Magus District - House Trilleck

At the same time, in a large and beautiful courtyard, one little boy spoke to one a little girl as they sat next to a pond full of milky white water, watching two mid-sized fish play. One fish was black with a white runic pattern on its sides, while the other was the opposite of this, white with a black runic pattern on its side. These fish were magical beasts named Yin & Yang fish, and Jodye Trill had caught them when his mother and third mother took Kamila and himself out on a picnic at the Lake Nicaea.

At the time, Jodye asked his mom if he could fish in the lake, which had tickled lady Isis. She a.s.sumed that her son learned about fishing from one of the servants. She knew very well how inquisitive and insistent this little pup of hers could be. Thus, she condensed a blade made up of a teal colored energy and cut out a rod from one of the nearby trees. She even gave him good bait! However, to her shock, the boy was like a real fishing prodigy. If he were born in a small village, he would be like their G.o.d.

The first thing he caught was a mid-sized yin fish! This was more than good luck, as yin fish were known to only appear for legendary warriors blessed by serenity, and in possession of a significant destiny. This was a good omen! Even crazier was that this yin fish had a mate already and was still willing to be caught! This caused its mate, the mid-sized yang fish, to swim towards the sh.o.r.e of its own accord. These two fish, once paired, could not stand to be too far away from each other.

Once paired together they also released an extraordinary kind of resonance. However, Jodye didn't know about any of this. To him, they were merely beautiful trophies for him and his older sister to enjoy! He always felt his spirit power increasing when he sat next to this little pond, though he hadn't overthought about that. There were many places in the estate where this happened, and this pond just so happened to be his favorite of such locations.

"Milly once had a dream about us being fishies, two fishies," Kamila Trilleck had her long, wavy, and epically black hair hanging loose as she dipped her little toes in the pond. Every time her foot touched the water, she would shiver, like she just got shocked. Yet and still, she would instantly repeat her actions.

"As in, we were both fish in your dream?" Jodye Trill sat in all gold garments with a gold linked wolf tooth necklace around his neck. Jodye was busy running battle simulations in his mind. At this time, on the platform within his mind, an American style boxer was fighting against a Thai style boxing martial artist. The clash was rather intense, and Jodye had yet to see the outcome. As a result, his focus was waning, but he didn't forget to divert a proper amount of his attention to entertaining his darling sister.

"Yes!" Said Kamila Trilleck, who was suddenly in Jodye Trill's face staring into his pretty blue eyes. "Well, no. Milly was a fish. Little Joe Joe was a water snake.

"A snake? Me?" Asked Jodye Trill with a puzzled expression.

"Yes! Oh, oh, then, and then, we got bigger and bigger, then you grew horns, and then Milly grew a horn too. Until one day, you went vroosh! And jumped over the waterfall and never came back. So Milly just chased after you and tried to jump over the waterfall too, but Milly couldn't do it," Kamila Trilleck was very animated as she used her hands to describe the scene. Jodye couldn't help but be reminded of an old Chinese legend as he listened to his sister's latest dream rant.

"Until one day, after trying a bunch of times, Milly finally did it! But~~, before Milly could find little brother, she got a head pain and woked up." Kamila Trilleck was rubbing her little head as if reminiscing over the pain.

Jodye was rather tickled by the antics of this older sister of his. Also, the hidden philosophy in her dreams scared him a little. Were these mere dreams? Such a strange land suggested otherwise, but since he was somewhat powerless and rather ignorant, he put it in the back of his mind. Despite his intelligence, who would take a brat's concerns seriously? In his own words, Jodye Trill was the most hip to his current circ.u.mstances.

Nonetheless, Jodye's days would typically pa.s.s like this. During the day, he and his sister accompanied either his own mother, Isis Trilleck, or Kamila's mother, Omotolani Congo. Then, after dinner in the evening, he would return to his bedroom to train once again.

The one year, seven months old Joseph Trilleck had been immersed in cultivating his spirit every night for several months. Every night of the first month of skin refining was nearly as painful as the first night. After that, it gradually became less strenuous. Until three months later, when it became downright comfortable. He loved how it felt when these energies came in contact with him now, it was so pleasing!

After three painful months, little Jodye had fully refined his skin with astral might. The astral winds were no longer capable of corroding his skin, he was able to absorb them with ease. Now that he had a foundation, it was time to officially rush into the first stage of the t.i.tanic Rage Law.

Thanks to the ancient t.i.tan's memories, he had a mental outline of every stage of the t.i.tanic Rage Law and had a thorough understanding of the first five stages. It was as if he was personally taught by the elders of the t.i.tan Clan. In the first stage of the t.i.tanic Rage Law, the Wimpy Man Realm, there were seven levels of completion. Jodye could advance in level by washing the spiritual points of the surface of his body with astral might, cleansing the impurities within. This would unblock the spiritual pa.s.sages behind each position and let the astral energies slowly fuse with him. Spiritual points link physical strength to the spiritual energy network inside the body.

This process transforms the spiritual points into astral points, making them more power based. Astral points were able to store a set amount of astral force, and could also distribute this mighty force to the corresponding energy pa.s.sages in the body. For every astral point created, Jodye would gain additional strength equal to the weight of 50 pounds to each astral point! At level one, this might not sound so amazing.

However, at level two that would be equal 100 pounds of additional strength in each astral point. That's 200 pounds in total. Level 3 would be 450 pounds, and it just kept increasing! Besides, with the astral forces, he absorbs constantly fusing with them and transforming his body, with each level increased his default physical capabilities would also be slowly enhanced! This could be considered insane.

That means any t.i.tan clan member at the peak of the first stage already had the strength to rule a country on 21st century Earth with an iron fist! Who would fight him? You could only shoot him. Even then, he would need to be shot with a ma.s.sive gun.

"Wait for a second..." on this night little Jodye Trill was clad in his signature cute little white clothes while sitting in the lotus meditation posture his father showed him, "How intriguing? It seems the t.i.tan Clan members only have seven spiritual points, but with my mind's eye I'm able to see that I have eleven. There are extra points in my hips and my ankles, compared to the heaven slaughterers. I don't have to stop at level seven, I can advance straight through Level 11...and this is because I'm a human and not a heaven slaughterer."

Jodye gasped, and his blood begin to boil a little, as his heart raced in excitement. If one were to look deep in his eyes at this moment, they would see a tiny green flame flicker for an instant before vanishing. Jodye, himself, was unaware of this as he marveled over the possibilities. Didn't this mean that from the very first stage he would have an advantage over even the young t.i.tans of the same rank?

While it was true that it would take Jodye a lot longer to reach the second stage, at the peak of the first stage, he would possess more than double the strength of the seventh level. This was important because the first stage was just building a foundation by transforming the body into a t.i.tanic Rage physique! With a firmer foundation, he would be able to build up heavier and higher. At least, in theory. To him, it was like comparing someone's blueprint for a house to his design for building a skysc.r.a.per! They were simply on entirely different levels.

"I'm ready to enter the first stage already." Said Jodye Trill with an air of heroism. "Originally I was worried, but my body's recovery speed seems to match my previous life already. That means it will only exceed this standard in the future. In that case, I can be a bit less cautious."

"Sansa told me that it was my soul that was special..." little Jodye Trill pondered for a moment. Matters of the soul were utterly foreign to him. It was currently still difficult for him to focus on some of his more complex inherited memories. "Forget it. I'll first rush into the first level. That way I can begin practicing the first technique of the t.i.tanic Rage Law, the Fist Of Might! By combining that with boxing and muay thai I should have some capital to defend myself with."

Jodye was very anxious to grow strong. Then again, being obliterated can do that to a guy. Unfortunately, in this life he was still much too young, he had to take everything slow, or he may end his little life early. Luckily, his abnormal recovery abilities from his last life seem to be slowly manifesting in this one as well. Hurting himself was, in fact, no longer so easy to do.

Without further ado, Jodye chose the spiritual point in the web of his left hand, between his index finger and thumb. He activated Mind's Eye to observe the energies of heaven and earth before using his spiritual sense to create a whirlpool that absorbed the astral might into the spiritual point on his left hand. Through his mind's eye, this point looked to be a really dark greyish wall being attacked by a drill made of starlight.

The astral might speedily begin to corrode the cloud, but it was excruciatingly painful. The pain didn't come from his hand, but rather his entire being felt like it was concrete getting jack-hammered. After three hours of this, the dark grey cloud was close to one-tenth of the way gone.

For the next six days, Jodye Trill spent every evening in the same way. It was as if he was replacing sleep with torturing himself. This was, in normal circ.u.mstances, not great for his growth. However, Jodye only needed to meditate for an hour to recover most of his energy. Finally, a full week later, while Jodye Trill was sitting cross-legged next to his serenity crystal container, his body suddenly shook, as he vomited out the peas he ate for dinner, some blood, and black goo. His hand was also covered in a black sticky substance.

These were impurities from the body!

This was the sign that Jodye Trill had successfully completed his first round of cleansing and cleared his left web spiritual point of contaminants. Next, he once again activated the mind's eye to observe. The spiritual point now appeared to be a dark tunnel with a small light at the other end. Jodye Trill's next step was to fill the spiritual position with astral might.

As the astral might flowed into his spiritual energy pa.s.sages, Jodye Trill felt and warm current run through his body in various places, mainly up past part his lower back, all the way to up to his brain. The energy made those parts of his body feel as if they were suddenly as heavy as stone. The veins along his arm and part of his back were bulging as if they would burst.

Merely he didn't feel weighted down, this weight felt to be apart of him. However, his arm was on fire and felt like it was about to explode. Jodye grimaced and begin to utilize the energy circulation method recorded in the t.i.tanic Rage Law. Three more hours pa.s.sed and Jodye Trill's eyes suddenly lit up.

"HOH!" Jodye Trill's little voice suddenly sounded ancient and powerful as he stretched and shouted out. A wave of air pressure spread out from his body that knocked all his constructed toy block cities and rock men into pieces and dust. The serenity crystal container, however, didn't budge.

"Keep it down, baby! You don't need to pay so loud. Oh my, it's late, why are you still up? I'm coming in, it's time to rest." Jodye Trilleck heard his mother's voice from outside the room right before he pa.s.sed out on the little twin bed.

Isis Trilleck thought it was odd that she suddenly felt a slightly dominant aura before it vanished. Quickly linking that with the sounds she just heard she swiftly sent her spiritual sense into Jodye Trill's room and let out a small scream. She rushed in the place immediately, already pulling out her serene sound mirror.

"Osiris get over here, now!!"

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