Sam could confidently say he didn't remember his last stomach ache; he wasn't sure if they were as uncomfortable as the one he got from eating mildly poisonous kelp, thankfully, between his regeneration and poison resistance. He recovered without a problem and got on the plane to go home.
"so the books have arrived at these libraries and are being checked over. Surprisingly, most of them can go back on the shelf while all are being copped down... according to this, some of them were worth millions." Cora gave Sam a look, who gave a look back. "first, I didn't know what they were worth. Second, I didn't have a good concept of money then."
"So when did you get a concept of money?" Sam paused at his mother's question. "it think after I talked a man out of suicide... his wife was a bitch, who robs a guy kidnaps his children to blackmail him into robbing a bank."
"so what did you do then?" pausing to let the memory flow a bit more. "well, after seeing how she was treating the kids and having some rather violet flashbacks, I...
["We can not write that down! It's way too gruesome. Which I think is saying something as this is the book about a lord of lust!"]
"why the ever-looking fuck?!" aero really didn't have a defense other than he lost control. Even when he gained control, he knew he had gone too far. How many parts the women had been in and still screaming? The absolute looks of horror on the kid's faces. One threw up, and the other soaked his shorts.
The father grabbed a pip and was ready to defend his kids. Thankfully, they were all able to calm down, though none of them came within an arm's length of Sam that night or the vague amount of time he stayed. Well, not with them; it's more like watching them from afar.
"you so you learned about money from stalking that guy."
"yep, I know what that entrails and says about me. But I don't mind. While I went about it strangely, it increased my interest in people." Sam leaned back in the chair, spinning at the smooth," watching the kids for 4 birthdays. That meant I spent around two years there." he blinked. It had seemed like such a short time. Probably due to how long he's lived.
"Interest in people?" they talked the entire plane ride, a private plane cause the law enforcement wanted Sam somewhere else. He wasn't listening; he focused more on completing his online assignments.
He didn't want to get behind in school, and that meant more than whatever government organizations wanted. They were heading north, he believed; he was guessing from the flight of some birds outside the plane window. Along with the beast trying to eat the plane.
Scrolling through the internet, Sam wasn't that surprised to find a post about his fight from a few days ago. He liked one that placed a very nice song with a scene of the combatants trading sword blows. A high-paced melody that matched the strikes of the swords." Man, these are some great camera angles."
"...why is this one so focused on my abs? They're nice abs, but I'm picking a sword dance I saw in Africa...I've been to Africa!" Sam jumped, grabbed his laptop, and searched for news articles in Africa that might pertain to him.
"wrestling an elephant, wrestling a lion, feral kid fights an African vampire. The feral kid takes over the vampire coven. okay, I think this is a video of me, but if it is, why am I hissing at the shaman." Sam lurched back when the shaman swung his staff, knocking the boy upside the head. a blow Sam could almost feel. The half impression told him it was him in this video of a shaman trying to chase him out.
It turned when he caught the staff in his teeth and turned it on the man, only for him to start calling down lighting. "oh, that witch curse I'm firing back, so about 200-250 years back?" he still wasn't sure when he had been snatching up by the witches.
"Did you do anything in Africa besides getting into fights?" Nova asked, which was a fair question, all things considered. The thing was, Sam didn't know. He knew he spent much time looking around, especially looking for fights or something interesting.
"Probably just traveling and fighting, unless something specifically drew me to Africa." looking through the video and using their location data, he found a probable path he took through the land.
Much of Africa was wild lands, and the already dangerous animals have become more so. Liked Lions gained the ability to command elements. "holy shit, I wanna try that again!" it also explained a vague dream.
The plane contained for another day before they landed on the star-shaped island and climbed out. "four," Sam muttered, feeling the people silently watching. reasonable strong enough to take him on, but they didn't make a move as they collected their bags. Which meant they were only here to watch.
Sam decided to let them watch; he could probably mess with them a lot! rolling his neck, he glared at the amount of lust handing in the air." so he trying shit again." grumbling Sam started absorbing it, annoyed that his precautions had been overwhelmed." guess I'll have to try something bigger." getting in the car Sam pulled out some marbles and using them to draw in the lust in the air.
At the same time, he observed the people; they were doing good. in the way no one was jumping another in the street, "I think I should consider destruction." Sam didn't mess with emotions often; well, directly, he used plenty of scare tactics and insults. but directly affection emotion he just no. worse was the destruction of an emotion.
He knew what destruction of emotion could cause; he had witnessed death and destruction more than once. The hollow, lifeless look in a person's eyes was something that scared him. but at the rate, the beast was flooding the air around the island, he might not have a choice.
'I could probably do big feet if I full call on my lust core, but it would drive me into a frenzy afterward.' but a frenzy he could work with, large-scale destruction with unknown effects on people. Bitting his fingernail, he seriously considered what feat he could perform; absorption would only worsen the frenzy.
'so I got back to storage, or dispersal; what in the air is a lot for the island, but spreading it across the country would probably be enough. The beast probably still has some left of influence, so that might be a bad idea overall. But cleansing is going to be a necessary step either way. I remember cleansing, right?"
The rune was acutely advanced by the government's standards, as it took focus to control what was being cleansed. Saltwater, for example, where you cleanse the salt out of the water. "I wonder if those fish are still mad?"
rubbing the half memory away, Sam focused on the task. pulling up his lust core enough that his pupils changed. with gave him an even clearer picture of the lust in the air. Allowing him to see something he missed last time, 'it feeding on the ambient lust people are putting off.,' so the beast wasn't just pumping out their own power.
"well, that's a bigger pain; unless he figures out how to comply and stop that phenomenon, he'd be doing this for months or something," he grumbled. Sam held out both hands and started commanding the lust in the air.
It resisted him, "I'm the lord here!" doubling the force, he started drawing in the energy, forming a small orb between his hands when it reached the size of a tooth. He pulled a hand away to write out the purification rune three times, and then the runes that went around the growing orb into a ring of power and effect.
The ring grew with the orb, slowly removing the beast's influence. "Man, this is a lot of power," he thought, watching the orb quickly grow bigger than his head and eventually himself. at the same time, he paid attention to the effects of the lust core spreading through his body.
"Mmm," he bit his lip to keep quiet. Maybe it was the extra lust he was pulling out of the air, but his body tingled pleasantly. Licking his lips, Sam turned, watching the orb grow a few inches taller than him, and decided that was enough. cutting off the flow.
"Great, what do I do with this? Try crystallization?" he almost gagged at the idea; it was a witch technique to turn none solid thing into a crystal-like state. It was a long and tedious process, and Sam wasn't sure he fully remembered it.
"it'd be simpler to bottle it," some potions called for bottling emotions or feelings. easy to get your hands on if you were willing to fork over the money. But if the bottle wasn't strong enough or the emotion/feelings were too strong or volatile.
You've basically made a bomb, one that would infect others with emotions. Depending on what was released, you'd get charged for it, but Sam wouldn't deal with that.
"I don't think I have any jars strong enough for this." walking in a circle to get his blood flowing, Sam thought about what his options were. "any of them need to compress this thing first." spreading his hand wide, he focused and slowly brought them closer. The person-sized orb is slowly compressing.
"mmm," Sam groaned as he focused on doing this right. Even as the purification of it went on, it was slow going, taking ten minutes before it was no bigger than an eyeball." well, that huff, one thing is done...should I store this or put it into something."
"Something of that caliber should be stored and studied," Sam froze at that voice; there was absolutely no. 'oh, who am I kidding? She would show up like this.' turning around, he faced her, standing on the roof's edge. Flower petals flowed down from somewhere as the light danced off her.
"hello teacher, what brought you here?" she walked off the room, petals forming temporary steps for her. "teacher? Now I remember I told you you could call me by name. As for why? Why wouldn't I look into my disciple after he appeared on TV fighting "Sigh," a warrior? My contact also tells me you've been arrested and returned some stolen goods."
"I'm worried," she admitted after a moment. Sam smiled before looking at the ground. "you probably should be; I can't remember your name." he winched, waiting for her reaction, looking up he was dumbstruck to see the dumbstruck expression on her face." oh my spirits, you serious."
"HOW THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN!" the space around them shocked with the force of her voice." who on the plane of existence could injure you that badly? Did you challenge another god!"
"nope, I developed a bad coping mechanism." she paused in thought, the possible vices running through her head. It couldn't be alcohol; it couldn't be described as hate. drugs, they would have limited effect on Sam. The magical one would have a bigger one, and he did have demon friends. on the other hand, Sam was a battle junkie...
"I've erased chunks of my own memory," Sam said gently, but with the look on her face, he might have well as punched her. She opened her mouth, closed it, and repeated that several times, taking deep breaths to gather her thoughts and words. For almost ten minutes she didn't say anything... "I'm disappointed."
"Please be mad instead." he could deal with it. Mad meant a possible fight; Sam could fight. Disappoint meant she was giving this look, a look he'd seen on a few other faces and could never take well when the people who wore it were the people he cared about.
"ugh, I wonder if I could have prevented such a choice," she mumbled, walking closer; with the grace of the full moon, she walked over, placing both hands on the sides of his head. He felt her power flare; he let down his defensins, feeling no hostility from her. Plus, if she wanted to hurt him, he couldn't stop that easily.
a burning city flashed through his mind, "did we burn down a city?" she quickly answered no, you've used your demon power to destroy the connections. preventing you from remembering but not erasing the memory for the most part."
"that's good."
"by the moon like and demons it is not! you've been fucking with your memory for a long time. You've started remembering anything because of your innate minor registration and the boost from the spell. A normal person would take hundreds of years."
"a normal person wouldn't live long enough," that wasn't enough to stop her from lecturing him. During the lecture that went on for the next two days, she took the time to make a PowerPoint presentation and bring out the bloody puppets. Sam had the understanding that she was very old, which screwed with her perception of time a little.
lecturing him for two days about how bad it was to erase his own memory and how there were better-coping methods he could have used. "... giving into your battle lust and becoming a full-on beast of battle is somehow a better option!"
"for me, probably, but what about all the people who would cross my path." the half-dressed teen stated, watching the beachgoers, I was watching all right. The light dancing danced their skin, watching water dripping down their forms.
the women in bikinis one and two pieces, the men in trunks and speedos, and One guy using runes to create a pixelation over his privates. he was hungry even with the ice cream in his hand. "it'd be worse than a war."
"Now you just sound cocky; they probably would have nuked you after 400 people or something." she paused in her lecture, which Sam was thankfully for what he really feared about her was how she could truly nag on for months.
[that is horrifying!]