Deep within the forest was a monument built by an unknown artist; it was designed by a famous national artist who wonderfully captured the region's cultural influences and used a simplistic style to convey her vision in this piece of art called Lunar Circle.
Every element was crafted and created with luxurious materials from local suppliers, ensuring this monument will continue to uplift spirits with minimum maintenance requirements. Yet as time passes, it all turns to rot and decay.
From a birds-eye view, the monument once stood like a castle, but it all now resembles a broken castle unrepairable over time. Blood traces from the entrance broken door all the way into the hall filled with mold smell and dirty water. Inside the ruined castle, the hollow sounds of a creature could be heard, resonating throughout the hall.
Blood seeped from the creature named Leon's wounds, and sweat dripped down his forehead. He felt a dull pain all around his body, but it was surely numbed by the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Sweat was pouring from his forehead, his hands were clammy and trembling, and his teeth were gritted.
For a moment, he thought about everything was under his control. Leon thought that everything that had happened so far should not have occurred during the planned mission.
"I might lose consciousness if I give in to this unbearable pain."
"and everything that would come of it."
"I must report with madam Laurelart quickly."
His deep voice now returned to its original state. Yet his body still retained that of an incubus.
He let out a moaning yelp, part desperation, and part determination. He had two options now: fight it or give up. But after a few more moments of pure focus, he managed to block out the pain enough to make it nothing more than a minor annoyance.
"It'll last a while, but I will manage," Leon spoke.
"now,"
Leon looked at his surroundings and heaved a sigh of relief, recalling what happened. After he put all his strength to claw that thing that made his spine and entire figure jolt with fear, it gave Leon the climax that he has at least accomplished great feet of defeating someone that terrified even him.
Typically, all incubus borns are raised only to serve and fear one, yet Leon learned whatever that humanoid creature was. Leon would rather not confront it no matter what. Leon would instead run as he had done.
Putting aside his thought, Leon looked at the arm that he had used to claw the humanoid shadow with stupor. Still, he could not understand why his forearm with a deep-cut wound was still not closing on its own. His Blood now painted the moldy, smelly floor inside the hall.
Albeit, Leon takes pride in his ability to regenerate rapidly. Yet this deep cut wound has been slowing him down even during his escape. No matter how many bottles of so-called healing potion that he had painstakingly bought for himself and as well as his gifted ability, none seems to work on the cut. His red-like skin that shimmers light being of flames now dark red and dark veins. It pumps on its own free will and oozes dark clouds out of his forearms, giving him an even more grotesque look. His appearance now resembled that of a malnourished demon goat that had not been fed for years.
He felt unbearable pain whenever he crossed a distance from the tower castle.
Leon flew as far as he could from the young Lord's castle, and yet every distance, a jolt of electrical pain would leave him to scream and almost fall from the sky. And as he crossed the distance, the pain seemed to subsidize, giving him the chance to land and rest inside the Luner circle.
This place Luner circle was Leon's base of operation. He was given the mission to plant the Bind of mind dagger to the highest authority of this city by the one named Madam Laurelart. Leon comes from the servitude of Madam Laurelart, A type of underground group of people majority-female base succubus. They are information gatherers, an intel group, and assassins that would do anything for essence and money. Mostly essence from both females and males, Especially those with magic talent.
When Leon was given the mission, he thought everything would go smoothly, and he was informed by the leader Madam Laurelart that this city lord is nothing but a child that has yet to be useful.
When Leon asked why they would waste time and resources to manipulate a child when there is nothing to gain from it, Madam Laurelart informed Leon that someone had paid her considerable sums of gold to put the child under a binding dagger.
The rest would be for the client to do whatever he wishes and after deliberating and complaining to Madam Laurelart that he did want to take the request. Madam Laurelart told Leon that the appeal could no longer be taken back due to her involvement with the Zapa church and some merchants.
Having no choice, Leon took the job, and now he lays underneath a ruined Luner circle. Every minute that passes, the pain from his forearms seems to oddly got stronger. Becoming so unbearable that Leon held his forearms with the other and gripped his teeth; he kneeled and started to wonder how all of this had happened, anger filled his eyes.
"I curse you, Jacob Windsler."
~Jacob Windsler?~ Suddenly, a voice as deep and menace was heard behind Leon.