[A/N: We are going to move at a faster pace for these next few chapter, a couple of timeskips. It is mostly because I am trying to hit a certain time period before this rotation ends. I have a somewhat shit work schedule so tomorrow there will not be much updates, at the very least one chapter but cannot guarantee anything.]
[Several Weeks Later.....]
(Drakken's POV)
I stood in front a massive stone tower that had just been built, several workers were carrying boxes inside as I crossed my arms, smirking slightly.
"It goes by faster when you have abilities like mine." I said proudly to Mya who stood next to me
"Right...." She said soflty
She was holding her hands in front of her, looking down as she wore her cloak. There was some sadness in her eyes, I could tell. Well, that's too bad, I don't really care about how she feels. But it's not like I will force myself on her now that she's technically mine. I don't care about her in that sense, I only want her magic. And I have something specific in mind but it is going to have to wait.
Several weeks after the surrender of House Bracken, I had gotten this plot of land and decided to built the tower here. Using my powers, I helped speed up the process. I wanted it complete as quickly as possible so I can begin my experiments.
"There is no need to be so sour." I said with a slight smirk, "I won't hurt you nor will I let anything harm you."
She looked at me, "I am but a prisoner."
"Technically." I said with a smirk, "But if you want to blame someone, blame your Father. You can leave any time you want, the choice is yours. Of course, I'll simply murder your Father and watch your brother ascend to his position. And then, for the fun of it, I'll kill him too. But I doubt you care about him, he's a piece of shit. So I guess I'll kill some people you care about...you know what, forget it, I'll just wipe out the entire House."
"Please don't. I am here, do not hurt them!" She exclaimed
"I'm glad we see eye to eye." I told her, "You know what I want."
"My blood." She said
"That's right." I said, "Ether Conversion. Do you know what that is?"
She blinked, "W-what?"
"Who am I kidding? Of course you don't." I said with a chuckle, "It's the process of turning any form of magic into pure Ether, the source of my power. Pure Ether is volatile and incredibly potent, normally dormant. And what I have is Black Ether, the form of Ether that all of my kind possess; The Cursed Ones."
"W-What?" She said
I looked down and shook my head, "There I go, running my mouth again." I said with a smile, "My point is, there is magic in your blood similar to the Targaryens. Theirs, however, is Draconic. Which means I can just take it into myself and have no adverse effects. However, yours....is.....filthy...similar to the power I took from the end of the battle...It needs to be filtered and properly converted into Ether so I can take it into myself."
"I don't understand." She said, "What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to draw your blood and drain the magic from it, filter it, and convert it into pure Ether. And from Pure Ether, I will convert it into Draconic Power." I said with a smirk, "And with that Draconic Power, I will grow even stronger. My War Sorcery can force any lifeform into a contract when within my range.....if anyone dies or loses a battle within the contract, they are susceptible to the Reaping, which will allow me to drain their lifeforce as pure magic power. But that magic power is filthy and affected my body in an unwanted way..."
"Sorcery....." She said, "I really don't unders-"
"You don't need to." I said, "Let us begin our journey...our great process...."
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[Some More Weeks Later.....]
"I never thought it would be this slow...." I said, "Normally, I would be able to do it myself but in this state, it seems nearly impossible."
It had been several weeks after the Tower's completion and I had made some progress but nowhere near what I had hoped for. My goal of performing perfect Ether Conversion will not be obtained unless I figure something out.
I was at the top of the tower, sitting on a chair, looking out the window as I pondered the possible solutions to this problem. I could go around the land as much as I wanted, starting wars and conflicts left and right so I can reap the rewards and take more and more power but if I don't filter the filth out of the magic, the effects will be inconvenient. When Calamities become too unstable, they affect the Cursed One's mindset. That's what was happening back when I submitted the Cannibal and when I ended the battle between the Blackwoods and the Brackens.
So I definitely needed to figure out a way to do this without the need of my own body, which I normally use to perform this cleansing. I use a specific ability for it but I don't think I have access to it. This is going to be trickier than I thought.
The Cannibal was my personal organic reactor, taking in Draconic Magic from the flesh of dragons or any external source and converting it into itself, fueling its own draconic power which grows more after time. Then, after a certain period, I drain that power for myself, boosting my power.
"Hm....." I said, "Wait a minute....the answer was right in front of me the entire time....I use The Cannibal instead of worrying....but not it as it is right now...no no.....I simply duplicate it....like I had originally meant to do....but wait, if I do that....it's going to delay the coming of Grayle and Talis.....that's not good..."
I thought about it. On one hand, it is good to bring two of my Wyverns into this world to dominate it but on another, I am sitting on a gold mine, all of this potential magic ripe for the taking. I just need the proper device to filter the unwanted properties.
I heard a knock on the door, "Lord Drakken?"
I turned around, "Come in."
The door opened and Mya walked in, a bandage on her arm was visible as she walked in, "I.....I have brought the ingredients you have asked for." She said as she stood there, "Is that all for today?"
I nodded, "Yes, thank you...." I said, "Mya, have you fed the Cannibal yet?"
"I tried." She said softly, "It does not want swine..."
"Ah. He prefers dragon..." I said, "I guess there is no choice. Until we return to Dragonstone, The Cannibal's original role will be moot. I have to go ahead and take detours in my plans.....alright....so what do I do.....?"
"My Lord?" She asked
"I guess another few weeks of constant experimentation is upon us, Mya." I said, "But fuck it.....I suppose we can start working on something....Oh, here's an idea...."
"How does a Drake sound?"