The Enigmatic Chronicles of Ignatius Thorne Echoes of Destiny

The little girl beside him giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ignatius's mind raced with possibilities and questions. How had this happened? What did they expect of him? But one thing was clear—he was no longer in his familiar, solitary existence.

His mind reeled over what had happened to him. She called him son, yet he looked like a young girl.

Silvi motioned to a young woman in maid's clothing. "Christie, take Master Ignatius to his room."

Christie bowed, taking Ignatius by the hand. "Yes, miss." As she turned to take his hand, she had a look in her eyes that he could not place.

Ignatius focused on her delicate wings that shone rainbow colours in the sunlight. His short legs were pumping like pistons to keep up with the fairy. Before him loomed a massive mansion, and they were in the gardens that stretched beyond his sight. The lavish furniture spoke of money, lots of money.

Elven maids bustled through the mansion, bowing when he passed. She led him into a large room with a big bed covered in crimson blankets with golden embroidery on the edges.

Christie bows, her hair falling around her face. "Master, if you need me, ring the bell."

On the nightstand, two matching pair silver bells with symbols carved into them stood. He hears voices outside his door. Silvi asks Christie to buy fresh fish at the market for dinner.

Ignatius rushes out of his room, holding Christie's hand. "I want to go with her mother."

Silvi places her hand on her hip. "Only if you finished your homework."

Homework, he realised that he had to go to school again. What a drag. Memories flashed into his mind of kids bullying him. Luna gave a chubby boy a bloody nose. "Please I will do it when we return. Ignatius pleaded."

Integration into the Game World took little time. He understood that he had somehow transported. Into the game world as his character, Silvian. His new reality begins to sink in as he explores Queens Town.

The only change he could see was that the character Silvian did not exist there. Instead, he had replaced her with his name and surname from his old world. The estate had a big sign at the gate—the Thorn estate.

Tired from the shopping trip, his body felt like collapsing from all the effort. Ignatius soaked in the massive bath Christie had drawn for him. While they walked, Christie had bought him a meat pie and milk from a small bakery.

Crisp and clear footsteps echoed behind him. A feeling of dread rose in his throat. He instinctively knew then that he would scream like a little girl. Images of movies his sisters had shown him. People getting stabbed through shower curtains were at the forefront of his mind.

He remembered how Cynthia pressed his head between her breasts each time scary scenes showed. He held her inhaling her intoxicating scent. She would kiss him after each scene. Are you alright? She would ask holding him lovingly.

Zarkon held a towel over his left arm. "Master time for bed."

Ignatius looked around, relief washing over him. The vampire butler stood on attention; his regal manner was impressive. His butler, seeming to be a man in his early twenties, dried him.

Zarkon dressed him with great care. "Master, your sixteenth birthday celebration, did you enjoy it."

"Thank you, Zarkon. I did, and Luna came."

Zarkon grinned behind Ignatius's back. He could not stop talking about the girl when they moved in. The trip from Misty Cove took a few days. They lived next door, and they soon became friends. All Ignatius could speak about was Luna.

Ignatius thought back to his trip to the harbour with Christie. His life had changed for the better. Luna had turned ten a few days ago. He would use his little bit of life experience to his advantage.

Christie had pledged her body and soul to Ignatius, and she was a new addition to his staff. She had walked up to the estate a month ago and talked to Silvi for a while. Her long blond hair and blue eyes perfected her pretty face.

Her petite body and impressive bust added to her sex appeal. Silvi looked pleased. That evening, Christie pledged her allegiance to Ignatius. She was his handmaid slash personal bodyguard. Christie placed the fish on the counter and hugged Ignatius pressing his head between her breasts.

"I am yours, my Master. Do with me as you please", she whispered in a voice laced with honey.

"Master, Lady Silvi asked that we stop by her room. Before you retire for the evening." Christie said.

He soon finds himself in his mother's room, with his butler and Christie behind him. Silvi motions for them to come closer. She has the same bedding as him but looks small and frail on the big bed.

His heart aches with love for her. She caressed his hair as he seated himself next to her. Ignatius inhaled her scent. It was lovely, and her voice soothed his soul.

Zarkon poured wine into a glass goblet, handing it to Silvi. "Lady Silvi, it is free from poison. My appraisal skill shows no harmful substances or magic."

Appraisal was one of the legendary skills that you read about in old fables. As far as she knew, it did not exist in today's world as they knew it. Silvi thanked her god in her mind for blessing her son with such a powerful servant. She knew Zarkon well. An old friend from her past. He had strange fetishes, which she did not mind.

Silvi lifts the goblet to her nose, taking in the rich aroma of the wine, then taking a tentative sip. Zarkon had arrived the day Ignatius was born. His father had panicked and attacked the man, thinking he wanted to abduct Ignatius and his wife.

Zarkon had a scroll made from fine woven gold. It bound him to Ignatius, and he explained that it appeared in his hand when Ignatius was born.

Zarkon, understanding that his Master had been born, rushed to Queens town to greet his Master. With him, he had brought the Mystic Orb of fate. Two golden rings with intricate carvings in primordial elvish. Silvi appreciated Zarkon's skill he had nimble fingers and a gentle soothing touch for a vampire.

The final item he carried with him was a tobacco pipe. With elaborate carvings from the (Elder Tree of Lumoria). The mythical, wood, made the tobacco pipe worth more than the estate they lived on.

It was wood from legend and Myth. Only heard of in tales from ancient days. The items had fallen onto his lap as he took a nap, startling him.

Silvi placed the wine on a small table. "My son, you have reached age sixteen."

Silvi fixed her nightgown, hiding her cleavage. "Now, I will teach you primordial elven spells."

Silvi took his hand. "Let us talk about Christie."

Zarkon bowed. "I will take my leave, my lady."

Silvi held her hand up. "Stay, Zarkon. You should know this as well. This is for your benefit as well as his."

Silvi kissed Ignatius's forehead. "He is becoming a man, Zarkon. Christie is a dark fae fairy."

Zarkon's eyebrow lifted, he did not lose his composure but for this small reaction. "She is a threat to the Master."

Silvi took a tentative sip from her wine. "She is half succubus."

"Do not fear. Zarkon, Ignatius is my son. His life essence is unending. He can only be killed by mortal wounds."

Zarkon took a white silk napkin from his pocket, dabbing at the corner of Silvi's mouth at a drop of wine. "Lady Silvi, Ignatius might be too young for such things."

Silvi touched Ignatius's cheek, who had been listening. Christie was pretty, and her body every man's fantasy.

"Christie confided in me that she is growing weaker by the day. She restrains herself, waiting till Ignatius turns eighteen."

Zarkon took the napkin and folded it. "How can she resist the Master smells?"

"Believe me, it takes a tremendous amount of willpower." Christie said.

Silvi waved her delicate hand in a pattern before her. Sparks floated like clouds. Creating a thick blue book with silver edging and intriguing crimson patterns. Silvi handed Ignatius the Mystical Orb of Fate from her storage ring.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he held the Orb. Silvi read from the book. As she spoke the ancient primordial elven words, it created vibrations in the air.

"There has never been a time when a fairy belonging to the Unsealy court pledged her body and soul." Silvi said.

Zarkon held his hand before his chest, a look of ecstasy on his face. "Lady Silvi, the old tongue warms me. It is a wonderful joy to hear it spoken again."

Silvi continued reading, flipping the pages, her voice calming. Ignatius could feel the words in his soul. He could understand every single word. Sensing the familiar spell, the orb started to pulse with a soft, crimson glow.

The runes on its surface shifted and rearranged, forming a specific pattern. Silvi closed the book as she lay back, looking exhausted. Zarkon was at her side, fluffing pillows and placing them behind her back. The book glowed and faded in her hands. An explosion of fairy dust and the book disappeared.

"Ignatius, my son, when you turn eighteen, Christie will need to feed on you for survival. She has been getting essence from wanderers but hates doing it that way. She had pledged herself to you."

Zarkon cleared his throat. "Master, I know you will not let her sacrifice go without giving her a large reward."

Ignatius felt his heart ache for Christie, who was suffering. He wished he could turn eighteen tomorrow. The law was clear: any relations before the age of eighteen resulted in a death curse. He would make it up to her. She had become his friend and confidant, like Zarkon had.

As Ignatius focuses his intent. The orb's core begins to swirl with a vibrant mix of red and gold, creating a hypnotic effect. The swirling colours mimic blood flow, symbolising the spell's essence.

Thin tendrils of light extend from the orb, wrapping around Ignatius's wrist and arm. These tendrils act as conduits, drawing a steady stream of his blood without causing harm.

A translucent image of a wine bottle begins to take shape on the nightstand. The bottle's form materialised. Starting from the base and moving upward. Though it is being filled from the inside out with Ignatius's life essence.

Once the bottle formed. Tendrils retract, and the glowing image of the bottle solidifies. The orb emits a final, brilliant flash of light. The bottle appears in Ignatius's hand, filled with fresh, crimson blood.

The bottles cork had his family crest on the side. The wine bottle elegant. Crafted from dark glass with intricate silver etchings matching the orb's runes. Blood inside shimmers with an otherworldly vitality, preserved by the orb's magic.

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Everything seemed perfect as Ignatius turned twenty. His life at the family mansion blended comfort and privilege. Every need met and every wish granted. Luna had grown close to him. They were inseparable at school, and she would spend her free time with him.

Thinking back on his eighteenth birthday Christie took his hand. Leading him to her room. She unbuttoned her blouse releasing her breasts from her bra.

She became intimate with Ignatius being fed by his milk. Her powers grew stronger.

He returned to reality the memory still fresh.

His sanctuary was the mansion. A grand estate with sprawling gardens and towering halls. His mother, Silvi, was the epitome of grace and strength. Managing the household with a firm yet loving hand.

Yet, a shadow began to creep into their lives. Strange people started visiting the mansion. Their motives cloaked in secrecy and an air of danger. Silvi's demeanour shifted. She became paranoid and overprotective.

Her gaze darting to every shadow and movement. Ignatius's old fears of the outside world reared its ugly head. Silvi urged Christie to sleep in Ignatius's bed every night for fear that he might get kidnapped.