The Enigmatic Chronicles of Ignatius Thorne Echoes of Destiny

Ignatius noticed the change in his mother. Her once calm and confident presence were now replaced with an uneasy vigilance. She would often check on him many times at night, her worried eyes betraying the fear she tried to hide.

Despite the growing tension. Ignatius continued his studies at the Royal Academy. Though he could not shake the feeling that something was amiss. Sensing that things had changed. Luna withdrew herself from Ignatius. As pressure from her parents to choose a suitable husband increased.

Then, the unthinkable happened. Silvi murdered, her life taken within the very walls of their home. The detectives could find no evidence, and their investigation turned up no leads.

Ignatius, grief-stricken and angry. Believed they were corrupt and working for the very people who had killed his mother.

The shock and horror of his mother's death shattered Ignatius's world. He withdrew from the Royal Academy. Unable to bear the thought of returning to a place filled with memories of happier times.

He retreated to the safety of his estate and hired a private tutor to continue his education. Zarkon, the ever-loyal primordial vampire butler. Took over the management of the estate, running affairs with a silent efficiency. Ignatius found comfort in Christie, embracing her love and loyalty. She was above reproach and eager to please. Tending to his every need.

Now consumed by grief and anger, Ignatius sank into his old habits. He spent endless hours locked in his study. Writing novel after novel, his reclusive nature overwhelming him. The once lively mansion now felt like a tomb, filled with the echo of his solitude.

Meanwhile, Luna, Ignatius's close friend, began to build her own life. She started dating a wealthy noble elf. When she turned eighteen, she applied for the police academy in the capital. Her parents showered her with praise, proud of her accomplishments.

They were ecstatic that she had bagged a wealthy heir to a rich family. Ignatius felt a pang of horror when Luna became engaged to Bradley, a nobleman he distrusted.

She had come by to tell him the fantastic news herself. The elf would corrupt her, making her move to the capital. The rumours of how the capital ruined young women haunted his thoughts for months.

Her departure to the capital left Ignatius feeling more isolated than ever. His grand adventure to live a new, fulfilled life decimated. His dreams of exploring the surrounding towns with Luna at his side had evaporated.

His friends at school stopped visiting him. He understood why, but it still felt like they abandoned him. He had no illusions. She had become another man's woman.

After becoming intimate with Christie. He understood why his father had eight wives in his previous world. He hated Bradley for stealing Luna, as he had loved her. He would have given his whole fortune to have her be his for eternity.

The years slipped by, with Ignatius burying himself in his writing. Fifteen years passed in a blur of words and solitude. During which he drafted fifty-three best seller novels. Each a testament to his inner turmoil and grief.

His workaholic habits surfaced as the years progressed. He had returned where he left off before coming to this world. Overworked but well-fed by Christie and Zarkon, and his nutritional needs met.

Christie took any chance she could to become intimate with him. She would leave small love notes for him to find in his pocket or desk.

Ignatius now wealthy beyond belief. His novels charted the best-seller lists for years. Silvi had left him a large inheritance. His pen name protected his private life, and he kept it a secret from everyone except Zarkon and Christie.

Depression set in as no clues to his mother's murder turned up. It seemed a dead end, the perfect murder. He understood that there were wealthy forces behind the killer or killers. No matter how many private detectives Zarkon hired, there were no traces left.

Christie came into his room. She undressed with Zarkon's help. In seconds she was out of her maid's outfit. "Master, you should employ young female elves deemed baren by the elders."

Ignatius looked up from his terminal, his eyes roaming the fairy's body. "Why, young elves, do they need to suffer through my depression as you two do."

Ignatius stood from his terminal, which he had installed in his room. "Luna is happily married living in the capital with." He Paused for effect.

His face soured. "Bradley." He said clenching his teeth.

Taking his pipe, lighting it deep in thought as he puffs on it, then points at Zarkon with the stem. "Loneliness is but a character in the story of my life."

The aromatic scent of his tobacco fills the room as he places the pipe in his pocket. "Tell me, my pretty lover, what did you have in mind."

Christie kneeled before Ignatius. Steadying herself as she will do one of her favourite deeds. His hand held her head as her wings opened and closed.

Christie undid his pants with expert nimble fingers. "They will fill the hole in your heart that I cannot fill. You need women Master. To love and care for."

Her magical powers had grown strong since she started feeding on Ignatius. With one flick of her finger, she could tear a wear wolf to shreds. She glowed, her beauty enhanced by her stored-up power.

Ignatius moaned; his body shuddered. "Do as you will. Make sure they have no attachments to any man."

Zarkon took Christie by the arm, helping her up. "Master, it will be done. Thank you for listening to Christie. It is an old man's wish as well."

Ignatius hugged Christie. "Zarkon, I know you love naked pretty women.

Zarkin bowed. "It is as you say, Master. You know me best, young flesh. Do make me happy like works of art you can stare at for hours."

Zarkon follows Ignatius downstairs into the kitchen. Christie wipes the side of her mouth with a napkin as she follows. Her eyes glow, revealing her succubus nature. She washes her hands, takes a piece of meat from the fridge, and hands it to the chef. The old chef, used to Christie's naked body.

The chef, an old woman, nods and starts to cut the meat into strips. Christie interviewed each household servant. Zarkon checked their backgrounds through his clan, which was widespread throughout the land.

Ignatius employed seven staff at his mansion. Paying them double the standard rate for their discretion. Christie had the bad habit of walking through the mansion naked. She would do things to him before the staff. She only employed young females for the mansion.

Zarkon pulls out a seat at the kitchen table for Ignatius. "Master, will a sweet red be to your taste."

Ignatius takes the wine glass. "Could you do me the honour of turning this glass of 'air' into a glass of wine? My taste buds are in desperate need of a vacation."

The three of them sat at the small table with the chef. Zarkon has his bottle of Ignatius's blood. They share a meal as they discuss the news and happenings in Queens Town.

Ignatius does not take part in these discussions. He listens to them talk. At least he had these three to keep him company, he thought, thinking of his lonely apartment back on earth. He had a pretty lover who catered to his every need. Seven maids who adored him ready anytime he felt the need.

Yet, Christie had more needs than he had anticipated. He kept his promise of a reward, giving her free range on his body so she could feed when and how she wanted any time of the day. He marvelled at his own stamina and libido to keep the eight women satisfied everyday multiple times.

Zarkon had been a steady pillar for him in his darkest hour. The old chef stayed on to make sure he ate well. She had served his mother for years and had seen him become a young man. He was like a grandchild to her.

One day, as Ignatius sat at his desk, a knock on the door disrupted the monotonous routine of his life. The mailman delivered a message that would change everything. It contained a lead on his mother's murder, a glimmer of hope that had eluded him for years. An old family friend had sent the letter to him. Urging that the information was time sensitive.

Ignatius's old school friend John Silvan. Had become mayor of Misty Cove and had information to share. The information reignited a fire within him, a desire for justice and closure. Without hesitation. Ignatius decided to sell his estate and buy a building in Misty Cove.

Where he and his mother were born. Ignatius could feel the Mystic Orb of Fate pulsate next to him, wondering why it did so. The orb became invisible when unused, but he could feel its presence.

He visited his parents' graves. His human father had passed away from old age one year after they moved to Queens Town. Standing as the wind whispered through the trees. Zarkon had a flower garden in the estate's corner where he cultivated flowers at night. Silvi's grave covered in flowers as Zarkon shed a tear for his Master's mother.

The graves would be relocated to his property at Misty Cove. Christie had secured the seven maids who worked for them, all young and unmarried.

Ignatius would pay to move their families to Misty Cove, as most lived with their parents. They were the breadwinners, the parents old and sickly. Ignatius offered medical benefits and a retirement package. Which was unheard of in this world.

He was about to leave, a vehicle pulled up in front of his mansion. The sound of a door slamming pulled his attention away from his mother's grave.

Two minutes passed in silence, and the car drove off. Ignatius followed Christie and Zarkon to see who could visit this early in the morning. It was still dark.