Suck Lord Training [DMV]

A man sat behind a wooden table, his hand was supporting his chin while another hand was holding his pipe. His fingers restlessly fiddled the wooden tube as he lost in his own thoughts, his eyes, although looking at the smoking pipe, but it wasn’t filled with anything as if his soul wasn’t there. Inside of his head, he can hear his steady breathing and the tapping sound he made with his foot. As his eyes returned from the emptiness, the amber orbs would gaze towards the hand gauntlet that he was wearing at the moment. It was silly, but he got that from a dream… a dream that felt strange enough to be a reality but ironically, he was wearing the proof on his hand right now.

Now that he got a chance to peacefully wander into his own thoughts, Hyperion wondered if he ever tried to use the gift from that strange man. His hand that was supporting his chin would move and take the pipe from the other hand before he brought it to his lips. But his eyes never left the hand guard, even when he smoked the briar pipe and let the burnt opium help make his head clearer. The man would finally lift the other hand, close enough to his face so his eyes could see the hand guard better. He carefully examined it with his eyes before he put a small amount of magoi into it by using the same method of activating magical tools. But as soon as he did that, he would wait for several seconds, waiting for the hand guard to actually react or even working in some ways.

A moment had passed and still, nothing happened. He tried to infuse some of his magoi once again and repeat the same thing one more time, waiting for anything...something, to happen.  But it was zero... nothing happened and Hyperion could only let out a sigh. “Maybe it is time to get serious…”, he mumbled before groaning. While yes, he knew nothing about this power, he really thought that Djinn was just a fairy tale for children, the one being read before bed. Until that day where he magically entered that mysterious place led and ruled by a being that claimed to be a god or something. He didn’t care, it was not a pleasant memory after all. Well, not entirely unpleasant to be honest. The Djinn granted him with a curse that gave him unlimited possibilities to do his work, a voice mimicry curse, well even though he lost his own voice but he didn’t really care.  Not only that, although he didn’t win the competition, it was truly fun and eye opening.

His companion’s figure would appear inside his head, making him wonder about how she utilized her Djinn power. That also made him remember something, Hyperion never saw Noir activate her Djinn power before! The next time they meet, maybe he could ask her to show it to him and in exchange, he could show the fruit of his labor to her. But for now he had to figure out how to actually use the thing he wore on his hand. A sigh escaped his lips again, he knew it would be easier if that magician could be here, guiding him on how to do it but look like he had to do it on his own for now.

The slaver wondered if he didn't put enough magoi into the hand guard, but he doubted it, contemplating if that was really the case. But perhaps he should try another method, this thing he wore on his hand couldn't really be used as a weapon couldn't it? So perhaps he should imagine that first. The principal might be the same with how he can control his slime, but... this was a borrowed power, a blessing being bestowed for him… without him knowing what kind of things it could do. So maybe he had to be creative...

He leaned his back against the leather chair, trying to get comfortable if he wanted to start using his brain exceeding its maximum capacity. It felt like playing with an invisible puzzle to be honest...but he wondered what kind of satisfaction he would get after he solved it. Hyperion began to close the curtain of his amber orbs, starting to think about what kind of form he wanted to achieve. He doesn't even know what kind of magic being infused inside so...there was no clue at all. Hell, he didn't even know the name of the Djinn… he knew that piece of information was important at least. "How should I proceed with this…?" He asked himself internally,  unconsciously scratching his head due to the frustration he was feeling at the moment.

Perhaps concentration was a key, so he began to calm himself down. His breathing was slow and steady, he didn't move an inch and let his mind wander on its own, searching for suitable solutions. He started to inject the hand guard with magoi once again, this time with larger amount. He would be putting all of his concentration into it, hoping to get something,  anything… Suddenly, he got a glimpse of vision in his mind, an eye. But there was no other eyes like how they would usually come in pair, it was just a single eye. What was funny about it was what the eye hinted, it was full of rage, as if it was hungry for destruction.  A perfect fit for him if Hyperion could give his comment. He put more magoi and concentrated more, wanting to get another vision. But he could only see an eye full of hatred embedded within a steel thing. As he tried harder, he could feel something dropping to his hand, a mixture between a cold and a hot feeling. Not only that, his nose felt funny. He quickly opened his eyes and found out that he had a nose bleed. Perhaps he forced himself too much to the point his body needed to give him a warning.  Magoi was someone's source of life after all,  the fragments of the soul that was converted into energy. "I should stop for now….but that is a good start."

The man stood up as he wiped his nose with the palm of his hand, he used to have a nosebleed like this but usually it was because of the physical abuse he received when he was a slave. He would look around, trying to find something he can use to be stuffed into his nose. After not being able to find a rag or something like that, he decided to use paper. He would tore a piece of paper and rolled it before putting it inside his nose before going out of his work room. Well he could have wiped his bloody hand to his clothing but he'd rather not, so he would go to the washroom to at least clean the blood from his hands and face or on everywhere the blood was dripping at. "So fucking annoying…" he would curse under his breath, disturbed by the fact that a simple thing made his body tired.

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The slaver would be ready for his slumber as he climbed on his bed. He would take off the piece of paper from his nose, noticing that it wasn't bleeding anymore before laying his body down, resting his head on the pillow. It didn't take him long to be drifted into the dream world and strangely enough,  it felt like he was inside that room again. The room where he was bestowed a blessing from a strange man. But no one was there and he could tell that it was different from last time. This time, it was his own dream,  his own world. He would sit on the big crimson colored chair and brought his legs up to the table after taking a bottle of liquor. He would skillfully open the bottle before gulping some amount of the alcohol into his throat. A satisfied groan could be heard from his lips but then suddenly a voice followed right after.

"...to."

The voice said, but it was unclear. Hyperion couldn't figure out the word that voice was trying to say.

"P...to."

Once again the voice spoke, but it was still not clear. As if something was getting in the way for it to speak clearly. The slaver waited, but impatient and he GREEDily put the alcohol into his lips again, drinking a lot more this time as if he was filling a hungry stomach. He would throw away the bottle, ignoring the crashing sound it made as it touched the ground. His attention was distracted to something else after all. The room was suddenly filled with things! Money, gold bars, gold coins on the other side of the room. Then there was food, the best delicacies someone rich could only have. Slaves lining up, kneeling and bowing, worshiping him. He felt like a king...no, he felt like a GOD. Everything,  he wanted everything on the palm of his hand. But what was good about wanting...right? Taking it would give him more satisfaction!

"PLUTO."

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Hyperion woke up with a loud gasp and heavy breathing. "What the fuck was that." He would notice the sound of birds and the light from the window piercing into the room. Morning had come but the man didn't feel well rested,  most likely because of the dream he had.

"Pluto?" He murmured. "That's the name of the Djinn?" The man asked himself but he gave himself no response to his question. Instead he tried to decipher his dream, thinking about the possibilities inside his head. The slaver wondered about all the power, wealth and pleasure that was shown, it made him feel like a god…

But earlier when he said the name of the Djinn, nothing happened...so he tried feeding magoi to the hand guard and called its name but nothing, no reaction. He began to think if what happened in his dream could be a clue, perhaps a single word to activate the command. It was true that he wanted all of those, yes he was greedy, yes he wanted to take it all, making everything to be his and his only. Then his lips began to move on its own and his voice created a word, "Accipere." A word meant to take something. Then he repeated it again, this time he sounded as if he was giving a command. "Accipere, Pluto."

In a second, his hand guard was warped into purple colored haze and in a blink of an eye, he could see it changed into a gauntlet. What was interesting was the eye being embedded on the gauntlet itself, it was full of pure rage just like his vision. Not only that, it can move around as if it was alive. He began to laugh loudly like a madman, how come such a thing understood his desire, his greed to take everything and to make it his property. He loved every second of it, every thoughts of it, so much that his body was trembling with excitement. The slaver hadn't felt that much of excitement in a while but he would be engrossing himself fully, enjoying it.

Now that he was finally able to activate it, it was the time to make it more perfect. He would activate it over and over again just to reduce the activation time as well as getting used to it. But there was one thing he really liked and he would test it out outside to the moving animals. It seemed that he had the power to create a vacuum like energy and he can use it to attack or to interrupt movements. This should be good to stop someone from attacking, a power that fitted him perfectly. It was just the first step of what he could achieve and by using the new power, he could take everything and satisfy his greed.

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