Suck Lord Mastery [DMV]

A hurried step could be heard from the corridor, as if something had happened. But the man who was sitting on his chair would keep his usual stoic expression as he rested his chin on his palm. It was a rather slow day, he felt bored, nothing interesting happened lately and he was sure nothing would entertain him… yeah, nothing. However, as the sound of the footsteps getting louder, he knew this person with tiny feet was close enough to the room where he was resting now. He would straighten up his back while clearing his throat, ready to accept his guest. Well, the slaver didn’t really care about his posture, but he liked to show a rather distinguished figure of himself to other people. He loved to show his authority, how well respected he would look on some occasion.  And that occasion? It was today. To be honest, it was just something that he could do to entertain himself, giving him a rather sophisticated feeling when he did that.
“Excuse me.”

A voice came behind the door, a voice of a young girl that he picked up before. He knew he trained her well, a perfect slave. By the time he spoke out, letting out his permission for her to open the door, he would see a little girl coming in. He wouldn’t like it but he thought that her most stand out point was her white hair and those little twin tails, those even look bigger than her head. This girl never even mentioned a thing about her older sister who was in that redhead archer’s care now, he wondered why. Perhaps she was scared that he might do something to her sister or maybe she had just…forgotten about her already.

“What are you doing, Hyperion?” The girl asked as she closed the door and waited on her spot.

“What are YOU doing, Manaka?” He returned her question, “You were running.”

“It was nothing, I just had nothing to do and I thought I can be useful for you today.” She said with a big smile on her face, waiting for her master to call her closer like an obedient puppy. The man tilted his head as his empty eyes stared at the young girl before he motioned his hand to her, hinting her to come closer. “How about you do something that can prove your usefulness to me?”

There was a second of silence filling the room, but Manaka would break it with her laugh. “Does that mean you don’t have anything to do today?” There was no answer from the man, but the little girl could tell that she was right with her guess. But she was careful, very careful so her words would not come as an insult. “You know I saw you were wearing a rather strange gauntlet on your arm the other day.”

“What do you mean?” Hyperion asked, still not feeling entertained by the conversation he was having at the moment. Yes, he cherished all his slaves but he was not in the mood for a small talk at the moment. “You know, the one with the strange looking eyeball.”

“What about it…?”

“I just thought they look cool and I wonder if you can show it to me.” Manaka answered innocently, but that only made the slaver want to ask another question. “How do you know about that?” The man crossed his arms as he interrogated the girl, wondering how she knew about the gauntlet. But the girl tilted her head and put a finger on her chin, “I just happened to see it the other day where you wear it outside, but it was just a quick glance. After that I never saw you wearing them anymore.”

Once again the room was filled with silence but the slaver would sigh before standing up, “You might die if I show it to you. So I’d rather not. Go find something to do, Manaka. You can even prank Sasuke or Leona.” He would walk towards the girl before putting his hand on her hair, giving her several pets before ordering her to go. “Alright, then, thank you for the time, Hyperion. I was quite entertained.” She would say her final greeting before she walked out the door, she would close the door softly, almost not making any sound at all and her footsteps were now calmer than before.

“Silly girl.” The man murmured to himself as he walked back to his work chair and sat on it. He wondered if he was too soft on her, but the level of her loyalty was good and he knew what to do when she stepped out of her boundaries. He was sure that Manaka knew the risk as well if she ever did something that he wouldn’t approve of. Now that little matter had been taken care of, Hyperion thought that he had to do something today or he would die from boredom, definitely.

As he looked at his arm, he remembered that Manaka mentioned the gauntlet. It wasn’t actually a gauntlet though, it was actually his Djinn power. But he wondered if that was really all it got, he never saw anyone else using the power of Djinn to be honest…

Oh wait, he did! He saw Noir displaying her Djinn form at Hetway village only to show to those foolish villagers that she was more than capable to protect herself and people. If he asked her to train him or to teach him on how to use the power, he knew she would gladly oblige and assist him. But her eyes were something he had to be cautious of, he knew magician’s eyes had a gift to see the color of the rukh. He was also aware that his Djinn didn’t come from a very good place, well, he didn’t know where, but still, at least he was aware of the difference between his Djinn and Noir’s. So perhaps it was safe to not say anything to her, just to avoid any unwanted things. He knew she had a very curious nature as well, so… he was the only one he can count at the moment.

The slaver had a thought of asking the contractor about the power, but he knew that the lunatic jester would only spit on his face and laugh at him. Just the thought of that nasty moment made Hyperion feel upset, he wouldn’t lie but that contractor’s presence was really unpleasant. The man would close his eyes for a second, trying to erase the contractor’s face in his mind and focus on his Djinn power. Yes, he tried to activate the weapon equipment several times and tinkered with it, trying a lot of stuff just to figure out all the things he could do. Hyperion wouldn’t try to exaggerate but he thought highly of the nature of the power. It worked like a vacuum and he could control it, a very powerful magic, indeed. But the level of the power he currently had didn’t match the ‘hardship’ he had to go through. Well, he couldn’t say it was a hardship but he knew what he was talking about.

So far he had only focused the power on his arm to create the gauntlet and he swore to the master of the slave masters that it was exhausting. Although he got better and better at utilizing his magoi to activate the power, still, he would feel really tired after that. He wondered about another thing though, what if, instead of his arm, he could try to activate the Djinn power to cover his entire body. He might be able to do what Noir’s did, getting a full body equip form, covering himself with the Djinn power. The man thought it must be easy for Noir to train herself because she was a magician, he could be wrong but then again he didn’t know the difference between magician’s magic and Djinn’s magic. He felt like someone had to write a book about how to train a djinn, he knew it would be a big hit and he wouldn't be in a lot of trouble figuring out how to train his Djinn power.

Well, it was no use to dilly dally, Hyperion would push himself with the chair, giving him a bigger space to try something. With arrogance, he lifted one leg before resting it on his knee and he lifted his arm up with eyes focused on the invisible gauntlet. It was invisible because he had not activated his equip yet, but as soon as he fed magoi to his hand bracelet, the gauntlet would appear. It didn’t exhaust him at the moment, he gripped his hand and examined his heart to see if it was racing quickly but fortunately he felt normal, he was not pushing himself. “That’s good…” He would mumble to himself, letting his voice echoed within the room. Although technically, it was not his voice. It was the voice of millions, not even himself knew whose voice that it belonged to, he couldn't even remember how his own voice sounded like. But it didn’t matter, it was his and he loved it. All the tricks, all the surprise when he spoke, it was all so intriguing for him.

Hyperion would infuse more magoi to the gauntlet, wondering if that was the steps. Nothing happened and he would inject more and more. He didn't care about what might happen, last time he got a nosebleed, but that was not the worst. He wondered to himself about what the worst that could happen, maybe he might have another nosebleed or even cough blood. The man waited for something,  any reaction from the gauntlet or his body, but nothing still. Until he felt something strange on his stomach, felt like he ate something bad that ended up twisting his stomach. He would ignore it, wanting to focus more on the djinn training until blood began to escape his lips, painting his clothes with crimson color. At that moment, he stopped feeding the magoi, noticing that something was wrong. With a sigh, not happy that he dirtied his clothes, he would take it off, his top and trouser before using one of it to wipe his mouth.

His eyes would dart towards the door, deciding if he should lock it up or not. But hey, he looked good, nice figure and all. So why did he need to hide it. If someone dared to step into the room, it would be their lucky day. However, after playing enough,  the man threw his clothing to the floor before focusing again on his gauntlet. Perhaps it was not the way it worked, that was why he failed. Maybe he should try another way and he would stop activating the equip for now, returning the gauntlet into its original shape, the hand bracelet. He maneuvered himself to sit on the table, his back would be facing the door while he tried to think. Inside the slaver's mind was countless ways to activate another level of the djinn power, he tried to pick the best solution he could do in a short time and perhaps in the most effective way.

After he spent some time, he finally came to a conclusion.  He should sleep and no, it didn't mean he gave up or was being lazy about it. It was just, the first time he was able to figure things out was by sleeping and letting dreams guide him. Perhaps this time dream will give him another guidance and maybe when he woke up, magic would happen and he would be able to magically activate it and gain that full body equip like Noir. His body felt weird after all, so he might need a little rest. The former slave could still taste the blood on his tongue and it was a long time ago since the last time he had that taste in his mouth. He remembered those times where his master would make his lips bleed and the thing he could do was to only lick it, hoping it would heal faster. Although there was another fun time where he had to swallow his own blood when his master punched him on his gut really hard that it almost ruined his organ.

Well those are his past, something that shaped him to the man he was at the moment. Now, he was on his way to conquer everything with his greed fueling his desire. However, it was the time to let dream guide him, as much as he hated it because it was out of his control. But oh well, it was a small price to pay to get the ultimate power and to fulfill his goal. The man wouldn’t bother to wear a cloth and he would go straight to his bed. Sleeping without clothes made him remember another highlight of his past where he was forced to sleep without anything but only the cold would cover his body. It was such a mess and he wondered how many times he was going to die… but look at him now. A step closer to his dream, and at the moment he would literally let another type of dream give him a clue.

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“Weird.” His voice came out from his lips as he covered his eyes with his arm, feeling very energized because of the sleep that he took. So what was strange about the sleep? Yeah, the fact that there was no dream at all. It was a great sleep, but the purpose was not what he intended it to be. He had wasted his time… He didn’t really like the outcome but there was nothing he could do, sleeping wouldn't help him. So what was left was to try again. He would lift his arm, staring at the hand bracelet while his other hand was on his thigh, unconsciously clawing it really hard until it was bleeding.

The slaver didn't bother to activate the gauntlet form first but instead, due to his annoyance, he blasted a huge amount of magoi to cover his entire body before he chanted. “Accipere, Pluto.” Just like a miracle, he could see that something began to form on his entire body, a pitch black armor but it only happened for a second before it dissolved into a purple colored vapor. His eyes widened due to surprise, and couldn't believe that his anger helped him to solve the issue. Now he knew that he was thinking too much about things, he was being too careful and lessons were definitely learned.

Now that he had grasped the basics, Hyperion decided to try again. When he was upset and accidentally almost activated the equip, he pictured himself wearing armor on his body. Maybe he could also do the full equip when he activated his weapon equip, but that would be training for another time. Because clearly enough that he did something wrong and perhaps it was his wrong way to manipulate magoi that resulted in the failure…

Once again, he infused his magoi, feeling it wrapping his skin as he closed his eyes for a maximum focus. But he couldn't seem to make it into a solid shape as the armor dissolved into purple vapor again. What was different about that was that he could make the dissolving time to be much longer than before. If he kept this up, he would be able to stop the armor from disappearing. So he kept practicing, repeating the method over and over again. He would spend hours training it, only stopping to replenish his energy by eating something and hydrating himself. Well, discipline and consistency definitely gave him a good result of his training. Hyperion couldn't even tell how many times he repeated the chant while practicing but the fruit of his labor could be seen by the time he managed to do it. A raven colored armor had covered his body and this time, it didn't dissolve into vapor. But something was strange… he could see but when his hand tried to examine his armor, he couldn't feel his own head. The man made his way towards the mirror only to see something that was quite unexpected, but amusing for him. But before that, he was surprised that he could fly towards the mirror instead of walking. He looked like a headless knight, nothing was there from his neck to his hair, only his body.

He felt the irony, with all the greed that he used as the fuel to power him up. His armor was a pitch black one, without any hint of other color. But if one knew about color mixing theory, if you mixed all the colors, it would turn into black color. A fun theory that fitted Hyperion’s Djinn Equip because it implied greed as well. “Heh.” He grinned on his invisible head before he deactivated it and returned to his normal form where his head was still intact.

The slaver would practice his Djinn equip more for several times before his body started to give in, but just enough for him to not cough any blood from his mouth. Now that he had accomplished his mission, he also had a good understanding about how to manipulate the magoi to his body. That would make it easier for him to shift his weapon equip to full equip soon, but for now, he would love to sit down and relax for a little bit. The man thought that he should try the power of his Djinn equip soon, but definitely not in his work room, it would be annoying to accidentally destroy it. But he was sure that the power would be even greater compared to when he only activated his weapon form, the question was… how powerful he could be. Maybe he should find another Djinn user to challenge him, just to compare the power that he had. But all's well ends well!

WC: 3000+