Illyan Trant was one of the most talented magus apprentices in the Raven academy. She was respected by all of her peers and slightly feared by them. But there was one person that didn’t respect her and scared her actually. A man that is so unpredictable, a man that will sacrifice anything for power.

She doesn’t know him well but she thinks that she knows his motivations. To everyone he seems cold and unpredictable. But what she sees is a broken man with the oppression of powers for his own sake so he could build himself again.

That man is Adrius Caseo, he has made a reputation for himself for being cruel and ruthless. But she knows that he is just broken, and she can fix him.

She knew that the cold personality he puts it’s just a mask to cover the broken shell of a man.

She has always thought herself a savior, and today she will live up to that.

Standing outside the door, she was quite nervous. She wasn’t nervous that he would kill her, they were in the Academy it is impossible for him to kill her. Even though the rule doesn’t stop him the last time he killed a student. But he was just trying to cover a secret that was handed to him. So he can’t be blamed.

Reaching out with her hand, she knocked on the room’s door. She came to his personal room so she could have more privacy talking to him because she knows that nobody comes to his room, because the last time somebody came to his room and tried to disturb him they broke all of their limbs. She knocked again and then suddenly the door opened. There was nobody behind the door but she could see that there was a faint hand on the handle of the door. She was a rank 2 magus apprentice she was very close to reaching rank three so not a lot of apprentice magic can go unnoticed by her.

Entering the room she was quite shocked by its interior, there were books everywhere and to her right side she could see lab tools on the table.

On the left side she noticed two sofas with a table in the middle. On the opposite sofa sat a man, he looked young, his body looked young, she couldn’t see his face because he was wearing a very disturbing mask. The mask of a white skull with teeth like fangs coming out of it.

She immediately knew who it was, he was the man she came for. Adrius Caseo.

She walked to the sofa and sat: “Adrius Caseo, we finally met. Let me introduce myself, my name is Illyan Trant. And I’m here to help you”

She said it with all of the confidence she has in her, she puffed off her chest and held her head high because her words meant that she was his savior, so he has to at least appreciate it.

But what she didn’t expect was for the man in front of her laughing, he laughed like what she said was the most amusing thing in the whole world.

“ May I ask why are you laughing?”

He stopped laughing and looked at her, she couldn’t see his face because of the mask. But she can see his eyes clearly, his deep bottomless black eyes. It was known throughout the Academy of his eyes, but no one knew how he got them or why. Some say he has demon blood, some say that he gouged his eyes and put those instead so he could see better. Some even say that he is Croft’s son, because both of them have the same eyes.

“ I was just laughing at how absurd the idea of you helping me, you see. I don’t need help, my enemies need help. I don’t need help. I have mostly been on my own for time now and didn’t use anybody’s help. I only did what I do best to manipulate, kill and observe so your help it’s not necessarily needed. But I am willing to listen to what are you trying to help me with, so please talk I’m all ears”

His voice was surprisingly calm, from all the stories she heard about him everyone describes him as this demon, this killing machine that will erupt every 10 seconds. But now sitting in front of him he seems kind of normal, of course there is this weird feeling around him. A feeling that she didn’t know exactly what it was. But it was a very unnerving feeling of death and obsession. It was very unnerving but the man doesn’t just kill for his own pleasure she is sure that he doesn’t do it. Because if he does it for his own pleasure then she will be dead by now. But why is he this? Why does he have this aura around him? What did he do in his life to get this aura that is filled with death and obsession?

She gathered her courage and spoke: “ You don’t have to put this mask on, not literally but this metaphorical mask you put on every day. I know you are broken, I know that this mask is only covering your broken self and I’m here to help you with it. So if you’d like ms to help you, then please show me the real you not this cold person that you are playing as”

He didn’t laugh this time, he just looked at her studying her with his gaze. A weird feeling is being studied by these black eyes but she held her position and she didn’t break eye contact. She looked him in the eyes. What she saw didn’t scare her but made her very uneasy, she saw nothing but desire in his eyes. Not desire for flesh, not desire for woman. No, desire for power! She knew that look, her father always had it until it got him killed. But this look of his is more intense than her father's thousand times. He looked like he just wanted power and he didn't want anything else.

“ So you think I’m broken, understandable. But look at me, do you see me as a broken man? No! I may not be broken but I am unstable. I will tell you that. For the whole world I may seem broken, for you I seem broken. But I know I’m not, if the world is this unbroken thing, this marvelous thing then I will break it myself so everybody can see what I see. I know you. I don’t know you personally but I know this type of person, I have dealt with them a lot. You see, everything in this world can be fixed or the world is good. But here’s the truth: the world is more fucked than you can ever fix, every day millions of people die and not just in the magus world but in the universe maybe not millions maybe trillions no one knows and nobody cares. Do you know why? Because when you’re not at the door of death you don’t care if somebody else dies but when you reach the door of death you become very protective of yourself. You will do anything to not die and that is the world you’re saying you want to save. A lot of Magus has killed millions of people so they could extend their life by 50 years. And do you know the funny thing, it isn’t hundred percent safe to use this method. There’s a chance of it not succeeding and millions of souls just died for nothing. So if I’m broken in your eyes then the world is not broken. No, the world is shattered, the world is just atoms. If you think I’m broken, then I'm sorry to tell you but I am not. I am just following my desires. I am true to myself I will kill, I will manipulate, I will steal anything so I can fulfill my desires and I am true to myself I will not hold anything for myself. So I am not broken. I am more whole than this cruel world, the world where if you have power you are a God but if you don’t have any then you are less than trash on the side of the road.” He explained his logic with the calm/cold tone of his. Illyan was in shock. The way he spoke was not of a young person but of an adult. And his logic is kind of true. The world is cruel and if you’re not cruel then you will be eaten.

As for his desires, and him following it and being true to himself was not something new to her. A lot of dark magus have this mentality and that is one of the most distinctive things between light and dark magi.

“ Now if you don’t mind, can you please go out now, I need my privacy again. I'm very tired today so goodbye” Commanded Adrius with his calm, almost fake tone.

Illyan got up and walked out of the door but before she closed it she said: “This is not over”

Adrius looked at her and chuckled: “Oh sweet child it is already over, because if I see you again in my room then I will show you the broken world with your own eyes”

She closed the door but she could still hear his laughter in her head. The man was not broken, No! That man is the breaker!