Although the situation got a heathy laugh out of the rest of the family, Tyson dared not to underestimate Seria.

Something about the women unnerved him, and now it shone through more than ever. And it had not escaped his notice how the kids were ever watched while they played outside, the executioners axe hanging over his formless blob at every metaphorical step he took.

Since that day he had not even dared leaving Michals room.

The only positive to come out of it was his increase in magic density by another point, and corresponding rise in chakra. He now had exactly four points.

Five days later, just when they were preparing breakfast, Paul the terrorists father had prepared scrambled eggs, Seria burst through the front door with a heavy look on her face. Tyson immediately jumped into the summoners shadow, refraining to show even the deep red eyes he normally would, holding out in total darkness.

[Fear of the dark advanced to Mastery(1)]

Fear in the dark would be more appropriate.

“Upstairs you brats, now.” Her tone was almost devoid of the usual cheerful undertone.

After a few moments had passed Tyson decided to open one small eye, staring straight into Michaels face.

“So you were still in there.” It gave Tyson the shock of his life.

Now, for the offence some of his predecessors would have the boy eaten alive by rats but that was wasteful in an untactful way.

No, he simply swore to chain him into an office forced to do barely challenging tasks for the rest of his miserable life.

“Are you not curios what my parents are discussing downstairs?” Tyson opened his other eye.

“We want to come too! “Zyanid the older of the two sisters had her hands on her hips her chin raised, kiki stood behind her trying her best to mirror her older sister.

“That's only something f..” Tyson simply shot forward, a mad grin plastered over his face. Screaming the girls ran away.

His summoner knocked him on the head and started sneaking towards the stairs. For a moment the modern dark lord debated weather the villains of old were onto something with their rats before resining to follow the very capable infiltrator.

“… then, when we opened the cellar we found it, a dead chicken placed in the middle of a circle of bloody runes.” We heard Paul curse under his breath.”And for years we thought we had a fox in the neighbourhood.”

Seria continued. “He had apparently gotten the book from a wandering trader for a few pennies.”

While Tyson almost couldn’t hide the grin that was threatening to form on Michals shadow, the boy was far less calm. In his eyes a look of unrest.

“But he was such a nice boy, wanted to to inherit the bakery one day. Bloody witchcraft.”

For a moment there was silence, then Seria hesitantly spoke.

“Tried to tread Malekas, may he remain dead, footsteps. Now instead of living forever their gonna hang him with the last rays of the sun.”

Tyson had to give it to the village boy, he had ambitions. Trying to live up to the legacy of one of the most feared dark sorcerer’s and the only ever human to have attained immorality was quite the challenge. Sadly for the man, at the tender age of thirty three years he was murdered by a bunch of warrior priests out to correct the blasphemous act of disproving their religion.