Cold Sterile wind gentle brushed pass Damian's face prompting him awake from his unwanted slumber he lay on a rough ash ridden ground, concentrating he figured out a total of seventy seven witches present just from their heart beat.
" Rise Damian, I know you are awake " An authoritative voice boomed in his ear, slowly he pushed himself up using his arms, he stood chained to pillers like a prisoner in an arena, a crowd of spectators cheered as he rose trying to free himself, the earlier seventy he counted was seventy witches and wizards standing infront of seventy doors around the arena.
This stadium was large, very large as it could hold up to seven thousand people, opposite the crowd of spectators were five high individual podiums on which five witches sat but the third was higher than the rest and the witch on it couldn't be seen by Damian as a dark fog clouded her from his line of sight.
He turned around observing all the witches and wizards around the circular corners of the arena, their stern faces hidden under their long hats and their turtle necked garments which trailed to the tip of their feet embellished with intriguing designs and the uniform color purple.
Damian immediately got a little insight on the hierarchy here, yellow were lower witches which he killed with ease, purple were middle ranked and were those that knocked him out finally red were the upper rank that could take on powerhouses like his parents and brother.
So his chances of survival if he fought back was thirty percent and it was either to take that chance or figure a way out of this difficulty, soon the cheering crowd calmed down Damian stood unfazed as he stared at the highest podium, all this already destined to happen according to his plan.
A red roll of fabric rolled down that particular podium it was an all red fabric with a black falcon logo on it, one of the purple witches guarding the doors stepped closer to Damian and said in a loud voice, " The court of Zayden had decided to look into the case of Damian Zack, the murderer of our own ".
" In a space of thirteen days he brutal exterminated all the apprentice witches of the Yanga district, Mercy or No mercy " she continued her left hand on Damian's shoulder while her other hand gesturing to the audience.
* NO MERCY!!! *
The crowd echoed their voices fusing into a single union loud and deafening, Damian smiled lightly as he dragged his restrained arms the chains clanging at each attempt for freedom, " Sorry boy but that is metal magic and can't be destroyed unless the caster is killed " the witch said in his ear.
" He was brought here to be reasoned with but instead attempted to kill Mother's successor, Mercy or No mercy " She cried again, now sharp objects were projected towards Damian creating gashes and injuries on his body.
* NO MERCY!!! *
The woman punched Damian in the tummy repeatedly Damian stood still for some seconds before dropping to his knees coughing blood, she dragged his hair rasing his face before delivering some stud punches to his nose causing it to bleed.
She kept hitting him till he tucked himself but the persistent attacks continued until, * ENOUGH * A voice boomed and everywhere became reticent to the extent a mere pin drop would be audible.
Damian untucked himself and stared at the black fog along with everyone present, a beautiful woman floated out of it, her attire was nothing like what the others wore, she was dressed like someone going to a ball with a gown that exposed her cleavages.
She slapped the witch that beat him to a pulp and whispered something into her ear afterwards the witch bowed and went back to her initial position leaving the ' Mother ' and Damian.
" Why are all your subordinates weak " Damian asked to only her hearing, " Witches were built for magic not strength, Human " she said holding his chin up, " Gosh, even you " Damian said again not sounding like someone that got beaten some moments back.
She spit on his face and turned around, " Purge this world of this child, cast him into the forgotten world Ynddark, let him understand how powerful the race of witches can be " she echoed levitating back to her podium, All the seventy witches opened the door they were guarding simultaneously.
They all levitated above Damian and formed a circle meters above him moving round in a circular motion as they chanted inhumanely an arcane spell, Damian looked at the doors and smiled, Azure coloured tentacles stretched out of them and enclosed on Damian.
" Do you possibly think you can kidnapped me and throw me into another dimension, a coven of insects…, HaHaHaHaHa " Damian said in the mist of laughter as the tentacles closed in, " A group of Witches against the God of Demons how ironic " he continued easily breaking the chains, he felt insulted, never for once had he been spat on, so disrespectful but for the sake of his mission he has to endure.
He reshaped them into spikes and threw them at the spectators killing some witches in the process, by then the tentacles had already gotten hold of him, " He is still killing " a purple witch screamed from the crowd, " Remember this Zaydens, Denmak the demon God shall return to extinct your coven, mark this day and wait for my return " he continued unable to contain his anger.
" You dare spit on me bastard bitch, I will torture you till you wish you were never born ", after this words the coven broke into an uncontrollable laughter as if he told the greatest joke ever and truly it was the best they ever heard, someone coming back from Ynddark impossible.
Damian calmed himself and concentrated on the finding the essence of dimensional warping, the tentacles had already consumed him to the extent only his head was visible yet he remained unfazed, ' Primordial Demon Technique ' He said immediately and got fully consumed.
A loud uproar sent shockwaves through out the arena as the crowd cheered, Damian was encapsuled in the azure coloured goo, infact the entire arena's ground was covered in that goo, a vortex fabricated below Damian and dragged him to the forsaking world.
He could be seen falling through the fabrics of reality as he transwarped to another dimension, utilizing this opportunity he sat in a meditative position as said, ' PERSONIFIED ABSORBING '.
Damian's skin gradually warped into a black hue, it seemed like he was absorbing this dark space he was falling through, above him was a vortex and below him was one, finally he's careful planning had gotten he ever wanted even as a demon, which was the ability to manipulate dimension but now he Personified it.
Another thing he could feel was Reality, Spacetime, Infinity, Chaos and The Cosmos, he had actually become very overpowered and it was due to his most powerful technique, a technique only him had access to, The Technique to personify anything he absorbs.