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BIG LUCAS:

I never expected as a marine to be lead here, to the dust-choked archives of my family's Tuscan home. The grit of Afghanistan still clings to me, a stark contrast to the fragile papers I now handle. I'm a Marine, but my heart is in the past, in the secrets buried under layers of time.. I thought I'd seen everything, until I found the chest hidden behind a loose stone in the cellar. It was made of dark wood, bound with iron bearing a raven crest. Inside, nestled in rotted velvet, were the journals of my ancestor, Freaker Raven. The name sent a shiver down my spine. He lived in the 17th century here in Italy, and family stories whispered he was a man consumed by shadow, who died 110 years old after hiding these very papers

The pages are brittle, the ink faded. His handwriting is sharp, almost angry. I've spent nights translating his confession. He writes of a secret society, guardians of an ancient power linked to Isis. He describes a master, a warrior named Max, who found a fountain of raw magic. Freaker's words drip with venom as he details Max's transformation—inhuman strength, impossible speed. He was the perfect weapon, and Freaker was poisoned by jealousy. He saw Max's power as a perversion and his love for a man named Alex as his only weakness. The last entry I translated is the most chilling: "I will not kill him. Death would be a mercy. I will break him. I will scatter him to the winds so that he may never be whole again." I closed the journal, my hands trembling. This wasn't just a story; it was a blueprint for a murder that spanned centuries. I don't know if it's truth or legend, but I swear I will do everything to uncover it. I, Lucas Raven, am the only one who knows the truth, and I have to see it through to the end.

FREAKER:

The body of Alex Cava lies at my feet, twitching. A beautiful, tragic sight. The poison is working perfectly, just as the ancient texts described. Like the shirt of Nessus that destroyed the demigod Hercules, this simple linen, soaked in the distillation of Ghost Root and Scorpion's Tail, is delivering a death from the outside in. I watch as a fine sheen of sweat breaks out across his brow, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. His skin, where the fabric touches it, is turning an angry, blistering red. The toxin is seeping into him, a fire that no water can quench. He is the only flaw in Max's perfection. The only weakness.

I knew Max when he was just a brute warrior, before he became the Magus Militant. But love... love has made him soft. Predictable. This is my first true strike against him, a blow that will land before he even knows a battle has begun. In our secret society, the Children of Isis, we seek immortality through power, not sentiment. I am purifying our path.Alex's eyes flutter open, clouded with pain, and he tries to speak, but only a choked whimper escapes his lips. He thinks he is dying. And so he shall. I leave him there, a sacrifice on the altar of my ambition.

I walk away, down the cold stone corridor towards the meditation chamber. I know Max will be there, lost in his trance, drawing strength from his precious life fountain. I slip inside, my footsteps silent on the flags. He is kneeling, his back to me, his perfect torso rising and falling with each slow, controlled breath. He is completely vulnerable. From my belt, I pull a thin leather throng, supple and strong. I approach from behind, my shadow falling over him. In one swift, silent motion, I loop the leather around his throat and pull it tight.

DREAM BREAKER:

I can barely keep my bloodshot eyes open as I watch Freaker move into the nearby meditation chamber. A leather strap tightens around Max’s neck as I try to warn him. But my voice is just a wheezing gasp that gets lost in the castle’s stone walls until I finally collapse back onto the altar, feeling the poison tearing at my insides and burning my skin into blisters bursting with blood.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I have finally found it... the Fountain of Power - a source of magic that would give me unmatched strength, speed and stamina. It would turn me into the Ultimate Warrior the world has ever seen. And i get to share that power with one true friend which will only make me stronger. I drop to my knees, taking in its power, summoning it into me, absorbing it and growing inside. My transformation is almost done as I feel my veins fill, grow and pulsate, tingling with new vigor. I feel rejuvenated and I am about to get off my knees...

When I feel something snap around my neck... a leather strap of some sorts and pull me backwards. I scream and howl as I try to turn around to see HIM... the pesky High-Mage who has been on our tails for some time now. 'How did he find us? And where is Alex?' I grin at you as you tug on the strap, grabbing it and try to tug back to my side to help me breathe a bit. This is not a fight I had planned. And until the bright Red Dragon Ruby on my chest glows, the full effect of the power I just absorbed will not be ignited. I have lost my concentration and cannot channel my thoughts and my aura towards the new gift I have acquired... What timing...

FREAKER:

I pull the leather strap tighter, my enhanced muscles burning with the Elixir of Aton that courses through my veins. It is the very essence of our order's power, the same brew that built our strongest warriors before the Fountain was even a whisper in the mountains. He wants to be the ultimate warrior, but he is the biggest threat to everything I have built. I am the High Alchemist! My mind is the true weapon here. They betrayed me, you see. Max and his precious Alex. They turned the children of Isis against me, poisoned them with whispers of my "obsession" and my "dangerous experiments." They stripped me of my rank, my influence, my standing in the very society I helped create. So I have hunted them. I have followed them across the mountains, through the valleys, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

He struggles beneath me, his hands clawing at the leather. His strength is monstrous, even now. But I have prepared for this moment. I have studied the ancient texts, the forbidden scrolls that speak of the Fountain's origin. And I know its weakness. I release one hand from the strap and press it against his spine, directly over the source of his power. Then I speak the words I found in the tomb of the First Mage, a curse that severs the connection between the Fountain and its vessel:"Akh-tem-ur, ves-sala-kri. Nol-umbra-tos. Silek-tor-ven." The words are ugly, ancient. They vibrate in my throat. And I feel it happen. His body goes rigid beneath me. The red glow of the ruby on his chest flickers. The veins bulging in his arms recede. The power that was surging through him is cut off. The Fountain cannot reach him now. The ruby cannot ignite. And my strength will be enough to destroy him

DREAM BREAKER:

I hear Freaker cast a spell, and the glow of the red ruby fades almost completely. I try to get up from the altar to help Max, but the poison in my veins weakens me, and I finally collapse onto the marble floor.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I teist violently to face the source of this powerful magic invading me from behind. My eyes go wide when I see who it is... "NO. THIS CANNOT BE..." I drop to my knee, weakening, but manage to ball up a fisr and slam it into your chest, sending you reeling back. The strength is still in me, but not powerful enough to stop the spell you just cast. I attack you again as you stumble back, grabbing you at the waist, lifting you and dragging you across the hall to the stone wall behind you. I slam you hatd into it, thinking the spell will be broken if I break you. I take a few steps back, oozey and my head now spinning. There is like screaming in my head that I am trying to remove, shaking it. I drop to my knees holding my head, wailing too.

FREAKER:

I slam into the stone wall, pain exploding through my skull. But the Elixir of Aton burns in my veins, knitting bone and flesh together in seconds. I rise, my lips still moving, the ancient words pouring from me like poison. They are not meant for his body. They are meant for his mind. They burrow into his thoughts, twisting, screaming, tearing at the seams of his consciousness. He drops to his knees, clutching his head, wailing.He is vulnerable now.I stride toward him. I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back. His eyes are wild, unfocused. The scream in his mind is my doing.

I rear back and drive my knee into his ribs, feeling something crack beneath the blow. He gasps. I do it again. And again. Then I reach for his chest, my fingers finding the edges of the glowing ruby. It pulses against my palm, warm and alive. I dig my nails into his flesh and pull. He howls. I pull harder. The stone resists, anchored to him by threads of magic. But I am the High Alchemist. I know how to sever threads.With a wet, tearing sound, the ruby rips free. Blood wells up from the wound on his chest. The glow dies in my hand. And I stand over him, the stone clutched in my fingers, its power now mine to command.

DREAM BREAKER:

I watch Max and Freaker fight. Max is slowly coming down, breaking. I am unable to believe my eyes. But why? Why our dear friend wants to do this to us? Freaker clearly wants to kill us. I force my way forward on the hard floor, leaving bloody trails behind me as pus bursts from blisters onto the white marble. The ruby! The Freaker poisoned me to death on purpose – to make sure I couldn't protect Max and his ruby. He wants the power that only a few can dream of: eternal life. And he's willing to pay any price for it, even our lives.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you pull the Ruby away from me, breaking the incantation - however the absorption of Eternal Power is complete. I just can't ignite it in me and use it to its full potential without the gem. Rage fills my eyes as I lunge at you, trying to snatch the Red treasure from your hand. "I am going to kill you for this." I land a hard fist to your gut, digging it in and sending you again reeling across the Great Hall of this temple. I see the Ruby fall from your hand and roll out of sight in one of the crevices of the wall. I am now focused on destroying you, taking you out of the equation so I can restart the spell from the beginning.

Little do I know that you are no longer the same man who once stood by our side, supporting us and making us stronger. You have changed sides and is now out to kill us. Moreover, I can barely make out your true form under those very loose Mage clothes that cover you. It seems you have changed, you have transformed yourself even down to your physique and body. When my punches landed, although precise and strong, it felt weird, like landing on something different than human flesh...

FREAKER:

I stumble back from his blow, the impact rattling my bones. But I smile. His fist felt strange against me, didn't it? That is because I am no longer flesh and blood. Not entirely.I reach into my robes and pull out a vial of swirling silver liquid. The final product of my life's work. I drink it in one gulp. Fire explodes through my body. My muscles knit and grow, hardening into something beyond flesh. My skin turns grey, then gleams like polished steel. I flex my fingers and they ring like metal striking metal."Immortal," I whisper. "Invulnerable.

 charge at him. My fist connects with his jaw. I grab his arm and twist. Bone snaps. I slam my knee into his gut, my elbow into his spine. Each blow lands with the weight of a forge hammer. He is strong, yes. He has absorbed the Fountain's power. But he cannot ignite it. And I am like steel now. Unbreakable. Unstoppable. The ruby lies somewhere in the shadows, lost in a crevice. It does not matter. I will find it later. Or I will leave it to rot in the darkness. Either way, he will never touch it again. I wrap my hands around his throat and lift him off the ground. His eyes bulge. ”It is time to end this," I snarl. "Time to break you into pieces that will never be whole again."

MUSCLE MARINE:

Things that a wrong turn for me when I see you swallowing that glowing liquid and in an instant, you transform into something out of this world. "What kind of magic or sorcery is this?" As I watch your skin glow then turn silver, hard and corded with etched muscles. You disrobe and there you are standing tall and powerful. I swallow hard but not for long as I feel your fist connect to my jaw, then my arms trapped in your grip, bending them and stretching them. You knee connects to my gut folding me in two before almost breaking my spine. I am sprawled on the floor for a second... in pain, moaning and groaning.

I hear your words as you lift me, your hand around my neck. But I can't let this happen. I kick and land a nice foot to your bulge. Your howl is enough to make me understand I just hit your weak spot. I drop from your grip and as I land on my knee in front of you, I aim another fist to your jewels - this time making sure I grind my knuckles into them. "You will do nothing." As you bend over me, clutching your bulge, I try to strike up with an uppercut to your jaw. My fist lands with precision right on target, but it feels very hard as steel. I scream in pain as I pull back, and I hear you laugh.

FREAKER:

The pain hits me like a shockwave. My knees buckle. My hands fly to my groin. For a moment, my steel skin means nothing. The agony radiates through me, blinding, staggering. I double over, gasping. But then his fist connects with my jaw. And I hear it. The crack of bone. Not mine. His. He screams and stumbles back, clutching his shattered hand. My jaw did not even dent. My steel flesh absorbed the blow completely. I straighten up, still throbbing from his low blows, but my regeneration is already working. The Elixir of Aton knits the pain into something manageable."Clever," I hiss. "But not clever enough."

I close the distance between us before he can recover. I grab his broken hand and squeeze. I twist. More bones snap. I drive my steel forehead into his nose. Cartilage crunches. Blood sprays . I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and lift him. Then I slam him spine-first onto my knee. ”Where is your Fountain now?" I growl into his ear. "Where is your precious Alex to save you?

MUSCLE MARINE:

I groan in pain, then turning to moans as you roll me off your knee onto the hard cobblestone floor. I hear you mocking me, standing tall and almost taunting me now. I look up as I try to recover with fire in my spine. I twist a bit towards you and try to land my other fist into your gut. How has he become so strong. He looks normal now, the grey color has gone and his normal human color has returned, but yet, everything about him is hard... hard like granite, no, marble... unbreakable, as my fist lands on your gut with just a thud and no effect. I look up. "How? Why? Who are you now?"

I make the mistake of turning my head to one side, looking for Alex, but can't seem to find him anywhere. Has he killed him? "What have you done to him? I will kill you for this..." I lunge at you again, aiming for a direct hit to your chest, putting in as much strength as I can. I am now feeling desperate - knowing that all the power of the Fountain is within me, but I am unable to access it because you stopped the spell, and my Ruby is nowhere to be found now. I rush at you, screaming wildly...

FREAKER:

He charges at me, desperate, wild. His fist aims for my chest. I see it coming. I do not dodge. I do not need to. I catch his fist in my palm. The impact shakes the floor beneath us. The titan elixir thunders through my veins. My arm swells, muscles rippling, growing to the size of a titan's. My fingers close around his fist. Bones grind together. ”You ask who I am?" I snarl. "I am your end. ”I yank him forward. His body slams into mine. My free hand finds his neck. I push him strongly to the ground. His face crushes on the hard floor ”I cannot destroy your spirit," I hiss. "But I can make sure your body is never whole again." My hands move with terrible purpose. I reach between his legs. My steel fingers close around his manhood. ”First, I take what makes you a man." I pull…

MUSCLE MARINE:

I scream like a banshee as you slam me to the floor and in an instant, pinning me, you grab my balls and cock and feel you squeeze them first before pulling at them, tugging. You are stretching them too much, too far. They are going to rip. I start pleading. "Stop. Please. No more. You win. Stop. You are gonna kill me." But the smile on your face confirms you taking pleasure in exactly that, not caring what might happen. I thrash and kick, throw my arms back, swinging them at you, grabbing your face and trying to gouge your eye. This mage is not ordinary man anymore... using his powers efficiently and intelligently, growing when he needs and strengthening what he needs.

DREAM BREAKER:

Things aren't going well for Max. Even though I can't see exactly what's happening in the chamber, I can tell from Max's screams that he's in agony. All I can see is the maniacal look on the Freaker 's face. "This can't end like this!". But there is nothing I can do to help Max than just hope the best.

FREAKER:

I raise my hand. Two warrior priests step from the shadows, bowing low. One holds out a sword that glows with pale blue light. I take it. The blade hums with ancient power. ”Hold him down," I command. They pins Max to the stone floor. I bring the sword down. His right arm separates at the shoulder. Then the left. The blade cuts through muscle and bone like silk. His legs follow. I sever each one at the hip. The glowing edge leaves no mess, only clean wounds. Max does not scream anymore. He is barely conscious now. A torso and a head, bleeding on the floor. ”Your spirit will wander," I whisper. "But your body will never be whole again."

I drive my fist into his chest. Ribs crack. My fingers close around his heart. I pull it free. It beats once in my hand, then stops. A cold wind rushes past me. His spirit, fleeing, screaming into the ether. ”Take it," I say to a warrior priest. "To the hidden shrine. Let no one find it. "He bows and vanishes into the darkness with the heart. I pull a fine iron lace from my belt. I wrap it around Max’s nose and pull. The wire slices through cartilage. His nose falls away. Then his ears, one by one. I drop them into a small silk bag and tie it shut.

I pick up the glowing sword again. I place the blade against his neck. I push. It slides through like butter. His head rolls free. More warriors appear. They collect the pieces. Each takes a limb, a fragment. They will scatter them across the world, to places only I know. I reach down one last time. I take what remains of his manhood. I drop it into a glass vial and seal it tight. "It is done," I whisper. "You’re gone for eternity"

MUSCLE MARINE:

In a matter of minutes, in a blinding glow of blue light that fills the ancient Great Hall of this temple, you execute what is to be your final plan for me - your biggest achievement yet... destroying the Fountain of Power's Essence that now resides trapped in me - and me split into several pieces. As my spirit is driven out of my body, and I watch the brutal execution ceremony continue, I see you send away my parts with your priests to every part of the world as they vanish, teleport into darkness. I try to scream into the void. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE PRIEST? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

I look to the other side of the Hall, looking for Alex, but he is nowhere to be found. He was badly hurt I can imagine - how could he have gone far? Where is he? I cry out to him, but no answer. It is like I am now trapped in a glass vial and no one can see me... except you. You, the mage who did this to me is the only one who can feel my presence now. I wander in the large space now, trying to grab any of your priests as they step into dark portals taking orders from you.

As I turn around, aimlessly now, I see something glowing red in the crevice of a corner... I rush to it, hopeful that I could reverse the whole spell by finding the Red Dragon Ruby...

DREAM BREAKER:

Even though my body was on the verge of death, the greatest agony tore at my heart as I watched the now-invincible Freaker tear my beloved Max into pieces and scatter them all over the world, most likely guarded by monsters or giants. I would never see Max again, unless... a faint spark of hope flickered within me. Why does Freaker want to scatter Max's remains across the world? Is he worried someone might reassemble them and revive Max? My eyes shine with renewed determination, and that faint hope empowers me to crawl away before Freaker finishes me off. If there's a way to bring Max back, I have to find it.

I can hear Freaker 's footsteps approaching somewhere behind me, I want to crawl faster, but my strength is running out. I barely manage to get out of the palace when a massive hand grabs me by the neck and lifts me off the ground. FUCK, they caught me! I lift my face off the ground to look death in the face as my eyes widen in astonishment: AL GHRATOS! Before I realize what’s happening, I’m in another dimension—his palace. A blue glow envelops me, and the poison vanishes from my body, restoring my strength.

But why? Why does this demigod want to save me from death?

I tell him everything. He smiles and nods, "I know all", casts a spell, and blue light surges into me. “You are now immortal until you find your beloved,” his voice booms off the walls of the room, “but you will have to pay me.”

He drops his leather pants to his ankles and shoves his 14-inch throbbing cock down my throat, and finally, just a few minutes later, cums in my tight throat. His thick seed flows hot into my stomach, his cock blocking my breath, my body going limp. I wake up. I’m in my room. Everything is as it was, except Max is missing. I start looking for him, but can’t find the slightest clue… Years go by, centuries pass, and I still can’t find Max… until…

Published: 2026-04-19, viewed 91 times.