Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

You must be wondering how your aunt ended up here. Let me broaden your mind."

The revelation Lorcan unfolded was nothing short of extraordinary. The earlier thunderous sky, Jaegar learned, was a consequence of the veil being broken between the two realms—the human and the magical. The once-impenetrable barrier that separated these realms, concealing the magical plane from human awareness, had been shattered.

The implications of this revelation began to dawn on Jaegar: humans could now traverse into the magical plane, just as denizens of the magical realm could freely move into the human plane. The very fabric of reality seemed to be unravelling before his eyes.

Before this, there was a certain veil-like presence that kept humans unaware of the magical realm. And to travel to the human realm, there were certain requirements to travel between the two. The high requirement of magical stones or a highly skilled magician. The ministry kept a close eye on the interplaner travels of everyone who went to the human realm.

And now that the situation has changed as that veil has broken, they will be aware of the happenings in the magical world.

"Now that you know, do you want to see your aunt one last time?" Lorcan taunted, bringing Diana\'s face close to Jaegar by holding her neck in a cruel grip. Diana\'s heart raced as she struggled to catch her breath, fear coursing through her veins. Her voice was trembling as she kept asking Jaegar if he was all right.

Jaegar\'s eyes flared with an even deeper shade of red, and his face contorted with the fury that surged within him. Despite the primal chaos within, it seemed as if every ounce of his power was buried, unresponsive to the turmoil.

In an agonizing twist of events, Lorcan callously slammed Diana to the ground, eliciting a pained squeal from her. Diana\'s body crumpled under the force of Lorcan\'s attack, her pain intensifying with each passing moment. The place fell silent, except for the sound of her laboured breathing and the echo of Jaegar\'s name on her trembling lips.

Lorcan\'s action only fueled Jaegar\'s rage,as a muffled groan escaped Jaegar\'s mouth, and his attempts to speak were stifled. The regret of leaving Lorcan last time weighed heavily on his mind, and if he had taken care of him, his aunt wouldn\'t have been in this situation right now. Ultimately, he was the reason for all this, he thought.

As Jaegar watched Diana struggle, guilt washed over him. He couldn\'t help but blame himself for the pain she was enduring. If only he had dealt with Lorcan earlier, none of this would have happened. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders as he realized the consequences of his past actions.

The brutality of the scene played out before him, and he could not bear the sight of his aunt being mistreated. Even the primal chaos within him remained eerily silent, as if it wasn\'t there.

Diana\'s forehead bore the first signs of abuse, a trickle of blood escaping the wounds inflicted by Lorcan. Revelling in the sadistic pleasure of the moment, Lorcan gloated, "How does it feel, you piece of sh*t? You dare give a warning to me, the prince of the empire, you lowlife. See how I am going to rip her clothes off and defile her in front of you."

Jaegar, struggling to raise his head to meet Lorcan\'s gaze, found himself in a helpless state. Blood dripped from his eyes, a testament to the physical and emotional toll exacted upon him.

Jaegar\'s once composed countenance now bore the visible toll of the magical restraints. His face, contorted in pain, was marred by the insidious spread of purple veins, their tendrils snaking across his features and down his neck.

The ominous manifestation extended from his wrists, the epicentre of the magical struggle, to every corner of his being. The very essence of his magic, thwarted and constrained by the enchanted bracelets, revolted with an intensity that left his face a canvas of agony.

As Jaegar strained against the magical bonds, attempting to wield the powers that were now elusive, the bracelets exacted their cruel toll. The bleeding wounds at their contact points, once mere glistening reminders of their malevolence, now released rivulets of blood, tracing a macabre path down Jaegar\'s wrists.

The melding of magic and suffering painted a stark tableau of a man trapped, both physically and metaphysically, in a struggle that transcended the mortal realm. The silent testimony of blood and veins mirrored the silent turmoil within Jaegar\'s soul, as he grappled with forces beyond his control.

If he hadn\'t tried to use his magic, he would have tried to move himself, but the bracelets were straining him totally as long as he used his magic, which made him immobile making him paralysed.

In addition to the relentless physical agony inflicted by the enchanted bracelets, Jaegar found himself ensnared in an emotional maelstrom as he witnessed his beloved aunt, his dearest family, subjected to cruel abuse before his eyes.

The profound helplessness he felt, unable to intervene and shield her from harm, inflicted a mental onslaught that transcended the bounds of his physical suffering.

The weight of witnessing his cherished aunt\'s torment bore down on Jaegar\'s psyche, a relentless pressure that threatened to fracture his mental resilience. The profound bond he shared with her, a connection that surpassed mere familial ties, rendered him defenceless against the emotional turmoil unfolding before him.

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Each moment of her suffering was etched deep into his soul, a painful reminder of his inability to protect the person he held most dear.

The mental strain, a silent storm raging within him, compounded the already unbearable physical pain inflicted by the enchanted bracelets. The convergence of these twin agonies forged a crucible of suffering, threatening to overwhelm Jaegar\'s spirit.

In this crucible of anguish, he grappled not only with magical constraints but also with the crushing weight of love and helplessness, a potent blend that tested the limits of his endurance.

Lorcan, grinning like a madman, leaned towards Jaegar\'s battered face. "Yes, yes, show me your desperation," he taunted sadistically.

Lorcan\'s sadistic taunting pierced through Jaegar\'s already shattered resolve, fueling a fire of determination within him. Despite the overwhelming agony, Jaegar refused to succumb to despair, his eyes burning with a flicker of defiance.

With a triumphant stance, Lorcan stood up and seized the top of Diana\'s gown, callously tearing it off in a deliberate, upward motion. The gown she was wearing was now torn up to her waist, revealing her bra strap and naked back.

Diana\'s face was flushed with humiliation, her vulnerability exposed for all to see. Diana, now exposed and vulnerable on the ground, desperately tried to cling to the remnants of her dress.

Lorcan, crouching down, met Jaegar\'s gaze with a twisted satisfaction. "Man, it was all worth it—the long wait it had taken to see you at my feet, crawling like a bug." The air was thick with malevolence as the prince revelled in the anguish he had wrought upon Jaegar and Diana alike.

Lorcan\'s manic laughter echoed through the air as he spoke, "Little brother, your aunt is truly a vision of beauty. I can\'t wait to rip all her clothes off and see what\'s beneath." Diana\'s heart pounded in her chest as she watched Lorcan\'s sadistic delight, fear gripping her.

Lorcan\'s sadistic words sent a shiver down Jaegar\'s spine, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and anger.

Jaegar, inwardly grappling with a torrent of emotions, fought to maintain his composure. Desperation surged within him, and in his subconscious struggle, he found himself instinctively attempting to invoke magic.

The once ornamental bracelets, now seamlessly integrated into his being, seemed to pulse with an ominous energy, by now the purple veins on his hands had become dense. His singular desire was to reclaim his powers if only for a fleeting moment, to whisk his aunt away from this harrowing scene.

The anguish of witnessing his aunt\'s distress, coupled with the looming threat of Lorcan\'s intentions, sent Jaegar\'s mind into a chaotic whirlwind of turmoil and wreckage. The mere thought of Lorcan inflicting harm upon her shattered his mental fortitude. In the recesses of his consciousness, a vow to obliterate Lorcan and reduce him to smithereens was formed with unwavering determination.

Deprived of his ability to wield magic, Jaegar summoned the last reserves of his strength to force words past the pain. His voice emerged in strained fragments, each syllable a testament to the physical and emotional toll exacted upon him. "You...fucking...bi..."

Lorcan heard him and crouched down near his face, Moving down his face near Jaegar, he said, "Look at him, he could still speak, what a fucking stubborn bastard."

"I swear...I will...find you and...show you...what...death...is," he uttered with a guttural rasp, his voice punctuated by gaps and stuttering cadence.