Light From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

My stomach tightened into a knot. "What do you mean Aria? What do you mean by who you truly are?" Master walked to the bed now and sat beside me. The mattress bowed underneath his weight. I raised my head and eyed him warily as I shifted uncomfortable under his hidden gaze. His face may be hidden, but that didn't hide the fact that he was staring at me intensely. His eyes boring into my face. If they didn't know about what I was talking about, there was no way that they would be working for Drakos. At least not as his close minions. Maybe they could provide me some answers as well. They may be useful yet.

"Yes, I've mastered it." By this point, Nigel's face has practically collapsed. Chase backed up two steps before confirming his success. "Well, let's see it, then!" Topher also zipped forward and planted himself right in front of Chase. Chase felt crowded and retreated another step. "Sure thing, Master." He raised his hand. A stream of Five Colors Divine Light burst forth like a five-hued laser beam, drilling straight through the hall's floor. Staring at the bowl-sized hole that appeared to tunnel toward the earth's core, Nigel lost all restraint.

“They don't see our bodies; they see our Source-Code. They’re looking for the 'Variable' that Elara injected into the BIOS.” ​The first Inquisitor moved with a speed that defied the laws of inertia. It didn't accelerate; it simply Existed at a different coordinate. One second it was a hundred yards away; the next, it was looming over the sled, its chest-slit flaring with a lethal, absolute-red light. It reached out a long, multi-jointed arm, the fingers vibrating at a frequency that turned the air into a shimmering heat-haze. ​“SHADOW-BURST!” Killian roared.

Becoming the Master of the Bright Light Academy seemed like a daunting task, and I couldn't fathom why the system had chosen such a quest for me. Seeking clarity, I turned to Albert for insight. "Albert, who currently serves as the master of the Bright Light Academy?" I inquired. Albert's response was sobering. "Master Bowan holds that title. He's at the Early Master stage of Cultivation, but his methods are notorious for their cruelty. He's known to resort to torture if his students fail to meet his demands."

Fear gripped my heart, but then I heard Aura’s voice in my mind, clear and resolute, **“Use your light.” I focused on the warmth that emanated deep within my core, letting it build and spread until it engulfed me. The dark rogues hesitated, sensing the change, but it was too late for them. I released the light in a blinding, radiant wave. The rogues let out a collective howl of agony as the light consumed them, turning them to ash.

I lunged for him, my hands still glowing with a terrifying, sickly green light. "Silas!" He looked up at me, a single tear of blood tracking down his deathly pale cheek. He reached out, his fingers trembling as he touched the pulse point at my neck. "There she is," he whispered, a terrifyingly proud smile on his face. "My warrior." And then, the air went cold. Dead cold. A silhouette stepped out from the trees. It wasn't a hunter. It was a man in tattered black robes, his face a porcelain mask of a weeping woman. The High Inquisitor. He didn't carry a gun or a sword. He carried a silver bell.

Oddly, the basement door starts to shut, stealing the ray of light that once filtered in through the wide opening. The place is dark. Sinfully dark. ‘Brit?’ My senses heighten as I listen to the footsteps of my master in the dark. I’m trying so hard to guess what he’s up to when something flicks. A lighter. He holds it forward, channeling the light on my body. ‘What is he trying to do?’ My body glistens and squirms as I keep guessing. I'm not sure how long I’ll last if he sets me ablaze. Something sticks into the small flame.

Luna skidded to a halt. Shifted back. Stared at the assembled Inquisitors. They wore white armor inscribed with golden wards. Carried blades of blessed silver that *hummed* with holy power. And at their center— A woman. Tall. Regal. Her hair silver-white, her eyes burning with divine light. She wore robes instead of armor. A high collar embroidered with the symbol of the First Light. *High Inquisitor.* "Luna, daughter of Kairen," the woman said.

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

I take a deep breath and rub my eyes removing the tears that want to fall, my nightmares are always the same portraying something I no longer remember and can only wish was true, a loving family. It's dark and cold, it is always dark and cold, where I am now. The only light I ever see is when my master calls me to serve him blood and do my studies, but then that is usually only at night. I haven't seen the sun since I woke up in my dark cell but the night can be beautiful too, I occasionally can see the stars and moon if my Master is in a good mood, otherwise, the only light I know is the candles my Master has lit all the time in his room...