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Harry raised his hands and quickly cut his wrist and drew blood. He did a little spin and the blood fell on the floor creating circle made out of blood drops. It doesn't need to be perfect. It was the symbolism that mattered more.
"Magias Magnas invoco!
Haec tibi sacrificio do, Protectionem, Immunitatem et Robur peto!
Vocationem meam audi, in nomine meo! Hadrian!"
( I call upon the Great Magics. I give you these as a sacrifice, I ask for Protection, Immunity and Strength. Heed my call, on my name. Hadrian! )
As soon as he said those words the magic circle on the floor was set aflame. An eerie green flame. Normally in this situation it was supposed to be ordinary flames or even the flames of a phoenix.
But people who have used this ritual didn't have a flame designed to consume souls or Harry's absurd affinity for fire.
Harry had a nervous look on his face when the green fire spread, but calmed down as the ritual continued to work as intended. The green fire consumed the sacrificial items and then pulled back towards Harry and set him on fire.
Immediately the pain started, his entire body was hurting, like needles stabbing him all over, every cell in his body was screaming.
Harry gritted his teeth but stayed still, the pain would pass, but the gain would be permanent. But then from the fire came out a shrill, from the green flames came out a soul, the Basilisk's soul.
He had purposefully not taken its soul, a thousand year soul was tempting, but he was in front of the founders, he might need their help in the future, so there was no need to antagonize them. But even with that the main reason was because the basilisk was sick.
Sick in the mind, the body and in the soul. He would gain very little from its soul and might even lose out and spend more energy getting rid of the contaminated parts.
But the ritual all on its own somehow brought the soul back and started cleansing it. After five full minutes the pain stopped and the ritual needed with the purified soul engulfing Harry. He stood still for a few moments, absorbing everything and double-checking if anything had changed from what he planned.
And there was no change to the ritual, there was even a boost with the soul. 'Maybe magic had deemed me deserving of the soul as well. As the winner of the Rite of Conquest i get everything. I just didn't expect that even after I threw the soul aside Magic would help me cleanse it. If I did that shit on my own it would have taken ages and the returns would have been small'
Harry stretched his body a few joints made a satisfying pop. He waved his hand and cleared all the dust and grime from the floor. He left the room and summoned Mirror Alice.
The sacred gear materialized in front of him and he finally got a look at himself. 'Damn.'
He was taller, a lot taller. Harry was twelve years old. Because of his absurdly expensive magical ingredients that he and Hope consume and his training, naturally their bodies grow faster. His height was 160cm. The average for a boy his age was 150cm. *
Now he was 167. That was taller than most fourteen year old boys. And he had bulked up considerably, showing more muscle mass.
"Huh, I had thought I would be more lean since it was a snake, but more muscle does make sense. A snake is basically just almost pure muscle from 65 to 70% of their total mass, for comparison humans are only 40% muscle. They have about 25 different muscles on each side of the body at each vertebra." Harry poked at his biceps.
'Oh i can't wait to test this out. With the previous boost in physical strength I would be able to do some fun things with big weapons. Actually lets do that now. I need to wait at least one hour until I do the next one.
Doing rituals back to back is pretty stupid, its best if they were stretched out a few days. But these two are linked together I still want to give it an hour for the body ritual to be completely stabilized '
Harry snapped his fingers and his was wearing clothes again, his gym clothes. He apparited to the training area. It was time to grind.
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CRRRRR
The weights on the training machine creaked as Harry pulled on the handle. It was too heavy even for the machine to handle.
CRRRRRRR
The cables looked like they were going to snap from all the metal plates attached to it.
THUD!
Harry let go of the handle and the weights slammed back down, breaking the machine. He looked at his hand and let out a laugh in disbelief.
"This is crazy. Peak Mid Class Physique at twelve." Harry threw a mid class lightning spell and apparited in front of it. The lightning hit his body. He had no shields and no mana protecting his body. And all he felt was a jolt like he was being tazed.
"And that's without magic" he shook his head. His magic broke through high class, he was now on the same level Reginald was. But the biggest jump for him personally was his soul.
From the basilisk, 150% on magic, 100% on the body along with a 50% on soul.
His soul by fair is his most powerful thing. In the first place he was a transmigrator, He has been purifying and consuming the souls of his enemies. And now that got a 50% boost.
For about 95% of the people in this world, from all races. The soul was meaningless to them. It existed, it was important and needed to be protected. But that was it, unless you were a god linked to a soul domain, a necromancer, a magician or cultivator who uses soul power.
Only for those few who pick or stumble upon this path was a soul something incredible.
Harry is one of those few. His Peverell magic, the basis of the magic was the power of the soul, the stronger the soul, the more things you can do with it. And the stronger the Soul Decoloring Flames. One of the most evil acts a necromancer can do, they manipulate souls and bodies, they chain spirits and ghosts. They fuse souls to their own soul.
But consuming them, erasing them from existence, who they were, what they accomplished and taking in what little is left behind as pure nourishment.
With the souls he had devoured until now and this boost, Harry's ability to purify souls had doubled and even a little bit more than that. Meaning he could do it better now and grow faster.
A sound mind, a sound body leads to a sound soul.
It was a common phrase, the better the body and the mind, the better the soul. But where does magic come to that equation?
Inborn Magic for most species comes from soul. It acts like a metaphysical door, big steel doors, a link to new hidden world. Some people when they are born that door is opened slightly, allowing magic to flow into the body, and start generating their own.
As they grow older and the soul grows, that door is pushed open more and more.
Anyone can learn Mage Craft with enough effort. They study, learn, fail and through pure effort take some magic from the environment and push the door a bit, allowing the magic to be capable of storing inside the body. The size, shape and the nature of the soul plays a big part on your magic.
For Harry a big part about that is his Affinity for fire. Some might have been inborn, but by creating and using the Soul Devouring Flame that is powered by his soul, it naturally will take in some of the fire elements.
Once Harry was done with those tests, it was time for some new ones. He snapped his fingers and a house elf brought an entire box full with bottles that had labels on them. These were various poisons he had developed and venom from various animals.
He drank, injected and placed some on his skin, one by one with a few minutes of interval in between. Spell circles were constantly spinning around him, monitoring his body.
Nothing, there was absolutely no affect on him. If anything the harmful foreign substances were broken down and turned into useful proteins, carbohydrates, lipids and etcetera. Even his strongest poisons, his best sellers, completely ineffective.
It was time for the final test. Basilisk Venom.
Harry forces Fawkes to give him some more tears just in case this doesn't work as it should. This was the most dangerous substance he had encounter up until this point... if you don't count the Philosopher's Stone.
'I should grab some Elixirs later. I also need to work on getting rid of that tracing core, but that requires me to be much more skilled in Alchemy. So much to do so little time'
Harry carefully used a specially made pipet to pick up a few drops of venom. This was made from the same things as the bottles that he was keeping it in.
He dropped a few on his pinky finger, ready to use phoenix tears and even cut off the finger if necessary.
And the venom slid off his finger. The small part that was absorbed through the skin was broken down as the earlier poisons.
"Hahahaahaha!" Harry started to laugh like a madman. Poison Immunity. He had done it and with big boost for his body. Now even if he his hit by something a lot stronger than Basilisk Venom, his chance of survival has increased greatly and the ability to minimize the affects.
"Onto the next one"
Enough time has passed, Harry felt no discomfort with his body. That means the ritual was perfect, the best possible result without any side affects. Even the best rituals still have a lingering effect for a week or so, discomfort or pain until it disappears.
He should know since he always has a headache for at least a week after the mind rituals that he did.
Harry returns to the ritual room and starts drawing the next circle. This time the pattern was much simple since the only ingredients were the eyes. He strips naked and starts the chant.
Once again green flames appeared and engulfed the Basilisk Eyes.
Almost immediately a harsh burning pain appeared, Harry fell down on his knees as his hands went to cover his eyes. It felt like metal needles that have been heated up repeatedly stabbing his eyeballs. Dozens, hundreds of times.
"FUCKKKKK!!!! MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!"
Harry kept cursing as he clenched his fists. He then shut up and grit his teeth. He would have slammed into the floor, but he was afraid that he would break it and interrupt the ritual.
After five minutes of inhuman pain the ritual stopped and the fire vanished. Harry slumped forward and fell on the marble floor. His entire body covered in sweat. His body in shock from the pain.
He let out a tired groan 'That was the single worst experience in my life. Fuck.. I don't think I have ever felt that much pain. almost made me want to kill myself just for it to end. No wonder so many people die in rituals. Even if you do everything right, it still doesn't mean you can handle it'
After a few minutes of just lying there, Harry regained a bit of strength and pushed himself off the floor.
'Fuck, they still hurt a lot' Harry winced as his vision was a bit blurry but it was clearing up quickly.
He left the room and summoned Mirror Alice once again.
'No change?' Harry raised an eyebrow as he looked at his reflection. They were still the same emerald green eyes as before.
'No there is something there, I can feel it'
"Cippy" he called out and a house elf appeared next to him
"Yes Master Harry" it asked with a calm but slightly excited tone. He had trained them not to be so energetic. For an Introvert like him the elves were too much. Now they were quieter and more composed
"Bring me one of the lab rats here from cage 19"
"Right away Master"
It popped away and returned the next moment. With a small white mouse floating above its hand.
Harry used his magic to float the mouse in front of him to his eye level. Harry followed the strange feeling in his eyes and pushed magic into them.
His eyes shifted, the pupil became vertical, his green iris shifted to a sickly greenish yellow. He looked at the mouse right in the eye. The the mouse spasmed and the next moment its entire body fell limp. The mouse was dead.
Harry let out a little smirk. 'Interesting.. Very Interesting. This will definitely come in handy' he then felt another wave of pain from his eyes and quickly stopped pushing magic in them
'I need to rest and recover. But this is definitely worth the pain. I still need to test if I have the Petrification part of the eye as well. But that's for later, now I just want to sleep.'
~ A/N
*(Harry's B-day is on July 31 )
BTW what is better i have heard many theories about the Basilisk Eye, but i still like the most basic one that it stops the heart of anything it looks at. Seems the most reasonable.
Okay that whole Lore drop about the soul was me thinking about the Difference between Wizards, Magecraft users and people with Magecraft Legacy like LaFey.
We already know how wizards got their power. But is the difference between normal magicians and LaFey really due to knowledge and bloodline. Or does bloodline and soul come into play on a bigger level than I though before.
I NEED OPINONS ON THIS. (then again it doesn't change much. But I want the LORE to be as good as possible and make sense without screwing up)
The door thing was 100% inspired by FMA Brotherhood. God i love that anime.
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Didn't really plan for the Basilisk soul. People were saying how Harry needed a boost, and all of a sudden the idea forms. I just went along with it.
People seem to forget how I write. I don't do the standard plan everything out and write it. I write the background and the characters, then a few cool scenes and moments as short notes for the future.
Then I just let the characters have their own stories and actions. An idea pops into my head and I shelve it for the moment that badass scene comes to life. I don't know the random times some shit happens makes it seem more real to me. It fits my idea of the DxD world which is chaotic as hell.