All the liquid in everyone's cups rose into the air and shot towards Noah like a load of buckshot, each one flying with the kinetic force of a 90mph fastball. Noah didn't get out of the way; at least, that's what it looked like to everyone. He had already activated both his spells and let his clone take the attack. For those watching, it looked like every single orb simply missed him by a hair's breadth while he stood calmly.
"You're aim is terrible. Me, I always get my target, like when I shot my load across your mother's face. Considering how you burned down the old Knight's Sheath, I think it's only fitting she work at the new one. After all, she's been bailing you out of trouble since the day you started walking." He spoke loud enough for everyone in the mess hall to hear him. Galvin screamed at the top of his lungs and lunged towards Noah, jumping from table to table with his staff raised high and a blade of water forming around the tip.
"Catch me if you can," Noah taunted before running out of the hole in the wall.
Galvin chased Noah across the academy grounds, to the main gate, and down into the city, all while Noah continued to taunt him. Rapid blasts of earth and water were launched, none of them ever hitting him. Noah led him to the abandoned slums, where nobody would intervene. When they were completely alone, he finally stopped and turned to Galvin, the prince gasping for air and furious beyond all measure.
"Tell me something, when Mark gave you the idea to burn down the Knight's Sheath, did it ever occur to you that it would be a bad idea? Did you stop and think about what would happen afterward? What I would do to you? You killed eighteen people and wounded another twenty. Did you really think there would be no repercussions just because you're a royal bastard?"
"All I could think of was you and all those whores screaming in agony! My only regret was that you wouldn't have the sense to curse my name while the flames turned your bones to ash!"
Surprising Galvin, Noah began to laugh, which turned into a mad cackle. "I'll admit, Princess, you did manage to wound me with that fire, perhaps more than anyone else ever has. Crazy as it may sound, I should be congratulating you, maybe even thanking you. I can't remember the last time I got to feel the vibrancy, the ecstasy, of such blinding rage. To chance to cast logic and reason aside, to have this genuine hatred that I feel in my bones and enjoy the rush, comes along oh so rarely for me. These emotions, these feelings, they're so wonderfully intoxicating.
You did it, Galvin. Well done. You succeeded in something that few have accomplished: You pissed me off." Noah reached out into his pocket and pulled out a small cloth bundle, tossing it to Galvin. "Here's your reward for such a stunning accomplishment, as well as a 'thank you' for this interesting experience."
Galvin caught it and looked at it. It was his mother's monogrammed handkerchief, drenched in semen. The smell hit Galvin, and he dropped it, then vomited his half-eaten breakfast onto the ground. "I'LL KILL YOU!" he screamed. His temper had already cost him all of his mana, so Galvin charged and began swinging at Noah with his staff like a madman. His moves were feral and obvious, and Noah had no trouble avoiding them, never even needing to draw his sword.
"Your friend Mark told me all about you and your failures. Every time you'd fuck up, your mother would pull strings to clean up the mess. She ran your life to try and keep you from embarrassing her any further, but you couldn't even do that right, and she despised you for it. The power, the authority, the wealth, everything you think you have came from your parents, neither of whom ever loved you. I'm guessing you probably had a wet nurse as a baby. How does it feel knowing I sucked on your mom's tits more than you did?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Galvin yelled, continuing to attack Noah like a rabid animal.
"What are you going to do now, Princess? You think she can keep bailing you out of trouble after last night? All her political power, her ability to intimidate and leverage, it all disappeared when she stepped on that stage, eager for me to use her like a piece of meat. I'll be surprised if she can even retain her territory after this. You, the cucked prince, son of the whore duchess, you'll have nothing, you'll be nothing, just like always. Even your shithead brother Seraph has more prospects than you."
Galvin could no longer swing his weapon. He was gasping for air, barely able to stand. Having failed to land a single hit, he released a howl of frustration. One of his eyes had turned red, the result of a blood vessel rupturing from stress.
"It's a shame you couldn't be there to watch, Galvin, hear how much she loved to take it up the ass. It was like she was singing a beautiful song. The majesty of her voice could have brought the gods themselves to tears. Oh wait, I know how we can fix this. You see, I've discovered this nifty kind of magic, time magic. I can't travel to different time periods or anything like that, but I can show you events from the past. Take a look."
He opened up his grimoire to a specific page, where a magic circle had been drawn. It was a monster-summoning circle, but Noah had altered specific runes and parts of the formula, and rather than a piece of a monster, a lock of Ziradith's hair had been glued to the page. In his other hand, Noah held a magic wand, one he had bought before entering the academy. It had the ability to duplicate the effects of spells, such as launching two fireballs when the caster only summoned one.
The power of the wand allowed him to create a second clone, and with the magic circle and Ziradith's hair, he cast her likeness upon it. Now, standing before Noah were two illusory clones of him and Ziradith. Normally, he could only copy someone's appearance after killing them, but the summoning circle provided an excellent alternative. As long as he had their DNA and properly calibrated the circle, he could summon perfect copies that he could control. The only problem was that this method didn't replicate clothes, but that was rather a blessing right now.
Noah manipulated the two illusions like puppets on strings, having his doppelganger kiss and fondle the nude clone of Ziradith. Galvin turned away and began to dry-heave.
"You really think I'll let you block this out?" Noah asked.
He stormed over and punched the prince in the throat, bringing him to his knees. From there, the savage beating began. Galvin shrieked in agony as Noah snapped bones and dislocated joints, all so that he couldn't fight back and lay helpless on the ground. Noah pulled Galvin's head back and forced his eyes open, so he had to watch the two illusions fuck like porn stars. Galvin screamed and thrashed, doing whatever he could to try and look away, but Noah was devoid of mercy.
He didn't have all morning to torment the prince, so he had his illusions speed through the reenactment, but he was thorough. He perfectly recreated Ziradith's lewd moans and how she begged him to go harder and deeper, as well as all her movements, from how she rubbed her breasts while riding on top, to playing with her clit as she was sodomized. He even managed to recreate the finale, when Ziradith regained her senses and cursed Noah, just to clear up any lingering doubts in Galvin's mind that it wasn't true.
"In our fight, you laughed about my magic abilities, and it's true, I can't turn armies to ash, level buildings, or heal wounds, but it doesn't matter. I already have all the power I need to tear your reality to shreds." Noah flipped Galvin over, his face now a mess of tears and vomit, and drew a knife. "Now you're going to spend the rest of your life remembering me fucking your mother as the last thing you ever saw."
The prince released a bloodcurdling scream and tried to fight back, but he couldn't stop Noah from gouging out his eyes. Healing magic and potions were great for restoring what was damaged, like burns, cuts, and broken bones. They couldn't replace what was stolen, like severed limbs and missing organs, so Noah had to completely remove the orbs from their sockets. An iron grip around Galvin's throat helped keep him still and lower all the noise he was making. Noah brought his Ziradith illusion over and spoke through it with her voice, continuing his malicious torment.
"You pathetic little worm. You've always been a failure."
"Urk... Mother..." Galvin wheezed.
"From the day you were born, all you've done is disappoint me. I wish Seraph had been my son; he has talent. At least if you were a girl, I could have married you off and gotten something in exchange, but no, you destroy everything you touch. You're worse than worthless. You will never be king; you'll never be anything. In fact, you won't be needing any of this..."
Noah went to work once more with the dagger, and even while strangling the prince, a deep, guttural howl of agony echoed over the slums, as well as the squelching of flesh being sawn through. His penis and testicles were removed, then thrown into a nearby alley and seized by rats. The sound of his scream was what Noah had been aiming for, that particular pitch. It was the sound of a mental tendon snapping, a foundation of his sanity breaking beyond any possibility of healing. He would never recover from this, ever.
When Noah was done, he finally let Galvin breathe and then stood up. "Can you hear me, Princess? Pay close attention, because it's the last warning you'll ever get. This is what happens when you pick a fight with me, when you get bored and try to play with fire. Remember this moment, and every sensation you've experienced, and know that you brought it all upon yourself with your idiocy. I don't want you to ever forget the pain I've inflicted on you. I don't want it to dull. I want those wounds on your soul to bleed and never scab over. Every night, you're going to wake up in a cold sweat, sobbing in terror from your nightmares of this day.
From now on, if you ever so much as speak my name, enter the same room I'm in, or point in my general direction, I will hurt you in the most unholy ways imaginable. If I am ever attacked, incriminated, arrested, or even mildly inconvenienced because of you, something you did, or someone you know, I will come after you and your mother, and there will be nowhere safe to hide. No dungeon will hold me, and no fortress will protect you. There could be a hundred knights with swords and wands pointed at me, and it wouldn't matter. They'll just be the audience, there to witness the myriad tortures I have planned for you. There is still so much pain I can inflict, pain you can't even imagine. Do you understand?" Galvin nodded while sobbing in pain and terror. Without his eyes, any tears he produced simply fell into the empty sockets. "Good. Now, when you're found, here's what you're going to tell them..."
