Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

It was an elemental power that encompassed both creation and destruction, birth and death, order and disorder. This fundamental energy was said to be the source of all magic and the driving force behind the ever-changing nature of the cosmos.

In ancient myths and legends, the Ethereal Chaos was often depicted as an endless, swirling abyss of ever-shifting energies. It was both beautiful and terrifying, a maelstrom of colours, shapes, and forms that defied mortal comprehension. This primal force had no conscience or will of its own; it simply was, and from it, all things emanated.

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Jaegar slowly stirred and opened his eyes to a scene bathed in soft, warm light.

Angelina and Vivianne were seated on either side of his bed, their expressions a blend of relief and worry. Their faces lit up when they saw him awake.

"Jaegar!" they both exclaimed in unison, the surprise evident in their voices. It was clear that they had been deeply concerned about his well-being. They had been at his side, hoping for him to wake up soon.

Angelina firmly believed that Jaegar wasn't dead and that he would surely regain consciousness.

With their support, Jaegar managed to sit up, feeling a wave of comfort wash over him as Angelina extended a helping hand.

The two women by his side were not only stunningly beautiful but also exuded a sense of grace and strength that was deeply reassuring. Their age just didn't do them justice; they were still strikingly beautiful and vibrant women.

"I'm fine, ladies," Jaegar assured them, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he admired their elegance and fierceness. Their presence alone had a calming effect on him.

Vivianne moved closer, her delicate fingers tracing his face as Angelina held his hand, attentively assessing his condition. Angelina gently positioned a pillow behind him, allowing him to lean back in comfort.

"Are you feeling alright?" Angelina inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. Vivianne chimed in, "We were so worried. We thought we'd lost you."

"Where will I go, leaving such two beautiful ladies all alone?" he replied with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood. Vivianne and Angelina exchanged relieved glances, their worry dissipating as they saw his playful spirit returning.

Vivianne replied, chuckled, and said, "Oh, don't worry about us. We can take care of ourselves. But we're glad to see you're feeling better."

Angelina nodded in agreement, adding, "Just focus on getting your strength back. We'll be here to support you every step of the way."

Vivianne said, "You don't know how terrified we were when we heard the news.

The thought of you dying..." Vivianne couldn't complete the sentence, and Jaegar held her hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry for causing you both so much worry," Jaegar said softly.

Angelina interjected with a knowing smile, her voice tender. "But I had a feeling you weren't gone for good. I knew you'd come back to us." She rested his hand on her thigh, holding it and sitting close by, a gesture that conveyed both affection and reassurance.

"Ladies, it warms my heart to see your concern and worry for me. I'm truly grateful for the bond we share," Jaegar expressed with genuine appreciation, his gaze shifting between Angelina and Vivianne.

Their connection was a source of comfort to him, and he knew that he would regain full health with their support.

Laughter filled the room as they teased and exchanged lighthearted banter.

Eventually, Vivianne, after ensuring Jaegar's well-being, departed since she had already spent a considerable amount of time with him.

Angelina insisted that Jaegar needed to rest.

Jaegar, feeling the presence of Angelina and longing for the comfort of a loved one, was reminded of his aunt Diana. If she were here, he would have embraced her tightly and sought solace in her comforting presence.

In the room, Jaegar turned to Angelina with a simple request, even though he was uncertain about how she might react. He had been through so much, learning about his parents and his own situation, which had left him emotionally vulnerable. With his thoughts and emotions swirling in his mind, he dared to ask her.

"Can I rest my head on your lap?" he asked, his tone gentle.

Angelina chuckled at Jaegar's request and gently agreed, "Sure." Angelina was known as a serious and revered woman, holding the title of the Mother Witch within the coven. She was not only a powerful and influential figure in the magical world but also a symbol of wisdom and strength.

She only revealed a side of herself to Jaegar that she typically kept hidden from others.

In the presence of Jaegar, she felt a unique sense of warmth, allowing her to let down her guard. He was like a grandson to her, and their relationship was something she cherished deeply.

She ran her fingers through his hair as she inquired about the battle he fought with Agatha and what happened after he collapsed. He tried his best to convey what he had felt and seen.

While they were engaged in this conversation, Eradarin and the group arrived at the farmhouse.

Before Jaegar had come to Angelina, they had left to attend to their business and had returned now.

They were pretty much coming frequently.

Eradarin was cheerful, eager to see Angelina again, while Bruna playfully teased him about his enthusiasm.

"Old man, you'd better hide your excitement; it's written all over your face," she teased.

Eradarin snorted and made his way first into the house. As he moved through the hall, he noticed that no one was around, and the other rooms were empty. His attention was drawn to the slightly open bedroom door across the hall, and he was about to call out Angelina's name as he had a view of the bedroom.

That's when he spotted her, seated on the bed with a man's figure on the bed and his head nestled in her lap. The view of Jaegar was somewhat obscured by Angelina's presence, as she had her back to the door, but he could clearly see the man's legs and head.

Eerily, he froze in place, not knowing how to react to the unexpected sight. His mind jumped to conclusions quickly. Well, that's what the human mind does.

In the bedroom, as Eradarin paused at the door, Bruna playfully asked, "What's the matter, old man? Why did you stop?"

She sauntered towards the door, her curiosity piqued, and her playful grin remained intact.

Not wanting to miss out, Ironshade joined them, determined to uncover the source of Eradarin's apparent interest.

However, as each of them approached the door and took in the scene within, their expressions shifted dramatically.

Bruna's grin transformed into a surprised and delighted smile, while Ironshade's features contorted with a mix of emotions. It was quite an unusual spectacle.

Angelina, who defied her age with her timeless beauty, looked like she was in her 30s rather than her mid-fifties. Her perfect, fair skin and graceful appearance were indeed something to behold.

Ironshade had held a quiet admiration for her, and Eradarin had seemingly been attempting to rekindle some old feelings.

Now, seeing her in such a compromising situation, they were both left standing there, one overcome with surprise and the other wrestling with a sense of betrayal.

The two of them, oblivious to the identity of the man resting on Angelina's lap, were caught in a rather peculiar and unexpected moment.

Upon seeing Jaegar resting on Angelina's lap, Bruna cleared her throat and called out, "Lady Angelina."

She entered the room, a mix of eagerness and curiosity filling her expression. However, her excitement quickly turned to disappointment as she realized that the man on Angelina's lap was Jaegar.

Following Bruna, Eradarin and Ironshade entered the room as well. Their expressions shifted from surprise to relief as they recognized Jaegar, although a tinge of envy lingered in their gazes.

Angelina addressed the situation, explaining, "You see, my boy here is hurting really badly, and I am taking care of him right now."

The two men took in the sight of Jaegar, noticing the bandages that covered his injuries. They couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him to end up in such a wounded state.

Jaegar tried to get up, but Angelina told him to rest as she patted his head.

She asked, "What have you come here for?"

Eradarin stuttered and cleared his throat, seeing how she took care of Jaegar. He hadn't seen this side of her, a gentle and caring woman and how she was taking care of Jaegar.

"We are just dropping by," replied Eradarin.

Angelina then said, "Jaegar, don't you get out of bed, understand?"

Jaegar couldn't retort and just lay on the bed.

Angelina and the others came out of bed.