Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Within this plane, an eerie ambience prevailed, shrouded in a thick, black miasma that tainted every inch.

In the heart of this peculiar plane stood a colossal fortress, its sheer size capable of eclipsing vast stretches of land.

Lokas, intricately woven dimensions of existence, occupied separate spaces, each a fusion of planes with their own distinct physical and astral attributes.

In the intricacies of the cosmological order, these distinct planes were part of a larger construct known as lokas, where different existences coexisted in separate spaces, each loka containing a unique combination of planes.

The loka where Jaegar now found himself was called Jorrulahr, a realm with its own set of planes—the magical plane, and the mortal plane, where human lives unfolded. These planes existed within the same space, intricately connected yet distinct in their essence.

Beyond Jorrulahr, there were thirteen other lokas, each possessing a varying number of planes, each with its own physical and astral states and unique properties. These lokas formed a cosmic tapestry, interwoven yet maintaining their individuality within the grand design of existence.

These Lokas were interconnected through ethereal pathways, allowing beings to traverse between them and explore the diverse realms of existence.

The planes Flaeliogar, the magical plane, and the mortal plane coexisted within the same space, intricately connected to one another.

In this vast expanse beyond the magical plane and the mortal plane, beyond Loka of Jorrulahr, a distant loka known as the Abyssal Dominion, an ominous plane unfurled its darkened existence. This was a place where malicious entities thrived, and the very air was saturated with a dense black miasma that clung to every corner of the ethereal landscape.

At the heart of this foreboding plane stood the Obsidian Citadel, a colossal fortress that loomed over the desolate surroundings. Its shadow stretched far and wide, casting an impenetrable darkness across the desolation below. From the towering heights of the citadel, one could gaze upon a horizon tainted by the eerie glow of malevolent energies.

On this dark plane, where the black miasma clung to every inch, the malevolent entities plotted and schemed within the shadows.

Within the confines of that imposing citadel, a cavernous hall unfolded, dominated by a solitary pillar rising majestically from its centre. Encircled by a depth of blackness, the depths below concealed their secrets, veiled in impenetrable darkness.

Atop the pillar, its surface weathered and rocky, a figure stayed still, ensconced in a swirling shroud of black miasma. This ethereal substance seemed to cradle the figure, holding it captive in an otherworldly embrace.

The round surface had nothing except for the figure in the middle of it.

Every inch of her form was immersed in the obsidian embrace of the miasma, a dense cloak that obscured the contours of her being. The tendrils of the dark mist intricately intertwined with the delicate nerves on her face, casting an eerie visage. Her eyes remained sealed shut, immersed in a state of profound repose.

Were Angelina present on this mysterious plane, she would have swiftly identified the enigmatic figure—none other than Augusta.

In the ensuing moment, another enigmatic figure materialized within the expansive hall.

Purposefully striding forward, imperceptible surfaces formed beneath each step, propelling him closer to the central pillar.

With each measured advance, he drew nearer to the surface, where Augusta was ensconced.

Upon reaching her, a broad grin illuminated his countenance.

Leaning in, he addressed her with affectionate familiarity, "My dear Augusta, how have you been?"

Augusta, unresponsive, kept her eyes sealed shut. Undeterred, the figure continued, "I know you can hear me."

Persisting in his attempts to engage her, he leaned in, a continuous smile playing upon his lips. "Well, this may get your attention—your son... our son, Jaegar."

At the mention of Jaegar, Augusta's eyes snapped open, a fierce glint animating them, sending a disquieting shiver through the figure.

Undeterred by her reaction, he chuckled softly. "You are hurting me, dear. You care only about your son."

Augusta, her voice a whisper yet resonating with an ominous tone, cautioned, "If you lay a hand on him again, Angus," The black miasma enveloping her convulsed violently.

Angus, with a dismissive wave, assured, "No, I wouldn't do any harm to our son."

The black miasma was barely holding her as it was shaking uncontrollably.

Angus stared at her and seemed to be amused at her reaction.

She cared so much about her son, so much so that she didn't even care about herself. And it was one of the main reasons she was here, locked in this damned plane of abyssal dominion.

A location lost from the records of the time.

Angus spoke again, "Then you won't like what you are about to hear."

She stared at him with a stoic face. She would have killed this man if not for her son and Vivianne.

After Jaegar was born, she received a letter from the mother of Julius, telling her that her son was killed by Angus.

Then she dug around without him knowing. She was already a member of the witch's spire and held a favourable position within the spire; she had used the sources of the spire and investigated the matter.

She learned that Angus had indeed killed Julius. Her childhood friend, and if he wasn't dead, they would have become more than friends.

She had another revelation about Julius, which was that he was also a chaos arts wielder, but his powers hadn't yet been established.

He was supposed to be with Augusta and become a formidable being, but before he could even do any of that, he was killed by Angus.

Without being aware of it, Augusta fell in love with Angus.

At that time, to her, Angus seemed perfect, a lover, a husband, a man she needed.

Everyone around her always treated her with the utmost respect and worshipped her existence.

Except for Angelina, she had no emotional connection with anyone.

After earning the title of Chaos Witch at the age of twenty, she became distant with her family.

They never really attempted to contact her. And as they were novizes, they never fit into the circle of people Augustus was involved in.

Augusta still visited her parents from time to time and spent time with her sister Diana, another one of the closest relationships she ever had.

Augusta's bond with Diana was different from her connection with Angelina. While Angelina was the only person she truly respected, Diana provided a sense of familiarity and comfort in their shared experiences as siblings.

Despite the emotional distance from her family, Augusta valued these occasional visits and cherished the moments spent with Diana, appreciating the rare connection they had managed to maintain.

And Julius was another person who held a special place in Augusta's heart. Their friendship was built on a foundation of trust and understanding, as they had supported each other through thick and thin. Julius' unwavering loyalty and ability to make Augusta laugh even in the darkest of times made their bond unbreakable.

Augusta considered Julius not just a friend but a confidant and partner in crime, making their relationship one of the most cherished in her life.

But after he died, she lost all sense of direction and purpose. The void left by Julius' absence was overwhelming, and Augusta felt a deep sense of grief and loneliness. Without her confidant by her side, she struggled to navigate through life's challenges and find solace in the same way they once provided.

And that's when Angus came into her life. He was a kind and compassionate soul who understood Augusta's pain and offered her a shoulder to lean on. Angus became her rock, helping her gradually heal from the loss of Julius and find a new sense of purpose. With his support, Augusta began to rediscover herself and slowly build a new life filled with hope and happiness.

She thought he was the kindest soul and felt incredibly grateful to have him by her side.

But it only lasted until she received the letter. Her world came crashing down, and she felt betrayed and wanted to kill him, but she couldn't do that because of her baby boy.

When she confronted him, he didn't even show any remorse or apologize for his actions. Instead, he tried to justify his betrayal, making Augusta question everything she thought she knew about him.

He revealed his intentions of taking over the power Julius had and wanted to become one with Augusta. Like it was supposed to be.

She didn't know how he had the knowledge of Chaos power. Even she had no idea until later she learned about Jaegar.

She had a relevation after giving birth to Jaegar, as he had been born with the power of chaos, but she dismissed them as mere dreams and thoughts.

But after learning about Julius and how she was supposed to be with him, it was her fate to be with him.

He was killed, and Angus tried to replace him. Angus tried to change the fates of him and Augusta.

But fate had a different plan in mind when Angus killed Julius.

To their surprise, Jaegar was born with chaos power.