The Genesis Game

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The Genesis Game: Volume I is available at tiny.cc/AmazonTGG

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Now that he was fully armed with the equipment the Demon Prince left for him, Seraph felt the strength that had been sapped from him by his imprisonment return. The intricate carvings in the black plate mail he was wearing glowing with crimson energy.

"This armor is cursed." Seraph realized as he felt the armor leach some of his vitality from him. He was not overly concerned though, it would be worth the trade-off if the armor helped him to escape this prison. Judging by the energy drain, Seraph reasoned he would only be able to wear the armor a few hours before he would collapse.

"Plenty of time." He thought, putting the concern aside, a problem for the future.

The spear he held in his thrummed with a pulse of life, an artifact possessing partial sentience. Seraph knew its name; this was the spear called "Centurion." Seraph had wielded the spear once before in his previous life. It was a powerful artifact though not unstoppable; he had used it when he slew the demon prince Adremelch. White energy emanated from within the spear, constantly dealing Seraph a small bit of damage, though nothing he needed to worry about so long as he ignored the annoyance. This was a spear meant to slay demons and the undead, granting the wielder a boost of moderate healing whenever the wielder was able to strike an enemy. As a being of the dark with his abyssal traits, Seraph would have to endure the feedback from the weapon. It was not meant for his hands and would not grant Seraph the full use of its powers.

Seraph knew the armor he was wearing was cursed, sapping some of his life every moment he wore it. While the spear dealt with him holy damage for daring to take it with his unholy hands. Neither of which mattered so long as he was able to take advantage of his personal healing abilities or put into use the healing properties of the spear.

With one last final look around the cell where he had been imprisoned, Seraph walked out of the door that had appeared in the stone way. On the other side, he found himself at the end of a long tunnel, blue and purple mage fire hung suspended in the air against the stone ceiling. Clinging neatly in even intervals all the way down the hallway, their light from the fires illuminating while casting long shadows. Along the corridor, Seraph saw a handful of doors similar to the one he had passed through when leaving his cell.

Not knowing exactly where he was, as this entire location new to him made Seraph pause and consider his options. Though he was limited on time before needing to discard the weapon and armor, Seraph thought it would be worthwhile to explore the rooms. Hoping to find something to strengthen him or replace his current equipment before continuing down the hall to where he thought the exit might be.

He would start with the first room, opening turning the handle on the door directly across from him and stepping into a dimly lit cell. It was similar in dimension to his, though it lacked the total dark that his cell had had. In the middle of the room, he saw the body of a monstrous man bound on his back to a stone table, the room heavy with the stench of blood and gore, the table stained red with it. An open wound across the man's stomach, causing his guts hung loose.

Seraph was unfamiliar with the man and had no recollection of him from his past life. He approached carefully, getting his eyes peeled on the bound man as he examined the room. It may not have been needed, as the man was unresponsive. Lifeless eyes stared back at Seraph, and while the body still heaved breathe, it appeared to be that the man had known too much suffering at whatever horrors had happened here. Losing himself to insanity. Seraph recognized the look of those eyes and knew whoever the man had been was long gone. An idea came to Seraph, it would be no small mercy to the man, and it would provide plenty of benefit to Seraph.

With a minor reservation, Seraph approached the bound figure, summoning spectral hands with his thousand handed ability and thrust them into the bound man. Pulling out the essence of the man's soul as Seraph had done many times. What Seraph pulled out was an oddity he had not encountered before. The man's soul appeared to be a dull golden color, rather than the white Seraph was used to. Whatever the man had been, he had been powerful of that Seraph was certain. With some reservations, Seraph consumed the golden essence.

Notification: Mythic Cosmetic Gained – Titantic Essence

Details: Cursed by the gods for giving the gift of fire to man as a way to survive and ward against the night, this titan has been doomed to an eternity of suffering, to be killed every morning, and revive every night.

Notification: Active Ability Gained – Titanic Form

Details: Once per day, for a duration of 3 minutes, the user of this ability may use Titanic Form to increase their physique up to base *8

Note: While in Titanic Form, the physique cannot be increased base *8. This ability cannot be improved.

"Interesting, but it does have a cap on usefulness, though for now, it offers a tempory boost far beyond my current limitations." Thought Seraph as he wondered in what ways he could combine the form with some of us other abilities.

Dismissing the prompts, Seraph was surprised to see the man's body remained where it was. Collapsing back onto the stone table after Seraph had ripped its essence away. Still, surprisingly the body was not absorbed by the dungeon. It just lay there lifeless in much the same way that Seraph had entered. To Seraph this was odd as he had Seraph was odd as he received the notification he had absorbed the man not one to waste an opportunity serif applied his Abyssal touch to the man's body turning the organic matter and to healing energy to repair the damage to spirit and his body that occurred during his incarceration.

The man's body had been seraph song an emblem drop and picked it up, craved into bronze it was the symbol of Fire. He put it into his facial pocket and left the room continuing down the way the next