Chapter 83: Welcome to Bayville

Chapter 83: Welcome to Bayville

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We're finally back to the present and we'll stay there for the foreseeable future.

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1st September 2005, Bayville

(Jasmine Sayre POV)

It was Monday morning and as usual, I was driving from my cottage to my job. I was in my car, a black 1967 Chevy Impala, definitely one of my favorite cars. I modified it slightly, for my own comfort to be honest; the car was nigh unbreakable, was enchanted to fly and turn invisible on command. It also powered entirely by magic; the fuel tank had a rune that constantly conjures petrol and vanishes the exhaust fumes. It was pretty tricky to do it, especially because of the automatic electromagnet field generated in places with a saturation of magic and the possibility of the car gaining some kind of limited sentience but I had a long time to practice, hence the masterpiece I am currently driving.

I hadn't had a good night sleep; I kept dreaming of my time in Greece, with Hestia. It's been a long time since I dared to think of her. I spent a couple of centuries mourning her. But at least she wasn't dead, and I hope that she is happy in the Olympus Realm. I was lost and broken after the ascension of the Olympian. I spend decades just roaming around, doing nothing, until I found myself in Nepal. I don't know if I meant to go there, I had barely used magic during my journey but perhaps I was subconsciously wanting to go to a place where I could heal, where broken people go to get fixed, perhaps I was hoping to move on, to feel happy on day. But when I found myself in front of the doors of Kamar Taj, I didn't hesitate and entered.

I threw myself in the studies of sorcery, something that I neglected after the fall of Atlantis. Truth be told, I realized how little I was doing before going there. I fought against unspeakable opponents, Gods and Demons alike and for the first time, I understood how little I mattered in the large tapestry of fate, how powerless I really am in the face of such power. I thought myself invincible, unbreakable. I was wrong, I was an ant fighting monsters. I became a symbol of power and magic, I was the most powerful defender of humanity, demons quivered at the mention of my name. They called me a goddess of magic behind my back. It made some sick sort of sense; I was calling myself Hecate back then. It was that period that I was the most active as Death's hunter; there was so many idiots experimenting with their souls like it was some toy which resulted in some rather disturbing results and even an actual eldritch abomination once.

The absorption ability was at its core, Selene's magic trying to save her somehow. It was instinctive and it was always on. She couldn't touch someone without killing them. She stayed alone for thousands of years. That was until she met me. I was undoubtably one of the most knowledgeable people on the topic of soul magic in the world. I devised a small runic artifact to temporarily seal her soul, hence stopping her need for soul energy. I then slowly taught her how to control the magic, as to not kill everyone she touches.

The artifact I made wasn't some kind of cheat to her abilities. No matter how powerful it is, her soul was still leaking. I needed to teach her proper soul magic so that she could patch up her soul. It was painfully slow but fifteen centuries later she had a powerful soul, although she had a very powerful lifeforce from the thousands of people she had feasted on; she needed an obscene amount of lifeforce to survive and there was still a lot left when her soul was healed. She still could steal someone's lifeforce but refrained from doing so too much in risk of straining her already fragile soul. She still sometimes used it as an attack spell to knock out her opponents.

We spent centuries together, only staying apart when I either had a mission from Death or a role in Time; after I properly honed my senses, I could somewhat make of what they needed me to do. I was very spiteful of this because it sometimes took me centuries away from Selene to fulfill my mission and it almost always ended up with me getting attached to mortals and losing them, whether to old age or simply to some sort of senseless violence.

Speaking of Selene, we got progressively closer over the years. I genuinely don't know when our friendship started to turn into a romantic relationship and I'm glad today that it was explicit. I would have probably refused, afraid of getting hurt again, scared from losing her like I did Hestia. Even now, thoughts of my first love still hurts me. My relationship with Selene started subtly but became without a doubt, the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

Selene was someone that challenged me, someone that even after thousands of years of life kept surprising me, especially with her ambition. She joined her little club of business tycoons that pretty much rules the world. I gave her control of my company, Marvel Corp., where she was partnered with my Morgan Evanshade persona, ruling one of the most successful entertainment companies in the world, be it movies, books, comics, TV or newspapers. She left most of the boring stuff for Alfred to do, but she was always involved in politics.

Although, for some reason she changed her usual clothes for something a lot more risqu at home; Selene stood around five feet nine with long black hair loose to the small of her back, a fit trim body encased in a leather corset and leggings, and crimson colored lipstick standing out sharply on her pale features. To look at her one would think she was a young woman, around twenty five or so, with a rather unhealthy dominatrix fetish. I truly regret showing her those bondage videos; she became obsessed with them. Thank God that she didn't where that when we go out in public.

I stop my train of thought when I arrive at my destination; Bayville High where I have worked as a teacher in the last three years. I got out and entered the school, ignoring the high school boys gaping at me. I knew I was attractive but this was getting ridiculous. I get inside my usual classroom and wait for the students to enter.

My first class were the senior students, who held some of my more troublesome students but mainly the reason of my stay here, Jean Grey, the Pheonix Force avatar. The mess with Fawkes pretty much guaranteed a dark phoenix avatar should Jean awaken without my help. Not that Xavier's meddling is helping, I tried fixing things discreetly using telepathy but it was only a few days later that Xavier tightened his mental binding on her powers even more so. I refrained from doing so again but I was running out of time; I would have to reveal myself to her to start training her properly. Honestly, the girl was a mess. Her emotions didn't make any sense, which was purely Xavier's fault and she kept making choices that are influenced by the telepathic thoughts of the others around her.

I sigh, I needed to take care of it soon. Anyway, I had a lesson to start, "Hello, for those who don't know me, my name is Jasmine Sayre, you may call me Ms. Sayre and I'll be your history teacher this year."