Return of Azzudrah by St. Onovan

"but to continue with our studies, we must learn that we are not at all every fully in control. It is a man infirm with his views of reality who makes firm plans. Are you understand this Barnabus?" Barnabus looked up to where Dorvein stood tapping the chalk board with his magical wand. Barnabus had just began to drift off to sleep, his eyes losing his fight to stay awake. "Mr. Cracklepots, I do believe you need to pay more attention to me. You can't expect to be a great wizard any other way." "But Dorvein," began Barnabus, "what about those artifacts you mentioned last week. They allowed the peasant to become the 14th Ascendant. Surely if I had one such an item I could easily become a great wizard." "And fate had placed that item into the 14ths hands. I doubt fate will do the same to you and if you were to search for a known tool as such, you can never be sure what will happen. The best way to become a great wizard is to listen to your teacher. As you seem to only be awake to antagonize me as of yet though, I shall excuse you for now." Dorvein summoned a door next to him and opened it. Barnabus stood up and walked out of the swirling blue room out onto the hard stone floor. The sun was not even at noon yet. "Mr. Cracklepots, I do expect that you are to be better rested and more energetic for my next lecture less I have the mind to drop you as my student." Barnabus shrugged off the threat. His parents paid Dorvein to teach him magic, Dorvein wouldn't pass up good money just because he was acting like a git. Dorvein saw a great potential in his young student for magic. The 12 year old was smart as a dragon elder but had a much worse temper. Barnabus took his time waking down the corridor looking at the birds in the courtyard. Meandering and ignoring the hustle and the bustle he eventually found himself in the library. He headed towards the history section as he had done several times before seeing the missing spots of dust trailing to the one book he'd been reading for the past year, The Tome of Experienced Magicks and Trinkets. The Tome itself was acquired for use by Dorvein as a signing bonus. The Tome had been originally created along with 500 others as a way to track large magical forces, record spells and record where magical items were. The Tome updated itself when another user anywhere else would. Barnabus had originally used it creating stories about fake events and items. He'd laugh as he would imagine wizards and witches from across the world struggling to find such great items as the "amulet of Di' puts". When Dorvein learned though he took a harsh action temporarily replacing Barnabus's hands with rats. Barnabus began the reading as he did every day by looking in the back for the new additions and today he found a big one. The Collar of Azzudrah had been discovered and tagged by non other than his teacher Dorvein. He looked further into the description. "Twelve hundred years ago from the sands of the Byzon Desert there arose a great and mighty sorceress, Azzudrah. Some scholars happen to debate this fact though. The Codex of Spellsters has the date set a scant 100 years ago. The Tome of Dates and Knowledge marks her birth and arrival somewhere between 600 and 500 years ago. Alternatively there are ruin that state the ...." Barnabus stopped reading. He'd forgotten how Dorvein enjoyed taking no single side in an argument and how he would easily drone on and on. Barnabus flipped the page and began reading again. "Yet let us stop our argument on the spelling of her name. For the rest of the article I shall refer to her as Azzudrah. Azzudrah, sometimes known as the Demonpacter, the Scourge of 57 Eyes, the Eyes of the 57th Scourge, the Disputed, the Indisputed,...." Barnabus began skimming looking for a mention of any magical item. "The Wand of Azzudrah according to legend allowed her to steal the energy and knowledge from anybody who she defeated in battle. Those who were defeated were often or less often or always became minions of Azzudrah. The following sources dispute this fact though. The Index of In....." Barnabus was tired of reading the crackpot wizard's book. He had something shiny to find. He closed the book and returned it to the shelf and left the library. "Chances are if Dorvein still has it, it'll be in his tower. His tower is a spell he must summon to enter and only he can summon it. I need to trick him to summoning it to get to the collar." He thought to himself a little more. "If I say I left my notes, tossed the file and then pretended to pick it up I would be afforded plenty of time to steal the collar." Barnabus eventually found Dorvein walking stroking his long firey red beard. He looked to be only in his 30's though he'd been around to easily be older than a hundred times that age. The only truly possible indicator was the ridiculously large glasses that Dorvein wore though chances were that Dorvein had them tooled for another use than plain vision. "Master Dorvein!" "Yes Barnabus," responded the master begrudgingly turning around to face his pupil. "I misplaced my notes in your room. Might I acquire them so I can study?" said Barnabus placing a look of concern on his face. "Yes, yes, alright." Dorvein summoned the door and Barnabus entered shutting it and heading towards his desk. He pulled his notebook from his bag and spilled the contents across the floor kicking a few pieces to give him reason to head to the door on the other side of the room. "Dragonsnouts!" he swore. Dorvein looked inside and saw the mess. "No using magic on this mess. You must clean this by hand for that foul swear. The door quickly shut again and Barnabus smiled. He ran across the room opening the door and he began to charge up the stairs. He reached Dorvein's study within seconds and then proceeded to bar the door as he began to search. Lain on a leather mat was the collar of Azzudrah. The collar was carved in in white metal that seemed to glow red. Across it were ruins that Barnabus was too lazy to read. He reached for the collar and immediately put it on. "THANK YOU FOR AWAKENING ME BARNABUS CRACKLEPOTt," said a voice that echoed so loudly in the room that Barnabus felt his ears pop. Outside in the hallway Dorvein heard the voice. "Damn that child being interested in everything but what he need to be interested in." Dorvein readied his wands and kicked out the first door just for emphasis. The papers scattered on the ground were beginning to levitate as the ink on the them was syphoning off into an orb. "The Book of Life trap is a classic maneuver Azzudrah but I am certain that my student Barnabus can resist you." "YOUR STUDENT WILLINGLY AWOKE ME DORVEIN!" "Then this battle may take longer than expected," replied Dorvein. While Azzudrah began syphoning energy and magic from the pocket dimension, she began sculpting her new body. Azzudrah mentally took control of Barnabus and Barnabus collapsed on the ground. "This new body is a little to young for my tastes." Barnabus picked himself up and began to pull at his limbs. First he pulled out his right arm and then his left. Both became covered in a fine layer of body hair. He extended his legs next, his stocky legs giving way to long stocky ones covered in an equally dense amount of hair. His face grew a decent sized black beard. "Wait a second," said Azzudrah through Barnabus, "this isn't the type of body I want at all." Meanwhile Dorvein struggled to contain the magical powers that were being awoken. The papers on the ground were stacking themselves as the ink formed a pen floating in the air. "Dispevius!" chanted Dorvein summoning his magical strength. A blue bolt of energy shot from his hands just as the pen stopped writing. The blue bolt reversed and shot back towards Dorvein turning an ugly yellow-grey color. The spell hit him front on turning into ropes that bound his body that then turned into stone. "YOU SEE DORVEIN, SINCE YOU TRAPPED ME, I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU. ABOUT EVERYTHING I WANT TO DO TO YOU FOR REVENGE. IT'LL BE MORE THAN JUST YOU DYING." Back in the study, Barnabus sat down in his masters chair. "Now, to start this off right, we need to hit you where it hurts, where there is no turning back," said Azzudrah through Barnabus. Barnabus saw as he stripped off his own clothes and grabbed his penis. His arm pressed it down and it began to fade into his skin under his pubic hair. His hands began to reach into the spot to carve out a vagina. The feeling of having a hand in his nether region finally struck him as a wave of pleasure flowed through his body. "That is just the beginning." His hands began to massage one another reshaping bone and muscle, removing the freshly grown black hairs. The arms were now whispy as the reached down, dainty fingers massaging the hairy legs. The transformation copied itself as male legs and hairs surrendered to the force of Azzudrah. They began to bulk out more leaving more area as they reached the thighs creating a beautiful pair of powerful legs. Barnabus felt his hands grab his waist and bent them outward sending a shudder of pleasure up Barnabus. Dorvein struggled in the stone bonds around his body. "AFTER BEING IN JAIL, I LEARNED THE EASIEST WAY TO STOP YOU, WAS TO FULLY STOP YOU. NO LEAVING ANY CHANCE FOR YOU TO ESCAPE." Dorvein stared through his glasses at the magic point though and vanished leaving the stone shackles on the floor. "WHERE DID HE GO!" said the voice of Azzudrah in a furious rage! Barnabus was sculpting his stomach into a taunt form when he was alerted that his master had escaped. "She probably doesn't know about the astral gazers," he suddenly remembered. The glasses Dorvein wore allowed the wearer to vanish into the Nether Zone for limited periods of time. He laughed as he moved his hands back down to expand his buttocks to complement the rest of the body. "I really hope he helps me soon." Unwittingly though, Azzudrah was aware of what Barnabus thought. She laughed as she had her ink spell undo the transporting ability of the astral gazers. Suddenly Dorvein reappeared in the stone shackles. "IT SEEMS YOUR STUDENT HAS UNWITTINGLY BETRAYED YOU DORVEIN." Barnabus saw his hands began to massage his male nippes, the small discs seemingly beginning to melt across the chest. His body bent over as the focused wait of his breasts to be suddenly appeared. Large hunks of flesh seemingly dropped from his chest forming a pair of large and pert breasts. The arms began to move to the shoulders leaving the head the last bastion of maleness. As the shoulders began to become softer Barnabus fought back with all of his might. A blinding while light shot from his eyes filling the room with an aura. Dorvein still struggled within his stone chains wrapped and strangled. Then they released as he heard footsteps coming down from the stairs. The door opened and there stood Barnabus looking as he did before. "My student, you have bested Azzudrah!" Barnabus began laughing maniacally. His black dirty hair began to shine as it descended. His nose became small and pert and his lips became decidedly female.The face took on a more heart shape overall and the changes that had occurred before repeated themselves. He shot up, thinned out and then filled out. Dorvein knew he has one last chance to stop Azzudrah from returning to full power. He began the incantation to close off his portal from the rest of existence. Azzudrah, for it no longer held any trace of Barnabus stuck out her hand. "Stop him," she cried in a svelte soprano voice. The ink pen began to write furiously. Dorvein looked at himself. He had shrunk down to only about five feet. His peasants shirt was rapidly expanding as his breasts began to appear. His, no, her body began to buck wildly as Azzudrah rewrote Dorveins history. Dorvein collapsed on the ground and the ink bubble began to shift. It wrapped around Azzudrahs body replacing the clothes of a noble son with a black dress. She laughed as she opened the door. She looked down at Dorvein or at least, who he had become. "Honestly its like you used to say, it is a man infirm with his views of reality who makes firm plans. Or in this case, a man infirm with where he stands in the eyes of his mistress who makes any plans at all."