The Desire of Cyborium

I was born with magic that should've killed me, but instead it mutated. Became something that makes Cyborium's precious Council wet themselves.

They locked down Slum Sector magic, thinking they could control us like fucking rats. Noxvrith had other plans. When the slum plague ravaged my child-body, my desperate mother sold my soul to that monster. He "saved" me alright. Branded my flesh, my power, my future as his property while I was too young to fight back. Then Silas happened. Kidnapped ...