User blog:Ore-samma/My Mindflayer (mind restore)

'''WARNING! DEPICTION OF MODERATE MUTILATION'''

 However, all characters are fully restored by the end of the story 

Hello fans, Ore-samma here!

This one is a special request and I am very glad with how it turned out!

'' I thought what if the Mindflayer way a therapist helping a guy through trauma/abuse. ''

I do hope you like it!

Ever your Servent-

Ore-samma

I looked at the pitiful figure on the soft hospital bed and turned my gaze to my lamia assistant.

“Give understanding to me, tell me the discord of this entity.”

“Yes doctor. The patient is a young male, we recovered him two weeks ago from a Magi tower, from our most recent push into Order territory. It is obvious he is a sorcerer of extreme power. We believe the Order broke his mind completely to have his magical power fuel their war machine.”

I sighed as I ran my fingers through the poor man’s hair and gasped as I noticed it fell off in clumps between my fingers. “''His body cries for sustenance, the ebb and flow of his psyche has been shattered and scattered to the wind. His essence resides in the halls of madness and beyond''!”

My assistant nodded and then shrugged. “Yes. There are scars all over his body of varying age. Although you can’t see it from all the bandages on him; they removed his eyes, ears, tongue and lips. You can see that they also removed his legs, arms and most of the skin off his backside.” My assistant held up a strange green paste. “This was found near him, we believe it was a form of nourishment they gave all their magical prisoners.”

I gasped and wiped away a few of my tears and shook my head…..even more convinced that we mamono must win this war and bring an end to all this suffering.

“What healing efforts have you done so far?”

“We stabilized his medical condition, but his magical power keeps lashing out, searching to fuel the protective force field he was linked to. We’ve been keeping it under control for the moment, but the healthier he gets, the more savage his magical power becomes.”

“I see.” I muttered as I caressed his bandaged face and shook my head. “This one will be the most difficult patient I have ever cared for.” I caressed his face and slid my tendrils into the holes where his ears used to be and closed my eyes.

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I looked about, and saw an all encompassing darkness that was only broken up by a singular lamppost and a child huddled under it.

I strode towards the young boy. He was dressed in rags and clutched a small sack to his chest.

“What manner of child rests in this place?” I whispered as I entered the small circle of light cast by the lamppost.

“I’m waiting.” The boy said, not looking at me.

“Pray tell, for whom do you wait for?”

“My mother and father. They told me to wait here. They promised to return.” The boy started to melt into the darkness and his voice echoed amidst the vast nothingness.

 They promised 

Unfathomably large and distorted faces spanned the nothingness, grasping hands, sneering mouths and the feedback of strange magical energies rippled across the boy’s mind and memories. The pain, the confusion, the ever present fear….it was too much!

“Such an intriguing memory and trauma.” I muttered and sent my tendrils forth and wrapped around the offending experience and devoured it whole….bringing his memory to the forefront of my mind.

I saw the young lad…..a refugee of the long-lost nation of magic sensitives; the Karath. He was one of the last, and the Order found him crying under a lamp post of the capital city. He was taken by smiling faces to the Magi Tower where they discovered his talents….they took him….

I opened my eyes and glanced about the next memory.

It was an enormous lab that I recognized. The recently captured city was well known for magical experimentation and the distinctive suspension pods left no room for doubt.

I strode to the one that held my darling patient and watched him suffer and struggle to breathe in the emulsion they placed him in. A few sorcerers stopped at his tank and I heard their distorted voices warble as if being heard while submerged in a thick fluid.

'' No doubt about it….his magical power is beyond anything we’ve ever seen...even at his age. ''

'' Can he control it yet? ''

'' No, and it’s likely he never will. He was never instructed and his emotional trauma is too great. His mind is fixated on his mother and father. ''

'' Don’t worry, we have other ways. ''

I shook my head and wrapped my tendrils around the evil sorcerers and devoured them, taking the entire memory away, reliving the suffocating hellish, horrifying experience of being suspended in their magical emulsions….and wept at the helplessness my darling patient felt for months.

The next set of memories was of his torture.

The next was of his surgical mutilation.

And at last, I came across the chaotic slurry of the event horizon of his mind being broken and the insanity that settled in.

I continued to bore into his psyche, searching, reaching for my beloved patient….calling out for him, swearing that he would be healed….and loved.

At last, the final vestiges of the chaotic slurry that was the size of an ocean was swallowed by my powers and talents, all that remained was a blank, white-on-white-on-white-on-white existence, and a singular small child suckling on his thumb snuggling on the lap a barely discernible female shaped form.

I walked over and looked at the female form that turned what resembled its head to me.

'' You are the one who freed my baby? ''

I nodded. ''Your son is under my care. He has long since become a man, and I wish to break him free from this trauma and back into reality.''

The form looked back to the child. '' He was only three years old when we were separated. He only knows me as a concept now, and even that is fading away. ''

I knelt before the form and caressed the child’s forehead. ''Will you surrender him to me? I will not devour you like I devoured his trauma. But in order to help him recover, he must be mine.''

The form looked to me and placed what might have been a hand to my arm. ''P romise me that you will love him forever? My sweet darling boy has suffered so much! I cannot bear the thought of him never knowing love! ''

I nodded and wiped a tear from my eye and placed it upon the shapeless concept that could no longer weep for itself.

''I swear it. He will have a full life. I will give him a full life of memories and love him forever once he returns to reality. I will even give him the memories of a mother who loved him, and….although it can never be who you truly were…...it will honor everything a mother should be.''

The form nodded and wiped my tear from her shape and took my hands.

I blinked and looked down at my darling husband who was cradled in my lap and sighed, caressing his hair and began my real task.

(later)

I gasped and opened my eyes and looked down at my wonderful husband.

“''Quick! The Succubus Nostrum''!” I said, holding out my hand to my assistant.

I deftly poured the essence into the ragged hole that served as my husband’s mouth and directed my magics to help flesh out and regrow his body to at last be whole as he shifted to the form of an Incubus.

“Are you sure this is wise, my lady? The more whole he becomes the stronger his magic! Did you restore his mind?”

“Julvath.” my husband sighed weakly. “I can’t see you, what happened?”

I sighed as well and slowly unwound the bandages from his wonderful face. “''Easy my husband. You are safe with me. Your efforts on our latest push wounded you terribly and you are just about fully recovered.''” I leaned over and kissed him deeply and brushed his brow with my hand. ''“You are still recovering, please...sleep. We will have plenty of time to enjoy each other’s presence''.”

My husband, Charlie, smiled and nodded. “Thank you. I love you.” He whispered as he closed his deep green eyes.

My assistant’s jaw dropped and looked up to me. “Did- what happened? You only had your tendrils in his mind for a few minutes!”

I nodded. “Ah yes….but for him, and for me it was a lifetime.” I sighed and sat down on the bed, feeling so very tired.

“What do you mean?”



I looked up and sighed again. “''My poor Charlie….he was taken when he was only three years old. He didn’t even remember his mother, father, his life, or even his name! They took it all from him!''” I looked over at my sleeping husband and took his hand. “''So, I crafted an entire lifetime of memories and knowledge for him. He now knows a mother, father, a happy home, and…..me….as his lover and wife.''”

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I looked back to my assistant. “I have never repaired and rebuilt a mind and psyche like this before….he and I are one.... to the extent of which has never been seen before, or likely ever will be seen again.” I shifted and snuggled into bed next to my husband and sighed as he wrapped his arms around me.

''“I think I will sleep for now. I wish to rest, dream, and revel in the love and life I have restored and will treasure for all time.”''