The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Sabrina descended from her shadow-staircase with fluid grace, each step bringing her closer to the four fallen Vampire Nobles sprawled across the marble floor. Their luminescent blood had formed intricate patterns where it pooled, creating designs that seemed almost deliberate in their geometric precision.

She paused at the center of the carnage, crimson eyes surveying the defeated forms with satisfaction that transcended mere tactical assessment. Her gaze lingered on each corpse momentarily before shifting toward Klaus, who remained motionless despite the chaos surrounding him.

"You asked me which side I was on, didn't you?" she addressed him directly, her voice carrying throughout the silent chamber with supernatural clarity. "Consider this my answer, little one."

Klaus's crystalline eyes focused on her with sudden intensity, the temperature around him dropping further as frost patterns spread across nearby surfaces. Whatever memories were surfacing within his consciousness, they clearly recognized significance in her declaration.

Sabrina raised her hands before her, palms facing each other with fingers extended in precise configuration. The gesture carried ritualistic weight, suggesting preparation for working that transcended conventional magic. Her crimson eyes began to glow with internal light that pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.

"Oboross octa Si Demonica," she intoned, her voice now carrying harmonics that seemed to vibrate through dimensional barriers rather than merely air.

The effect was immediate and terrifying. Four dark circles manifested around each Vampire Noble corpse, their boundaries traced in lines of absolute blackness that seemed to absorb light rather than merely block it. The circles expanded outward until they encompassed the bodies completely, creating zones of darkness that hurt to observe directly.

Within moments, the circles began pulsing with malevolent energy that made the air itself feel thick and oppressive. The geometric patterns were complex beyond normal comprehension, featuring symbols that seemed to shift and writhe when viewed peripherally, as though the designs existed partially outside normal reality.

An odor began seeping from the circles—putrid and overwhelming, carrying notes of decay that transcended mere physical corruption. The stench was so profound, so fundamentally wrong, that it triggered primal responses in everyone present. Nausea swept through the chamber as the assembled dignitaries fought against retching.

The smell was beyond nauseating—it was the essence of wrongness given olfactory form. It carried implications of suffering that extended across multiple dimensions, torment that had fermented for eons in realms where pain became currency and anguish achieved artistic refinement.

Lord Penrose doubled over despite his paralysis, his body rejecting the assault on his senses through purely involuntary response. Several nobles began dry heaving, their diplomatic composure shattered by sensory input that exceeded human tolerance entirely.

The putrescent atmosphere grew thicker with each passing second, as though reality itself was being corrupted by whatever process Sabrina had initiated. The air became viscous, requiring conscious effort to breathe as normal atmospheric properties gave way to something altogether more sinister.

Then, as the overwhelming stench reached its crescendo, something unprecedented occurred. The paralysis that had held the assembled dignitaries motionless began to crack. Not through conscious effort or magical intervention, but through pure biological necessity—their bodies' instinctive rejection of environmental poison that threatened basic survival.

One by one, nobles began to move despite Sabrina's supernatural constraint. Hands covered mouths and noses in desperate attempts to filter the noxious atmosphere. Feet shifted as balance reflexes overrode mystical immobilization. Their faces contorted with revulsion that no amount of diplomatic training could suppress.

"Impossible," Admiral Elspeth gasped, the first to speak since the paralysis had taken hold. Her naval experience with battlefield conditions proved insufficient preparation for this assault on fundamental human sensibilities.

Throughout the chamber, similar reactions occurred as primal survival instincts overwhelmed supernatural control. The assembled representatives found themselves able to move, though most could do little more than attempt protection against the overwhelming sensory assault.

As the dignitaries regained limited mobility, the chamber's illumination began to change dramatically. Every shadow, every pool of darkness, every subtle variation in lighting began flowing toward the four demonic circles. The movement was visible—streams of liquid blackness converging on the ritual sites like tributaries feeding into diabolic reservoirs.

Even Sabrina's shadow-staircase succumbed to this gravitational pull of darkness. The steps that had elevated her above the assembly dissolved into flowing black essence that streamed toward the circles, joining the supernatural convergence with inevitable momentum.

Yet despite losing her elevated platform, Sabrina remained suspended in mid-air. She hovered above the chamber floor with grace that defied physical law, her crimson hair moving with ethereal currents that touched nothing else in the vicinity. Her position suggested mastery over fundamental forces that transcended conventional understanding.

The flowing shadows gathered around each demonic circle with increasing density, darkness becoming so absolute that the boundaries between circle and void disappeared entirely. Where the Vampire Noble corpses had lain, only perfect blackness remained—apertures in reality that seemed to extend infinitely downward.

As the shadow convergence reached critical mass, the circles underwent final transformation. The absolute blackness began to shift, taking on quality that suggested depth beyond measurement. What had been flat geometric patterns became apertures—dimensional doorways that pierced through layers of reality to connect with realms that existed in fundamental opposition to natural order.

"Aperi te, o mundus!" Sabrina proclaimed, her voice now carrying resonance that seemed to originate from multiple dimensional layers simultaneously.

The four circles responded to her command with explosive energy that made previous displays seem restrained by comparison. The apertures expanded further, their boundaries stabilizing into permanent doorways that connected the banquet hall to locations that should not have been accessible through conventional means.

From each doorway came sounds that defied classification—not screams or roars, but expressions of malevolence given auditory form. The noises carried implications of intelligence that had been twisted through eons of exposure to realms where conventional concepts of good and evil had been transcended in favor of pure predatory calculation.

Steam began rising from each portal, carrying additional layers of that overwhelming stench mixed with sulfurous undertones that suggested combustion occurring at fundamental molecular level. The vapor was visible—thick, roiling clouds that moved with purpose rather than merely following atmospheric currents.

Through the first doorway, something began to emerge. The process was gradual, as though the entity required time to adapt its fundamental nature to environmental conditions that differed significantly from its original habitat. What became visible defied easy description—mass that shifted between states, intelligence that wore malevolence like armor, presence that made the surrounding air itself seem contaminated.

The second portal began manifesting similar emergence, though the entity it revealed carried different characteristics entirely. Where the first seemed to embody corruption through decay, this one suggested destruction through more active malice. Its approach toward dimensional threshold sent fresh waves of wrongness through the chamber.

From the third doorway came something that moved with purpose that transcended mere hunger or aggression. This entity carried intelligence that had been refined through exposure to realms where survival required constant calculation, where every moment demanded assessment of threat and opportunity with precision that left no room for emotional consideration.

The fourth portal revealed presence that seemed to absorb not merely light but hope itself. Its emergence cast psychological shadow over the chamber that made previous displays of supernatural terror seem quaint by comparison. This was despair given physical form, depression weaponized through dimensional refinement.

As the four entities completed their transition through the doorways, their full forms became visible within the banquet hall. Each stood approximately twice normal human height, their proportions suggesting strength that exceeded conventional limitation while maintaining coordination that spoke of predatory refinement.

Their appearance was simultaneously magnificent and terrible—beings that had been shaped by realms where aesthetic considerations served functional rather than decorative purpose. They moved with coordination that suggested shared intelligence despite their individual characteristics, collective purpose that unified their diverse capabilities toward common objective.

The chamber fell into absolute silence save for the sound of their breathing—if breathing was appropriate term for whatever process sustained their existence within normal dimensional space. Even the recovered dignitaries found themselves unable to speak as primal terror overrode all cognitive function.

Sabrina observed her summoned entities with evident satisfaction, her hovering position allowing clear view of both demons and paralyzed audience. Her crimson eyes reflected satisfaction that transcended mere tactical achievement—this was artistry realized through supernatural methodology.

"Magnificent," she murmured, her voice carrying perfect audibility despite the overwhelming presence of entities that seemed to distort sound itself. "Such beautiful children, born from convergence of realms."

The four demons turned their attention toward the assembled dignitaries with expressions that suggested hunger for something that transcended mere physical sustenance. Their presence filled the chamber with anticipation of violence that would exceed conventional understanding of destruction—this was annihilation elevated to art form through entities that had refined malevolence across multiple dimensional frameworks.

The true horror was only beginning to unfold.