The year inside the Rod of Soul Entrapment AKA the handle that "rang Jobs bell" seemed like an eternity of demonic torture. Okay maybe not an eternity but longer than a year. Luk deserves far worse of course though it is unlikely he would see it that way. In some way the soul crystal he is in now is far worse. There is little to no true consciousness inside of it. Little things like time and space are meaningless. It is the worst kind of fugue state filled only with the things from Luks past and imagination or at least it was until today. Luk wakes up in a grassy field overlooking terrain that looks like Kylterran or at least what Kylterran would look like if the city itself does not or never did exist. Its quite peaceful though Luk feels disassociated from his body and he knows that he is not truly there. Which would mean the Occubus in front of him is not truly there either but that fact is apparently not going to stop him from having a conversation.
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"Hey buddy! You have been dead for... well lets just use Kylterran standard time keeping Palladium as our focal dimension that way we can say nearly two years. Five hundred and eighty-two days, three hours, thirteen minutes and thirty-six seconds to be precise. But now Im just showing off. Besides keeping it local as such makes it sound better than saying close to six hundred years which brings up all kinds of queries not the least of which is 'do you even really love me?' By you I mean me, obviously. I assume you want to exist so here are the terms; I need you to handle your business by tying up all the loose ends you have created some of which are running amok in our fair world. That is first and foremost then I need for you to capture the Dark Citadel and bring the six-hundred or so summoners there to heel for us and lastly I need your word you will help me destroy Thoth by whatever means I determine to be necessary. Provided you can handle that we need to discuss your body. I say we kill the Son of Set and take his, the little shit is going to cause all manner of problems anyway. Or there is this demigod I have learned about that is somehow linked to your sword. Im sure you would find the whole thing rather interesting but long story short it was created for him and he can make it do stuff you can't so we can take his body and remedy that or third I know this guy named Bob who has a real nice look about him. Much better than that gay-ass T'Laan phase you went through. So whats it gonna be friend?"

It is nice of you to finally speak to me again after leaving me to be tormented for the last couple of years in this place of anguish. Fuckhead!

As for the first two terms of my release yes and yes I will do those. As for, the third “ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY??!!” Just leave me here ass-hole if you think I am going to help you kill Thoth. Why would you want to even try to kill Thoth, he has been nothing but a friend and an alley to travelers since the early years of Kylterran. Even if Thoth could be killed; which I seriously doubt even you could do that. I have no reason to help you do that.

"Well he would probably need to agree to be killed if we are to be successful but if good reasons are all you need then I will provide you with those in time but its a long story. We can even go back in time and watch when as Xy he betrayed all his brethren and became Thoth. One of the biggest scams of all time by the way and the reason why thousands of worlds are on the brink of destruction. Nevertheless he has groomed me, much like Lictalon, Alezandrian and many others since so I can sacrifice myself in order to strengthen the fucking spell meant to keep his kind asleep. So forgive me if I don't get all fucking misty eyed and sentimental about how magnanimous that bird-headed motherfucker has been to me and mine. Besides if you asked me I would... well most likely and you have been dead awhile you would be surprised what im capable of. We can discuss all that shit later. Whats it going to be? You need a body so do you like any of the choices I offered? I can make you one from scratch but usually that does not work out as well. If you wanted some other demi-god or god I can likely do that for you but not one out of any of Palladiums major pantheons. Between Dragan and Charissa the Travelers are walking a fine line in the realm of the divine. We do not need any more heat until it is time for them all to pick their sides once and for all. But I am getting ahead of myself again what will be your next vessel lord Luk?"
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Fine…I am tired! Get me Loki’s body and you have a deal. We will discuss the details after I have a corporal form.

"Despite not actually having one that is using your head my friend…" Occubus chuckles good naturedly as Luks reality begins to fade back into the nothingness of the soul crystal. Had he less self control he would have loosed a panic stricken scream. Had he done that he would have missed the slightly higher pitched chuckle interlaced with that of Occubus almost imperceptible to the normal ear. By Luks estimation it does not sound as good natured in the least.

Almost as soon as Luk fades into oblivion he is snapped back into the here and now, wherever and whenever that may be. It’s not like time has much meaning when your soul is trapped in a rock but then given the company he keeps time doesn’t have much meaning period. Luk blinks his eyes and inhales a deep breath even though the breathing part does not seem necessary. It takes him a moment to realize that he is actually blinking his own eyes when it hits him…he has his own body and it feels unlike anything he has ever felt before. It is power on a scale that is impressive even for Travelers. Lying naked on a cold rune covered slab he starts to sit up but Occubus smacks his head back down with enough force to crush a normal humans skull to pulp. It doesn’t even register a bit of pain.

“Hold still jackass while I finish these final weaves! What I’m doing is extremely delicate work. Unprecedented work actually given the divinely supernatural form we are working with. I have done a couple experimental things here however the probability of any rejection is very low. Your genetically altered Eyelor eyes for instance are singularly unique in the megaverse. The last guy I know of that could do something like this was a Lizard Mage named Delthanus. He created Body Magic, which is a woefully inadequate misnomer given his genius, about two-hundred years before the Time of a Thousand Magicks. I apprenticed under him for thirty-seven years before we parted ways. He created an entire new race of beings I was not very fond of. They are currently known as The Gene Splicers. I was hoping you could help me exterminate them. Dammit Luk be still!

Luk started to look around to see who else had their hands on him when Occubus pushed his head down again though not before seeing it was three identical versions of Occubus. One is tattooing some symbols on his left ankle another on his right wrist. The third has his right leg splayed open from knee to ankle and he is carving tiny intricate patterns into his shin bone with a golden rune covered stylus. Occubus himself doesn’t appear to be doing anything but as Luks new eyes start to shift through their various types of vision he can see the separate flows of magic emanating from each of Occubus’s  fingertips, eyes and chest as they weave into the portions of Luks body being worked on. Luk can tell his old friend is exhausted physically, mentally and mystically but even so his aura and general bearing is more impressive than it has ever been. The only thing comparable in Luks memory is when he has been in the company of beings like Alezandrian, Epim and Thoth. Some things have apparently changed while he was dead.

The magical flows abruptly cease and the three clones all place their hands on Luks extremities while the original Occubus stands at the top of the rune altar his hands on either side of Luks head. With a slight nod the hearts of the three clones burst in their chest  their life energy rushes out and into Luk infusing the banded tattoos around his ankles and wrists as well as his shin bone around which the flesh instantly knits up. Occubus winces slightly in pain when the clones die but then his face is once again plastered with the accustomed cocky grin he wears in presence of his friends.

”It is hard to find good help. Well Luk… I have been slaving over your dead carcass for two months now investing parts of my very soul into your sorry ass. You might even say were soul mates. Give us a hug! Get up your done bitch and the least you can do is help me kill whoever the fuck I ask. Oh by the way that’s not Loki’s body but not for lack of trying. Apparently the god of Mischief and Deceit has that title for a reason. Now we not only have enemies in some obscure Persian pantheon but a Babylonian one as well. Either way I did you one better. After Loki and I talked it out the fucker claimed he was actually proud of me. Asked why I waited so long to try and kill him and that he was beginning to feel unappreciated. Anyway he let me in on some knowledge of your sword that proved to be invaluable. I have it down in the treasure room with your gauntlet and everything else you had on you when you died. I have also finished your Rune platform of power. I incorporated the Throne of the Gods into it for shits and giggles. I created you a new and seriously amped up Calling staff using the soul of Yin-Sloth and the eye of the Old One Kalkith. Don’t worry you don’t have to link with Yin-Sloth I tied it into the Platform along with your gauntlet and Gilgamesh using a series of non-linear triple layered essence infused pentangular quantum matrices. It is kind of like a non-regressing form of propagational chaos magic which sounds ironic I know but who gives a fuck it works. The last piece I held off on is the key component which will be either a Pith skull headdress or a crown . It’s a style thing really so I left it up to you.”