Lich reborn as a magic school student

The pain flowing through my body, starting from my chest where the holy sword pierced, slowly faded, and my world became dark. In the nothingness, my soul wandered for an unknown amount of time when it happened. Across countless dimensions, which my magic had reached, I heard the call of my dark mantra once again.

Eye laae roorik.
Kastar Oorovar fuor.
Eye laae roorik.
Kastar ae vaarak.
Vutia, Fuor, Roorik.

I feel my soul entering a new body, and as the previous inhabitant Kashra hands over control to my undying mind, I hear a loud buzzing noise. I rise from my slumber and look around. A single-room apartment with very little well anything. Beneath my feet, I notice a demonic circle, and upon a nearby desk, I find a tome. I turn off the alarm and check out the tome, and the mantra of my army is written in there, and as a description, it says that chanting it will summon a demon from another world. How laughable. If only dimensional travel was so easy, but it seems that this boy got lucky. He wished to summon me, and I had already chosen him as my target.

Anyway, I should figure out who this person is, looking through his memories it seems he is a student at a school designed for people with magical potential. The magic of this world seems undeveloped, peruusing this mind I find that this world was without magic until it slowly began to appear 67 years ago. Extending my senses with magic I survey the surroundings and find that even without magic this world has become highly developed, even more than my old world. Magical talent is rare among individuals and as such the governments of the world sponsor people with even a slight chance of gaining magical power. They send them to specialized schools where they can study magic, and hopefully awaken their innate magical powers.

I seem to be an orphan who had the ability to summon small bits of fire out of my fingers. A quite useless ability, but still I was given an apartment and enrolled at the school, though unlike most people I awakened before my talent was found out about, and as such had been living in the streets until I was 12. Physically this body seems malnourished, with pale sickly skin, and long silver hair. Looking through the interactions in his memories I see he was a gloomy and depressed person, unable to find any enjoyment in life. A month ago he began doing drugs and spending money on other illegal activities, with then finally being today when he tried to summon a demon. These acts seemed to be a last resort in trying to find any enjoyment.

I expand my necromantic power across the earth and find a quite peculiar detail. It seems that the tradition of necromancy is unfounded, and as such I have a monopoly on the death energies of earth, the catalyst for my magic. While this body cannot handle me using grand magics with due time I should be able to become even stronger in this world. However, something is amiss. That insatiable desire that I had kept in myself for so long. That dream to restore my glorious home. It is gone.

Originally when I had planted the heart of Azurfar into my chest I at the same time cast a powerful enchantment on myself that would make my mind only think about the fulfillment of my goal. That way even if my mind was corrupted I would still be doing what I believed to be correct. However both the heart and that enchantment are gone, and my centuries-old emotions in stasis have dispersed. While to most this sudden loss of all goals and desires would break them, to my undying mind this is not even a challenge. I will walk forward minding nothing.

I look at the clock 8:20. My classes start at 9 a.m. so I should prepare to head out. After dressing myself I head out and walk towards the school. My first class is “Magical Traditions” Entering the classroom I straight head for the table where I would normally sit. I use a slight illusion spell to make people’s eyes go over me as I do not care for attention and wait for a couple of minutes when the teacher enters the classroom.

“Morning class, I know you’re all a little excited since it’s Friday, but we still have school today.” The Energetic teacher with short brown hair and a rough beard starts the class.

“As you all know casting spells is very hard, and one of the ways we simplify it is with Traditions. These Traditions hide the complexities of spellcasting behind abstractions. Traditions are usually split into three groups, Arcane, Divine, and Special.

Arcane Traditions are characterized by the amount of scholarly stuff you need to do. Memorizing spell pages, reciting poems, or calculating the natural forces, are what you need to do to perform arcane magic.

Divine Traditions are characterized by the connection to some greater force, your spells are based on your connection to a specific powerful entity. While it’s called divine not all divine casters are good. There are many evil gods, and technically powerful demons can grant divine magic.

Special Traditions are well special, no one statement can be made about all of them. Some of them require the sacrifice of some material for example, and others just allow you to use magic.

It’s important to pick carefully when you begin learning magic if you’re bad at studying you might not want to pick an Arcane Tradition as that would be going against the flow, and you’d have a hard time achieving anything, and once you’ve learned one you can’t really learn another. No matter how much theory a cleric puts in his head he won’t suddenly become a wizard.”

While his explanations are mostly correct on the last point he makes a mistake, A Religious caster suplanting his magic with theories can certainly make a new tradition that is an inbetween of Arcane and Divine, but I have a strange feeling. I raise my hand.

“Oh Kashra, you have a question?”

“Yes. Is it possible for a tradition to be part of multiple categories?”

“Nope, a tradition can only be part of one of the categories.”

Well, that’s total bullshit. The Tradition which I have carefully crafted over my long journey in fact is a combination of all 3. Originally I was an Arcane caster in service of Vutia, but after I took the heart of Azurfar I could summon forth the divine essence from his demonic core, and finally while studying the techniques of Aldreni the Undying Dragon I empowered my magic further with the death energies of the world creating a form of the most vile magic possible. Dark Sorceries, Demonic Essence, and most reviled Necromancy. However, even if I know him to be wrong it still gives me no reason to correct him.

I continued to listen to the lecture and kept being more and more disappointed. While boredom would overtake me I still remain vigilant in case of any knowledge I might not know, no matter how unlikely that is to happen, and I also as a former educator hate students who do not pay attention. While the lesson was not insightful I hypnotized myself to pay attention to it, and finally, the classes slowly passed on.

Returning to the apartment from school I lay down on the bed and begin the first steps towards forming the core of my power. Demon Lord Transformation.