Log of Cadet Brandr-6
Time has changed.
Or maybe I have.
After accepting his offer, everything became structured… differently. At first, I reported to Ifrit every day. Then weekly. Now, only once a month.
Not because I am less important.
Because I am expected to function without him.
And I do.
The academy continues as usual.
Drills. Discipline. Order.
My black leather uniform fits tighter now—not physically, but in the way it feels. Like it belongs to me. Like I’ve grown into it. The boots strike the ground with purpose. Measured. Controlled.
Others notice.
The untouched cadets avoid my gaze.
The followers respond without being told.
And the devotees…
They no longer intimidate me.
I’ve stood before something greater.
Ifrit.
At first, I only heard him in my sleep.
Whispers. Fragments. Guidance hidden in dreams.
Now… I hear him while awake.
Not always.
But enough.
A presence beneath my thoughts. Sometimes guiding. Sometimes silent—waiting.
Watching what I choose.
I’ve changed.
My red hair has started to fade into grey. Slowly. Naturally. My body has grown stronger—sharper. More defined.
But the real change isn’t visible.
It’s inside.
There’s something growing.
A hunger.
Not for survival.
Not for approval.
For control.
Today, during training, a cadet hesitated.
Just slightly.
I looked at him.
That’s all.
No words.
No command.
He corrected himself instantly.
Too fast.
—Log Fragment—
No command issued.
Response triggered.
Influence present.
I didn’t tell him what to do.
He just… did it.
And for a moment—
I felt it.
That same alignment I once felt under Ifrit.
But this time…
It came from me.
I haven’t reported it.
I don’t need to.
He already knows.
The next meeting isn’t scheduled.
But I know when it is.
I can feel it.
And the thought that stays with me is this:
Am I still being shaped…
Or am I starting to shape others?
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By: @devotio-disciple
