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The forest was dense, with shadows that seemed to shift and whisper among the trees. The knights, however, were undeterred, their armor glinting in the dappled sunlight as they navigated the underbrush. The task was arduous, involving traps, nets, and careful coordination to capture the elusive goblins without sustaining injuries.

By the time they returned to the estate, the large wagon groaned under the weight of eleven cages, each filled with goblins of varying sizes. The creatures snarled and hissed, their eyes gleaming with malice and fear.

Lord Draven awaited them in the courtyard, his dark eyes scanning the cages with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. The knights dismounted, presenting their haul with a mix of pride and trepidation.

"Well done," Draven said, his voice as smooth and cold as a blade. He reached into his cloak and produced a small pouch, handing each knight a gold coin. The gleam of the precious metal and the unexpected generosity left the knights momentarily stunned.

"Take these goblins to my study," Draven commanded. The knights hesitated, exchanging wary glances.

"But, my lord," one of them ventured, "it's dangerous to keep them inside."

Draven's gaze turned icy, silencing any further objections. "Do as I say," he ordered.

The knights obeyed, carefully transporting the cages to Draven's study. The room, usually a sanctuary of knowledge and calm, now echoed with the growls and shrieks of the captive goblins. Once the task was completed, the knights withdrew, leaving Draven and Alfred alone with their peculiar prisoners.

Draven walked to one of the many bookshelves lining the study walls. He pulled a specific tome, and with a soft click, a hidden stairway revealed itself, descending into the depths of the estate. This was the underground chamber of the Drakhan family, a place of secrets and power known to very few.

With his psychokinesis pen, Draven lifted all of the cages and made it form a line behind him with his psychokinesis, following him to the underground chamber.

Alfred followed Draven as they descended the stairs, the air growing cooler and the stone walls echoing their footsteps. They reached a vast hall, specially constructed for magical experimentation and training. The chamber was lit by torches that flickered with an eerie blue flame, casting long shadows that danced across the ancient stone.

Draven approached one of the cages, selecting a particularly fierce-looking goblin. With a wave of his hand, he used psychokinesis to lift the creature into the air, immobilizing it. The goblin thrashed and snarled but was held fast by an invisible force.

"What are you going to do with these goblins, Milord?" Alfred asked with pure curiosity.

"You can see it with your own eyes, Alfred," Draven replied indifferently.

From within the folds of his dark robes, Draven summoned the Devil's Pen, a relic of immense dark power. It hovered in the air, gleaming with a sinister energy, casting an eerie glow across the dim chamber. The ancient artifact pulsed with a life of its own, radiating waves of dark magic that resonated with Draven's own potent aura.

"Psyche Dominator," he intoned, his voice reverberating through the stone walls. The words seemed to hang in the air, thick with arcane power. The pen responded, its glow intensifying as it began to inscribe complex, eldritch symbols in the air around the goblin.

The intricate patterns of light spun and wove themselves into a delicate yet powerful net of enchantment, encasing the goblin in a cocoon of transformative magic.

The change was immediate and violent. The goblin's eyes rolled back, showing only the whites, and its small body convulsed as dark energy surged through its veins. Its green skin turned a deep, shadowy black, and grotesque horns sprouted from its head, curling and growing as if possessed by a life of their own.

Muscles rippled and expanded beneath the skin, claws elongated into razor-sharp talons, and when it finally landed on the ground, it stood transformed into a devil goblin servant, its eyes now glowing a menacing red.

Draven observed the creature with a critical eye, his expression one of detached curiosity. "Stand," he commanded in a voice that brooked no disobedience. The devil goblin obeyed immediately, its movements now precise and controlled, a stark contrast to its former feral self.

"Fetch me that book," Draven pointed to a dusty tome resting on a nearby table, its pages yellowed with age and filled with forbidden knowledge. The creature moved with an eerie efficiency, its every motion a mimicry of human servitude, yet tinged with an underlying threat of violence. It returned swiftly, holding the book with surprising care for such a monstrous being.

Satisfied, Draven nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

He turned his attention to another cage, this one housing a second goblin. With a casual flick of his wrist, the cage door swung open. "Fight," he ordered, directing his new servant to attack the bewildered captive. The ensuing battle was brutal and swift. The devil goblin servant moved with lethal precision, employing martial arts techniques that mirrored Draven's own fighting style.

Within moments, the second goblin lay dead, its lifeless body crumpled on the cold stone floor.

Intrigued by the display, Draven wondered if the servant had inherited some aspect of his own abilities through the transformation process. To test his theory, he approached the cages lining the chamber, opening all of them simultaneously. The goblins poured out in a chaotic rush, their screeches filling the air as they sensed their imminent doom.

"Defend yourself," Draven commanded his servant, his voice cutting through the din like a knife.

What followed was a spectacle of unmatched ferocity and skill. The devil goblin servant engaged the horde with a series of acrobatic and deadly moves, its body a blur of motion. It dodged and struck with an almost supernatural grace, each blow landing with devastating effect. The chamber echoed with the sounds of battle, the clash of claws and the shrieks of dying goblins.

Dark blood splattered the walls and floor, mingling with the flickering shadows cast by the torches.

As the last goblin fell, a dark mist enveloped the victorious servant. Its body began to shift and grow, muscles expanding and bones cracking as it evolved. The transformation was accompanied by a chorus of whispers, ancient and malevolent, and the flicker of dark energy that danced across its form. The air grew thick with the scent of brimstone, a tangible reminder of the dark forces at play.

When the mist cleared, a devil hobgoblin servant stood before Draven, larger and more imposing than before. Its form was covered in dark, armor-like scales, and its eyes burned with an intelligent, malevolent light. The creature exuded an aura of raw power, a testament to the dark magic that had reshaped it.

Draven activated his [Vision] ability, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light as he analyzed the creature in detail.

[Devil Hobgoblin Servant

Description:

A creature born from the fusion of a hobgoblin and devilish energies, the Devil Hobgoblin Servant is a potentially formidable entity. Transformed through the dark magic of the Devil's Pen, this servant possesses enhanced physical and magical attributes, making it a valuable asset in any dark sorcerer's arsenal.

Attributes:

Strength: 92/100

Agility: 85/100

Endurance: 88/100

Intelligence: 76/100

Dark Magic Affinity: 95/100

Abilities:

Enhanced Combat Skills: The servant retains and amplifies its previous combat techniques, now combined with dark magic, allowing for superior martial prowess.

Shadow Strike: Can move through shadows to execute surprise attacks, making it a deadly opponent in any battle.

Regeneration: Rapid healing ability that allows recovery from injuries at an accelerated rate, making it difficult to defeat.

Infernal Resilience: Highly resistant to physical and magical attacks, particularly those of a non-dark nature.

Command Obedience: Absolute loyalty to the summoner, ensuring it follows orders without question or hesitation.

Special Traits:

Devil's Armor: Its skin is covered in scales resembling dark armor, providing exceptional defense against various forms of attacks.

Infernal Vision: Can see in complete darkness and detect the presence of hidden or invisible enemies.

Aura of Fear: Exudes a malevolent aura that can instill fear and hesitation in weaker opponents, disrupting their combat effectiveness.

Potential for Growth: The Devil Hobgoblin Servant exhibits signs of potential evolution, indicating that with further exposure to dark magic and combat experience, it could ascend to even more powerful forms.]

Draven's smile broadened as he reviewed the detailed status report displayed on the blue screen. The intricate network of dark magic and the servant's enhanced abilities confirmed the success of his transformation process. Each attribute and ability listed filled him with a sense of accomplishment and anticipation for the servant's future potential.

"Truly excellent," he whispered to himself, dismissing the blue screen with a flick of his wrist. "You will indeed be a valuable asset, and this is only the beginning."

The creature knelt before him, its submission complete. Draven turned to Alfred, who had watched the entire process with a composed expression.

"Prepare a secure chamber in this underground for our new servant," Draven instructed. "I have plans for it."

Alfred bowed. "As you command, Sire."

Draven's mind raced with possibilities. The success of the Psyche Dominator spell opened new avenues of power and control. With servants like this at his disposal, his influence could extend far beyond the borders of the Drakhan Earldom.

As Alfred made the necessary arrangements, Draven turned back to the devil hobgoblin servant, a sense of anticipation thrumming through him. This was only the beginning.