The head would turn over towards the female as she raised up from the bench, slowly walking over infront of him. Looked like he had got a firm reading on his mana senses so far, either that or his hearing was just amazing, probably both. Regardless, the black-haired Abraxas would raise an eyebrow at what he heard was..a woman? Defintely a woman. The moment that depravity was released though, the male's expression grew completely and utterly grim.

He felt his hair stand up on end, his body beginning to break out in a cold sweat, and his breath left his body. This feeling, it was completely and utterly terrible but...it was similar..Similar to the one who took his eyes. The child knew he was dirt weak, knew that he probably had asked the wrong person to help him with such an endeavor, but even through riggid, panted breaths, a slow grin began to spread on the young boy's face. Her aura was so similar if not greater than...

The Magi of Sin who took his eyes.

He seemed to snap at that moment, before raising up his right hand into an index finger, beginning to chuckle like he had just lost the last snap of his sanity...and to do so right then and there would have probably been completely and utterly justified. The male's hand made a 'makeshift' gun, pointing the index directly at the female infront of him.

"Give them back...Give me back my eyes....You made my life so terrible! Give me back my eyes!!"

Energy began to build up at the tip of the digit, all that the boy could muster...which..wasn't a lot in the slightest. The woman infront probably wouldn't even register him as a threat if it was pressed point blank infront of her head and mangified by ten. That's just how weak he was but....he didn't care. All of the struggle he went through, all of the strife that the woman had placed him through. He'd get his eyes back or die trying...

His sense were overwhealmed, the child keeping his finger firmly pointed at the aura center. His face turned up in a mix of displeasure, his chest ebgan to rise and fall more rapidly, and even his keen hearing began to be dulled out by a loud ringing...until he saw sights of the woman infront of him. It was....someone completely different, but obviously just as terrifying. Instantly his hand lowered from the female's form as his teeth began to chatter. Yeah...looked like that was enough.
(Abraxas Osiris)

"I warn you: Once you use occult magic, you can't go back. It stains your soul in a way that prevents you from ever using holy magic. If you don't want to learn it, I could also teach you wind, fire, or illusion magic. This is just my forte."

"Occultism is the magic of destruction, as I said. To use it, you need to want to destroy things, or get revenge on someone or something... which you do. You showed inklings of being able to tap into mana earlier, so it should be easier to you."

Arcelia remained silent for a moment or two. Normally, she used visuals to help people with this kind of thing, but there were two problems with that: One, she hadn't taught anyone in a while, and two...

He was blind.

"Just... use me as an object for this. I can take whatever you can throw at me, so just pretend I'm the one you want to get revenge on- pretend I'm the one you want to destroy. I assume you can still sense me, right?"
(Arcelia Hirano)

The black-haired male followed without hesitation, probably a bit to closesly to the woman in question, but hey had to make sure he didn't lose her. Seating himself beside her, he would move a hand to the bandages that he kept to the bandages in his jacket pocket and wrap them above the top portion of his head, cealing his eyes once more beneath wraps.

"I...I want to destroy a lot of things. People who pick on the weak like me. People who take things from others just because they can. People who think that they're actions are fine. I...I want to break them all! I don't want anyone else to feel what I've been feeling!"

With that, it seemed like he was more or less intent of delving into the forbidden field with open arms. Still, though it looked like he had managed to get a good grip of a type of magic on his own. As she heard the woman's second set of words the child's face turned completely and utterly sour. Like someone had just croppdusted him in a strange form of sick pleasure.

"Y-you...took my eyes...You took my light!" Didn't look like he heard anything after that, completely snapping as he used his one good arm to cock back a fist. As he did so, a light aura of blue began to roll off the child's body with ease. His muscles bulked up slightly, increasing his physical prowess as he aimed to slam his fist directly into Arcelia's cheek. O-oh. If that was allowed, the child would attempt to make his finger into that gun formation and fire off a small blast of energy from his fingertip. He was...pretty savage. Poor Abraxas must have been through some things.
(Abraxas Osiris)

It wasn't occultism right off the bat- that was fine, though, because he still displayed some inkling of magical potential driven by his desire for revenge. It just had to turn dark- it just had to turn vile. From the get-go, he showed some form of potential in the dark arts, and didn't struggle with the very basics like some people did. Lucky for him, too, because she didn't know how to actually teach the basics- they were so innate to her that putting them to words was a take that was beyond her scope of understanding.

The punch to the face and small blast of energy didn't do much to hurt her, though- they pretty much just bounced off her face, being the equivalent of a light tap.

"Good, good. Not actual occultism, but well on the way to reaching it."

...Then Magnus dropped that line and she turned to him, a deadpan expression on her face.

"What."
(Arcelia Hirano)