Occult 2

12:37] Vescion trailed through the vale observing the various daily activities of Moonfall. Despite having been raised here he still felt some distance between himself and the people. Still not yet embracing his heritage within the Coven and its people.

Yet within Occultism he saw his desires brought to life. His malice only grew more recognizable as he spent the days expanding his understanding of occultic mana. He was able to summon enough to cover about a baseballs size in his palm.

Still not nearly enough to use a spell but he was still learning after all. As woodland creatures passed him by he'd aim to shoot the small sphere of occultic mana towards the animal, It moved slowly and uncontrolled but what's more the creature could easily sense the menacing bloodlust that the child had intended for it.

Moving fast it avoided all contact with the orb, Brashly jumping away out of sight and to safety. The young magi moaned in disappointment having no clue how to further advance.

"Emotions...Just what are they? No matter how much I let my destructive emotions flow, I'm only able to summon this much power..." He examined the small sphere within his hand a blob of negative mana that flowed out from him.

Yet clearly he hadn't yet found a way to tap into the reservoir just yet. "Power doesn't come in a day I suppose. I'll keep trying..."


(Vescion Inanis)
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[12:49] Vescion trained his body, And his mind. Every day was spend in combat against monsters within the forest. Sharpening not only his talent but his own combat ability.

Having been naturally gifted in controlling metaphysical magics he'd have no trouble in that regard but he was hoping within this training to deepen his connection to the occultic forces.

Remembering the demons words Vescion pursued to shape occultism in his own image. While it was true demons were not masters of the art they were in fact born with the power, There would be no way of imitating the great roaring of Occultism that the demon could produce and thus...it lead to many nights drenched in sweat pouring all his being into keeping the flame of occultism lit within him.

In the mornings he'd return to hunting, Feasting on his prey and as the sunset he continued to materialize occult mana within himself. Propagating it. Expanding it. While it could cover a larger area now about the sizeof a fully grown pumpkin.

Although as much as he tried he could only sustain the sphere at that size for about 10 seconds before it dissipated. He didn't have enough...and at times he blamed his failures on a lack of talent for the art.

Perhaps he was in fact too empty to learn this...that feeling again. The creeping dread and loneliness of never amounting to anything swept into his mind....To be just another failure another reserve or livestock slewing around waiting for freedom to be given to them...

It made him maddened just to even think of living a life continued to be filled with such boredom. What he wanted was for it all to go away, To make it empty again.

His anger and frustration boiled and with a large shout he sought to breach into his own flesh burrowing his finger nails so deep that the spewed crimson liquids.



(Vescion Inanis)
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[12:58] "No.." He said as he shuttered with annoyance. "I want to be more than just another pawn in the cycle of it all. I will explore every dark depths I must to succeed. Even if it tears me apart in the end..." The words spilled from his lips with spit and mucus mixed within it.

Blood continued to stream down his arms from the cuts his nails made. As he lie awake staring at the large moon that hung above the Vale. Almost unnatural how it looked.

"Emptiness is all I have left, Its all I ever was and all I ever will be...." his arm reaches into the blood that made a small pool on the ground his malice only growing more intense but towards what direction? Osrona? Theria? Moonfall? Demonkin? No

It was all of humanity. All the races that lingered believing and hoping that the dark days wouldn't come for them. But for what reason did they suffer? What hope did they have for themselves? Vescion shared no hopes....no dreams....no plots or ploys.

He was empty and to that end he would make all things feel just as hollow as he was. The blood mixed with the occultic mana that surged into Vescion palms painted red, as the blood and viscera mixed together causing quite the unpresitended reaction

The flame grew larger, Larger than He had ever been capable of prior. Was it his blood? No... It was his unending loathing of all life. Everyone and everything had abandoned him. Left him to fend for himself and even though he was surrounded by people he was never given a thing in his life.

Now he had the power to take things. Now he had the power to take everything he wanted for himself.
(Vescion Inanis)
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[13:04] His hand raised up towards the moon and he once again shaped the Dark mana into a sphere, Placing it between both his hands he cupped it until it matched the moon in his eyesight projecting moon like sphere up into his head.

Power wasn't enough...Recognition wasn't enough. He had to advance the very flow of life and death and expand it to something else. Vescion spent the rest of that night holding the occultic sphere for longer than had ever before.

Darkness he fostered from a small ember had become a noticeable flame. Much larger and more refined, Although there was no hope in it being anything more than a projection of mana, Not crafted into a spell for any purpose just yet.

Having felt he conquered the very first of his challenges he would wait until morning, And begin his lessons with the demon who first exposed him to the depravity of the occult.
(Vescion Inanis)