Occult 1

[12:04] Vescion Inanis asks, "Um....so can you still train me in the occult?"
[12:07] Senevál says, "Ah, right."
[12:08] Senevál asks, "What do you think, Maeve? Should we do that while there's not much to do?"
[12:09] Maeve Illumir says, "Hm..."
[12:09] Maeve Illumir says, "Suuure."
[12:11] A single nod is given, to which he speaks out towards Vescion.

"Come along." And already he heads towards the Vale.
(Senevál)
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[12:15] Vale. Common place for such dark to flourish.

Even now, when the Demon arrives and his gaze turns towards Vescion, he imagines that such endeavor would be something simple, at least for the Demon.. if only because of the fact that he's not only the master of this art - but due to fact that he was born into it.

Unlike humanity..
Demons are closely attuned to it.

The vibrant, sanguine eyes flicker with the power that could not be ever attained by humanity- that no matter how far one goes, this is something they're born with.. something that marks them as innately superior. Of course, hard work counts for a lot.. but coupled with innate talent?

The dark flame flickers.

It dances on top of Seneval's hand.. and where the Demon looks upon Version, he speaks out.

"Tell me."

"Why did you choose to learn this?"
(Senevál)
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[12:23] The child would watch as the expanse of the vale would come towards him, Occultic magics, profane arts. A multitude he could tell had been soaked into the very soil of this place.

Following closely towards his new demon master he'd feel only a slight bit hesitant to the notion. After all it was quite clear humanity and demons were on completely different scales when it came to occultism.

But beyond that Vescion knew little else about the art. Only stories of what such powers can befit of the humans who wield them.

Demonic eyes set a flared and for once fear was introduced to the youth. The demons eyes placed upon him glowing with fascinating power. Followed by a question that didn't take very long for Vescion to answer.

"Because I have nothing....Because I am nothing. And I want the power to take whatever I want with my own hands." A clear cut answer of course the boy would explore the depths of darkness if it meant achieving somethingthat was his. Something that no one else could accomplish.

"I have no name, No parents, no family, No future. I wish to claim all of those things and make them my own. I want to accomplish great power...and Surpass the limits of humanity. I wish to no longer be this empty thing."
(Vescion Inanis)
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[12:32] How quaint.

Such a thing is something that he would expect, but.. for him to come so soon? He imagines that Vescion was actually rather desperate for something to be going in his life.. after all, unless he finds himself belonging to something- or someone- he might as well be entirely lost in his living. But to digress..

"Typical."

"Most humans crave for something. Yet.." There's a pause, to which he speaks. "There is no light, and you understood that early. Even despite all that there is.."

"You came to the dark for knowledge, did you not?"

"And knowledge you'll have."

The dark flame flickers within the palm of the Demon; another hand is carefully cast over it, almost as if nurturing the tiny flame- one that grows in size, a promise, a threat of pestilence and death hidden within the very nature of such magic. Even now, it almost feels sickening to approach..

Yet alluring all the same.
Brimming with clear power and potency.

"Come closer."

"I'll introduce you to it."
(Senevál)
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[12:37] The flames were lit in the demons palms and the beacon for more power was told. The demons words although above his understanding were something he did take into consideration.

How much more desire does he have compared to others? How much more power could he obtain compared to those who would wish to destroy him? And more importantly how much would he have to suffer to fill this emptiness within him.

As the blaze of darkness is lit the boy moved closer striding towards the demon with confidence. Not a single flicker of regarding his life or that of his past. He had nothing to lose but everything to gain from this encounter.

"Knowledge of the darkness. That's All I have ever wanted." His violet eyes focused in on the flames that made his heart weaver despite how weak he felt in comparison to them he still desired it.

A hand reached out towards the flames wondering how much pain it would fill him with. Would he finally feel something new besides the dull sensations he's felt all his life? A question yet unanswered.

"I'll be pleased to learn whatever it is you wish to teach me.."
(Vescion Inanis)
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[12:45] A torch that is passed.

One in which the hand of a Demon steadily reaches out to Vescion's own, and where he tries to reach out to the flame, it is only pulled in quicker- already he finds himself at the edge of sensing the flame for what it is, and where the flame touches his skin..

At first, it burns..
But then, it almost feels.. natural.

One that seems to spread across Vescion's palm, a surge of the Occultic mana passing through him, one made for empowerment; it is no surprise, for Occultic mana is often created for destruction and pure might, something that most magi are common with. While his hand remains within the flame, yet miraculously unharmed..

He speaks further.

"The Occult is magic of Demonkind, and you should always treat it as such."

"It is the magic of destruction, of power, of dominance and more." The themes that would be far too similar to all of the listed. "And you shall respect it with every step you take in your life."

Where the hand steadily guides Vescion's own within the flames, he's quick to add more.

"Occult is the magic that derives from inner frustrations, anger and similar emotions - it is, for all intents and purposes, your own mind and soul attempting to fight back whatever wrongs have been done to you."

"And you should think of all the times you've been wronged, of all the times you felt frustrated, lost." Of all the times he felt down..

"Think of them - and try to take a piece of this flame."
(Senevál)
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[12:55] Of all the times he'd been wronged? Being locked away in orphanages after orphanages. The smiling faces of the Osrona's laughing as he suffered. Enjoying their lives pretending to care about him only for him to eventually be discarded.

There was a time where it brought him frustration, A time when he felt he had been looked down upon by the entirety of the world and he wanted to revolt against it. But now? "I just want their to be nothing left. I want a world filled with silence a world that reflects how empty my soul is..." His revolution was absolution

A rapture that would cleanse the world of everything, "I'll fill the void in myself with the void I create in others by taking and destroying everything the love." Violence echoed as his hand sunk deeper into the flames, The pain that swelled into his body sent shocks of pain throughout his core.

It rejected him, The very essence of life was to be ruined by occultism, And humans weren't able to claim this power easily. Vescion pursued it pushing his hands deeper into the flames. Resisting the pain it caused him and the damage began to accumulate upon his body.


But he continued to chase after it, The feeling that surged within the mana, The embers of the void that lingered within his soul that would ignite the blaze of carnage within him.

"Once I take this....once I master this...I'll take everything from everyone...So they can be just as empty as I am.." His tone was low. A child that was nearly absecent of all aspect of light and as he reached further in he was finally able to grasp it.

A small flame of occult idled on his hands. Projected by his own manifestation of his soul. Not nearly or even comparable to the demons own. But despite the odds, The child had took something away from the flame.


(Vescion Inanis)
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[13:06] It was almost a pity.

For he knew that humanity were never meant to wield such magic.. yet they cling to it, like moth to flames, and they often find themselves burned like never before. It's not the pain that merely eviscerates the body, no.. instead, it becomes the pain of the soul, of the mind, of the spirit..

One that destroys them from within.

Yet, where Vescion decides to collect the flame off from Seneval, he could only smile.. because he knows of all the fate that would await ahead of him; because he knows of what he could possibly do.

"Ah.."

"It's okay.. it's good. Pain is often the best catalyst for Occult magic - and most humans find themselves at their peak when they're filled to the brim with hatred for something."

"They find themselves become.. something more."

Something that could not be matched easily. With the Occultic mana being passed toVescion in such manner, he knows that this would be the beginning of the end for him - but the only question that remains is.. how long would it take, exactly?

Until then, he remarks.

"Exercise this piece of mana."

"Nurture it, like you would nurture a spark - shield it, until it becomes a blazing flame in your soul that can no longer be extinguished."

"This flame is your anger, hatred and frustration bundled in physical manifestation. Use it.. and you'll find yourself discovering the full potency of Occult."

This is merely a beginning, of course.. because it's just impossible to master Occult in a single lesson. To that end, he adds.

"Lest you have any questions.."

"You should return later, once you feel like you've advanced in any manner."


(Senevál)
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[13:14] The flame sits upon his hands and there was a dull gratitude exuded from the child. Almost as if he didn't expect to have gained such power.


He had fully prepared to die if it was necessary to obtain it and now that he had it in his hand...it was almost as if he was yet unsatisfied with what he accomplished.

It wasn't nearly enough for him...not yet. But he still implicated himself in this ritual and the only way to improve was to manifest this spark into a roaring flames of malice.

"I see, I'll do what I can to improve upon what you've taught me. And use it to my own ends." The flame of occultism was crushed in as Vescion closed his hand into a fist. Still feeling the empty embers of his budding abilities coming into fruition.

Having been slightly more attuned to arcane energies he could tell, From being surrounded now that the demons were indeed factories of occultic priorities. It was no surprise that he'd have to struggle to even match what they were capable of.

"Even if it leads me to my own Damniation I'll make it a hell of a ride the entirety of the way there." He'd say as he prepared to move off. He'd need to practice this power to truly understand what it could do.

"I'll return once I have more to show..." he spoke in a low town still eyeing his fist attempting to divine ways to improve his new found power.
(Vescion Inanis)
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[13:20] Such was to be expected.

Even now, he could only smile to the fact that he readied himself in such a manner.. but he wouldn't exactly interrupt Vescion from it. If anything, he imagines that this could be a journey in which he becomes something much more, something to spread chaos and misery alike, but..

He signed up for this, did he not?

"Good."

"For now, I have nothing else to tell you. It's rather pointless to rush everything through.. and learning anything takes time."

"You can go forth, and continue to let it blossom within."

A parting gift, after all, was already given. Now it's up to Vescion to make use of it.
(Senevál)
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