Prompt #25 – "cape" (Supernatural)
The blue orb feels cold beneath my fingers. Even with only my fingertips, I can perceive its utterly smooth exterior. I dare not remove my fingers, even when it begins to emit arcane light, and a mere instant elapses before the shock hits me.
It rips through my body, rending me from bowel to brain stem, and I must be screaming, but my voice is inaudible over the roar of energy.
Then, the surge of power casts me aloft, and the agonizing burn instills itself within me. My very muscles seem to increase in temperature, and my vision is filled with naught but the veil of an unparalleled arcane aura...
...my aura.
This is my aura!
The fire has deepened, my circulating blood has accelerated, and I feel my mind swell upon the influx of strength. Every spell I know regenerates in my memory, and even these are quickly surpassed. Faint voices whisper to me, but they are insignificant before my perceptions of the universal fabric.
Here, the power to call material into existence, or to banish it.
There, the will to extinguish the spark of life in any hapless target I should choose.
And throughout, the exhilarating instinct to invoke any thread of arcane might at any moment.
I sense my rudimentary body trembling before my newfound, overwhelming capacity for thought. My fatigue has ceased. I see everything, and I know my full potential has arrived. Such simple physical materials as my muscles and clothing would barely convey this new power.
Then let them convey it.
Let my robes be rewoven in blackness, all-consuming, all-possessing. Let the feeble acidic scars be written out of my garment, my cape flying free and whole behind me. Let it show the implacable superiority I have attained.
Even my body shall proclaim this. My hair has fallen free of its former, obsolete decorum. I feel a predatory smile open across my face, and laughter, delightful and long-delayed laughter resonates from me.
Laughter... and voices... Those voices are still there– no matter. They are irrelevant. I know what matters.
I know the purpose for which I shall exercise this power.
Her.
I can taste victory on the wind already. A simple elevation of my black-robed arms, a sensitive flex of the fingers, and I can feel the layers of the world peel away before me.
I shall pursue.
And I shall conquer.