This is a bit of a hard story to write, Supernatural is so episodic but good... I am loving this though.


In the veil of night, Gabe mixed together his potions. Dark ingredients all swirling around in a pot, heated over a simple gas stove. Cat skull, raven's feather, hemlock, and a few other tidbits. He would banish them later, but for now, he would cast his dark curse until his father was dead. "Congrega ut unum, essentiam vitae exura. Vasa restringe, sanguis oritur! Vita impiorum finiet pulsu vitae!" He muttered softly, shuddering as dark waves of cold energy burned through his skin. Grabbing a knife, he pricked his finger, and the final ingredient was added, three drops of blood.

Immediately a wave of power rippled from the pot and he felt it sink into the world.

"AHH!" There was a crash, and his father dropped in the other room. "Gabe, help! GABE!" Gabe ignored his father's cries, focusing on the magic and the power it lent him. "Please... help... My chest, It hurts... I... I..." The spell ended, not even a full minute later after his father went silent, the magic no longer needed to sustain the spell.

Shaking, Gabe quickly turned off the fire and hurried away, draining the liquid and tossing the rest of the ingredients into the crick behind his home. With that done, he grabbed the house phone and called the cops, faking a sniffle. "Help, my father, I think he had a heart attack! He's dead!"

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Within the day he was taken away to a distant foster home one county over, his father to a morgue. He felt... peaceful, powerful and driven in a way he had never been before. From that point on he studied magic hard, day in and out. His grimoire focused on divination, aura reading, mind magic and defensive spells including wards. He would need them, the mind spells, and the aura reading, and so he focused hard on them.

The Mind control spells took pouches of spelled objects to use, many dark herbs and ingredients, and sacrificed objects to channel the magical properly. He would use them, once he learned how to control his foster parents into giving him more and more ingredients. He got quite good with those spells over the next three months. It took great focus for the aural spells, reading auras could tell him so much about a person. He quickly, through people-watching, figured out temperament, emotions, magical power and so on. He knew who was not human and who was. He could tell who was worthy of his trust, and who he could and should manipulate.

As for defensive magic, and defense overall, he spent hours playing with telekinetic spells and fire starting spells, grateful his foster parents lived near the woods in the middle of nowhere. He got quite good at moving things at a moment's notice, at a fast pace. Super strength spells were a bit harder, you often ran the risk of making your muscles stiff of swollen, so he was careful when playing with that kind of magic. To compensate, he had his foster parents get him into Marksmanship classes and Kickboxing.

Why though?

Monsters were why. His grimoire told him of monsters of all types that he had to ward against. From vampires to werewolves to Djinn and even Angels and Demons! He worked to ward his home from as much as he could, and even created hex bags to protect himself in cast of emergency. Spells to prevent tracking spells that would cause pain if attacked and so on. He did his best, so combat classes were only the next logical step as far as he was concerned.

Over the next three months, he trained hard, moving through magic and combat training in an attempt to become as capable and powerful as he could be...

He had plans, plans to leave and live his life out using magic as much as he pleased, learning more magics. With the ability to sense magic via auras, he found three more grimoires and stole/bought them. He took them with him so that he could learn more from them, and master their powers and the knowledge within though only after he mastered the powers of his current grimoire... which would be soon...

Sooner than anyone he would have assumed. Magic really wasn't that hard, as long as you had the right stuff and faith it could happen, you really could do anything... except for automatic powers, which took residual power which he was still developing. It would take at least six months before he was good enough to have that kind of power.

But he had time... nothing but time...

Nothing but time.


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.