Story title: The Celestial House X The Owl Files: Spark's Ignition
Full Plot : The Occult Detective, Arkan and his partner, Luz Noceda, have been protecting Gravesfield from paranormal threats all spring.
When summer came, Arkan and Luz continued their work on the Boiling Isles, eventually recruiting Amity to their team.
After stopping Belos' plans, Arkan and the fledgling couple, Lumity, went to New York for the duration of the fall.
On October 31st, the day Halloween is celebrated here and Luz celebrates her birthday, a hellish disaster has happened.
During a fight against Samael, The Lord of the Black Stone, Arkan was exiled to the Realm of Darkness.
To escape he decided to use a Blackened Denarius, to obtain the services of Ailes, a Fallen Angel.
This event, against all odds, awakened a dormant spark within Arkan, thus starting a long journey home.
Notice: This story is primarily a crossover between The Owl House, The Dresden Files. With small elements of Trinity Seven, Kingdom Hearts, Magic: The Gathering.
Reading the first volume is recommended, but not mandatory.
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POV Narrator
The Realm of Darkness, is a realm composed of the Darkness of the entire Omniverse, all types of shadows and evil can be found in this hopeless place.
The whole place can be summed up as a wasteland of black sand, high cliffs and strange column-like structures with bright blue markings, covered in thick fog and surrounded by dark, twisted trees in the background.
The most unnatural thing about this place is the starless sky, if you look up you will see a shade of purple decorated with strange metaphysical phenomena reminiscent of a twisted and barbaric version of the Northern Lights.
Such a place is populated almost exclusively by creatures born of darkness, suffering and death.
The three most common types of creatures that can be found in this realm are: Heartless, Hollows, Schatten.
Heartless, physical and living manifestations of darkness in people's hearts.
Hollows, a race of creatures born of human souls who have become corrupted, becoming corrupted spirits with supernatural powers that devour the souls of both the living and the dead.
Schatten, a rather particular breed that is born and evolves through a unique method.
When a practitioner of magic dies in an environment surrounded by black mana, his shadow has a chance to end up in the Realm of Darkness.
Once you reach this place filled with exotic energy, the shadow dissipates, scattering a bunch of floating shadow grains and soul-impressed consciousness of the deceased caster.
And sometimes, all those little fragments floating around will start to pile up, and then that lump will attract all the millions of different strands of faded consciousnesses from the real dead people, and it will begin to develop its own unique consciousness.
Thus the Schatten are born, a cluster of shadowy echoes of dead sorcerers and witches who come together to create a single sentient being.
In short, this place is almost exclusively populated by nightmare creatures who are constantly struggling to become the biggest and meanest dog in the place.
I emphasize the phrase almost exclusively populated by creatures.
Because in all of this realm that contains all kinds of darkness of the multiverse, there are few individuals who for reason end up in this realm.
People who come to this remote realm never do it of their own will, they have always been banished to the Realm of Darkness against their will.
These unfortunate prisoners can fall into one of three categories:
Number one, powerful and dangerous beings who cannot be killed due to immortality or due to the bad consequences that will be caused by their demise.
So if they cannot be eliminated, they are locked up in this horrible place, being the best solution to free themselves from the problematic individual indefinitely, perhaps for eternity.
Number two, a person who did something to seriously anger a big shot in possession of the means to exile the source of their annoyance.
Number three, an unparalleled unfortunate who joked with the wrong magic and ended up sending himself here.
The protagonist of this story is a mix of the first two categories.
A strong sorcerer who fought against an archfiend of enormous strength. The conflict was hard and arduous, but in the end the magical hero managed to send the devil back in his place.
Unfortunately, the demonic opponent does not accept his defeat with thanks.
Before disappearing from the mortal world, the Archfiend cast one final spell, hitting hard on a weakened Sorcerer who served as a human shield for her teammates, Luz and Amity.
The romantic human-witch couple saw with their own eyes how the Sorcerer was reduced to a pile of dust.
Even the magical hero himself thought he was going to die, reduced to a pile of ashes. In reality it was simply "taken apart piece by piece", then assembled into place in the middle of the desert of the Realm of Darkness.
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In this dark starless world.
Standing near the edge of a black rock cliff stands a teenage boy gazing into the endless distance of black sand.
Being able to deduce his age is a difficult accomplishment due to the height, the clothing and the serious expression on his face.
At a glance one would say that it is somewhere between 15 and 17 years old.
The boy wears clothing that shows very little skin, only his hands and part of his face are exposed, showing an almost sickly pale complexion.
Her eyes glow with an unnatural fluorescent yellow that can appear to be pure gold in a certain light.
Even if his eyes glow in the dark, they can't hide the tired expression and the deep dark circles, surely the boy hasn't slept in a long time.
On his head he wears a black balmoral cap with a military look, decorated with a thick silver band.
Even with the cap on, you can see silver / white / gray locks of hair.
Oddly, his ears are slightly pointed as if he were a half-elf or something similar.
The jaw and lower part of the face is covered with a kind of futuristic gas mask of gray-black color.
He wears a black-gray combat suit, the kind of outfit Sam Fisher or Venom Snake wears on their missions.
The suit is made from a special material aesthetically similar to obsidian that offers absurd protection against bladed and firearms.
The suit incorporates a greyish harness and multiple scabbards / belts to hold an arsenal of weapons and gadgets.
His clothing is not purely military / espionage. For currently unknown reasons she wears quite unique accessories.
Etched in white on the breastplate is a unicursal hexagram called the Aquarian Star.
Various mystical, arcane, alchemical, runic, glyph and geometric engravings are engraved on various segments of the suit.
The jumpsuit leaves the hands uncovered which are covered in pitch black tattoos.
A long red sash tied around the waist with the knot on the left side as the tail end falls to the knees, with five silver tassels at the end resembling claws.
She also wears an old red leather coat with the sleeves cut off to be worn over the jumpsuit.
In his right hand is his first Boiling Isles-style Magic Staff, an elegant 177cm long black wooden scepter, topped by a creature similar to the fusion of a bat and a cat, namely his Palisman Bat, Alphonse.
This guy has several names and aliases, each tied to a part of his identity or current place of residence.
For the mundane world he is called John Holmes, an introverted young genius who lives with his tutor, Camila Noceda, and her best friend, Luz Noceda.
For the most mystical and magical world he is known by the name of Bruce Bael Belmont, the last heir of the house of the Belmont and the last of the lineage of the Bael, a hunter of monsters and a mighty wizard of the Boiling Isles.
Most of the time he calls himself Arkan and introduces himself as an Occult Detective who for $ 50 an hour is willing to kill demons, solve unexplained crimes and occasionally save the world.
"This time I ended up in an unprecedented pastry. It will be nothing short of a miracle if I can come up with a way out." Arkan said, in a depressed tone, still staring at the wastelands of the Realm of Darkness.
The totem atop Arkan's magical staff came to life, becoming an authentic cat-bat hybrid that sits on his Sorcerer's shoulder, mimicking Pikachu's stance.
"Bao bao bao!" Alphonse emits the typical sound of bats, communicating with his sorcerer through a mix of verses that only a Palisman can understand.
"Calm down, I'm not thinking of jumping off the cliff and putting an end to my suffering." Arkan said, in a reassuring tone, slowly backing away from the cliff edge, wanting to clear his Palisman's doubts.
"Bao bao?" Alphonse asked, tilting his head slightly looking adorable.
"I am depressed because I am not used to such a challenge.
Normally I face a typical race against time.
But I find myself in an endurance race, an endless marathon that attacks the body and the mind. "Arkan said, in a tired tone, hating the kind of situation he's in here, preferring a completely different dynamic environment.
"I learned that in the Realm of Darkness, time works differently. I could be a prisoner for weeks, months, even a whole year.
If that weren't bad enough my body doesn't age and doesn't need sustenance. "Arkan declared, with clear contempt in his voice for this fact.
"Bao bao?" Alphonse asked, looking completely confused about what his sorcerer is saying about him.
"Yes, most people would be delighted to have found a place that grants some kind of immortality.
Too bad this place is an endless desert full of monsters I want to kill myself. "Arkan said, turning and pointing to the rest of the cliff littered with the bodies of various dark creatures slowly crumbling into dust.
"I could walk half-heartedly and face these foolish monsters for eternity, until they kill me or commit suicide from a psychic breakdown." Arkan declared, in a dark tone, fully aware that he could fight forever until he makes a mistake or collapses from isolation and psychological pressure.
"Bao bao bao bao!" Alphonse exclaimed, trying to give some words of encouragement to his sorcerer.
"I'm not exaggerating. Other than a friendly Hollow and Schatten, every other being tries to rip out my heart and eat it. I have no friends in this realm." Arkan said, in a sad tone, looking down.
Reaching out to pulled out of the coat pockets a
pocket watch with chain, opening the lid of the watch shows a photograph taken months ago, towards the end of summer.
In the photograph is Arkan himself, flanked by Luz, Amity, with the rest of their friends behind them.
"I am completely alone, surrounded by enemies of every shape and size imaginable." Arkan said in a bittersweet tone, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.
The homesickness and the lack of his friends are worse than any wounds earned by fighting monsters.
The Sorcerer closed the lid of the watch, putting it inside the inside pocket of his coat, no longer wanting to see the photograph that does him good and evil at the same time.
"Bao bao bao bao!" Alphonse shouted loudly, sounding about to slap its owner.
Simultaneous to this rant, four trinkets appeared above Arkan's person.
A necklace with a sword-shaped amulet.
Three small books with an antique look, delimited by thin chains that allow them to be hung on Arkan's wrist.
All these trinkets gave off a subtle angry glow.
Even the tattoos on Arkan's hands have begun to glow faintly seem to want to come to life and jump out of the skin.
"Alphonse, Sabrina, Sabrina, Ilias, Judecca, Griffon, Shadow, Nightmare, Groaza, Sombra, Phobos, Camazotz, you're right I'm not alone." Arkan said, in a bittersweet tone, listing a number of names that only make sense to him.
"By my side are you, my friend Palisman, my faithful weapon, my friendly trinity of Grimoires and my band of ferocious demons." Arkan said, with a small smile on his face.
Remembering that he is not truly alone, his sentient artifacts and more frequent summons are still around to assist him.
After this little chat, the three trinkets and the tattoos have stopped shining, having decided to go back to being good and silent. Letting Arkan have time to think.
The Sorcerer raised his hand in the air, so that the three little books floated in front of his face.
"Now that we've talked to each other. Anyone have an idea how to get out of this prison that threatens to keep us locked up for eternity?" Arkan asked, staring at his sentient grimoires, wanting to hear the opinion of his subordinates.
Surprisingly, each of these three little books began to utter their own female voice, expressing their opinion in true words instead of mere flashes.
"Adonai, I don't mind spending eternity by your side, personally I would make the rest of the crew disappear and take our own place.
But if you really want to get out, you could try a combination of glyphs on a large scale, eventually a right combination should open a doorway to the exit. "Answered the Key of Sephiroth, Arkan's first Grimoire, an ornate gold-colored booklet. with the tree of life symbol.
"Meister, if you want to escape you have to go big. You have to concentrate all your magical energy in one fell swoop and be able to execute a dimensional rift powerful enough to break the barrier that surrounds this dimensional plane.
I don't guarantee where you'll find yourself, but few places are as bad as the Realm of Darkness. "Said the Astil Manuscript, Arkan's second Grimoire, a gray booklet decorated with a + -shaped amulet, with a small jewel in the center.
"Kyrios, previous plans depend too much on chance, finding a combination of glyphs to create a portal back to the Boiling Isles could take countless attempts.
Making a dimensional rift requires an absurd amount of magical energy that would render you helpless.
Plus there are no guarantees that going through a dimensional rift won't kill you or transport you to a far worse place. "The third and final Grimoire, Ilias Fragment, presented his take on how bad the ideas of her colleagues are.
"I suggest we study the travel methods of indigenous creatures, eventually we will find a way to replicate their method of transport." Ilias added the idea of him, among all three he is certainly the safest and needs more time to be implemented.
The Sorcerer let out a deep sigh as Alphonse raises an eyebrow, not too sure that either of these ideas would work.
"Stephanie, Sora, Ilias, each of you have suggested your own idea of escape." Arkan replied, listing the human names of his sentient grimoires.
"Plan number one, offered by Stephanie: create a combination of Glyphs and Runes of enormous proportions, hoping that it finds the right combination to open a portal to get out of here. In short, I must leave myself at the mercy of chance and luck." Arkan, holding up a single finger, as he criticizes Stephanie's plan which appears to have been conceived by a gambling lover.
"Plan number two, devised by Sora: to concentrate all my magical energy in a single attack of a space-time nature, an incredibly complex and dangerous magical art.
All to briefly open an unstable passage through dimensions that could kill me or take me to an even worse place. "Arkan lifts a second finger as he comments on Sora's proposed action.
This plan cries out for an all-or-nothing mentality, putting little price on the practitioner's safety.
"Plan number three, created by Ilias: Study closely how the Heartless, the Hollows and the Schatten work. Accumulate information on how they manage to leave their home kingdom, so that one day I can create my own version of this transport." Arkan said, with a bittersweet smile, holding up a third finger, seeming on the verge of accepting Ilias's idea.
"Ilias your plan could work in a normal scenario. On the Boiling Isles it would be enough for me to insert my key into a lock to access the Celestial House and spend the night being a mad scientist.
But as long as we are stuck in the Realm of Darkness, my Celestial Key is not working, I cannot use the resources of the Celestial House.
Your plan to be completely would take years or decades. "Arkan declared, in a bitter tone lowering his three fingers, rejecting all suggested proposals.
While any of these plans could be used they have a low chance of success, a great deal of risk, or need a ridiculous amount of time to put in place.
"I don't like any of them, it seems more feasible to pray in a miracle." Arkan commented, exposing the cynicism of him and the bad that are building up with each day he spends a prisoner in this realm.
"To hear you pray and how you behave as a melancholy depressive is the last thing I want. Why don't you sing something beautiful?
Didn't you say that music is food for the soul? "Stephanie offered, fed up with her master's tired, pessimistic air. Arkan's First Grimoire wishes to hear something other than an escape plan, pessimistic moans or homesickness.
[Warning: Enemy forces approaching.] Judecca, the little sword-shaped trinket, said, speaking in an artificial, mechanical voice that resembles a GPS voice.
"A brief moment of distraction doesn't sound bad. Maybe singing and fighting will give me a crazy idea that it works." Arkan commented, with a small smile on his face, turning 180 degrees, moving his gaze towards the base of the cliff.
Alphonse dropped off his shoulder by jumping on top of the magic staff, returning to his wooden totem shape.
"Bella ciao !" Arkan exclaimed, with a strong Italian accent, spinning the magic stick as if it were a choreographed object.
At that moment a dozen creatures with a pitch black body, yellow eyes and animal-like shapes approached the cliff.
"Oh beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello hello hello
One morning I got up
And I found the invader! "Arkan continued to sing, not paying much attention to the presence of the dark monsters living in these wastes.
Finishing his verse Arkan disappeared in a cloud of pure darkness, leaving behind a puddle of ink and a smell of ash.
"O partisan take me away
O beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello hello hello
O partisan take me away
That I feel like I'm going to die, ir, ir! "Arkan exclaimed, appearing in the midst of the group of dark creatures, swinging his staff so that a couple of monsters' skulls were split open.
"O partisan
Die, ir, ir
Die-ir
Die-ir
O beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello hello hello
O partisan, giano -ir
O partisan, giano -ir
Die, Die
Beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello hello hello! "Arkan hums, dividing his attention between singing and fighting.
Moving literally avoids a blow from a monster, returning the gesture by sticking it with his stick straight in the back, reducing it to dust.
With each sentence sung, Arkan enslaves a blow from an enemy and counterattacks using the staff, aiming for the chest or head.
"O partisan
O beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello hello hello
And if I die as a partisan
You must bury me
And bury up there in the mountains
O beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello hello hello
And bury up there in the mountains
Under the shade of a beautiful flower, flower, flower! "Arkan sang, leaping into the air, creating a certain distance between himself and what remains of the enemy force.
"O partisan
-Ir, die, die, die
Beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello hello hello
O partisan, giano -ir
O partisan, giano -ir
Beautiful hello, beautiful hello, beautiful hello hello hello! "Arkan, finishing his singing, slams the magic staff against the cliff's ground, exploding wooden spears that have passed through his enemies.
"This was Bella ciao, an Italian folk song, according to some belonging to some groups of the Resistance." Arkan declared, turning and returning to the cliff top, letting the monster carcasses crumble on their own.
"Adonai, you know how to entertain a woman with your singing and your moves!" She complimented the Key of Sephiroth, in a joyful tone, appreciating every moment of violent musical madness he saw.
"Kyrios, a wise man once said: Your Guardian Angel is by your side and helps you be assertive and stand up despite the stresses of your life.
In your case the Guardian Angel is going over the top by helping you do such stunts even in the most desperate situations. "Ilias said, berating his master for his eccentric behavior, even though it was the coolest thing he heard from. when they arrived in the Realm of Darkness.
The Sorcerer has completely stopped, Ilias's words have set all the wheels of the steampunk clock in Arkan's head in motion.
" Guardian angel !" He exclaimed Arkan aloud, with a big devilish smile and a crazy glint in his eyes.
"I've seen that smile before, I don't promise anything good." Sora commented, knowing Arkan well enough to know that he just had a flash of mad genius that he could fix the problem or make it much worse.
"You're about to do a reckless act that many might call pure suicide, aren't you?" Ilias asked, in a worried tone, imagining dozens of grotesque scenarios with a bad end.
"It's not suicide if I don't die." Arkan replied, not knowing whether to appreciate or despise Ilias's concern for him.
"I could hurt you very much or even kill you! For once I could value my life!" Ilias shouted, wholeheartedly hating Arkan's lack of concern for his own safety.
"We all have to die. That's what I sing about: the fact that I'm alive. And the fact that my newly devised plan will work wonders. To life and freedom!" Arkan exclaimed aloud, clapping his hands to the dance rhythm, preparing to sing again: Bella Ciao.
"At this moment I regret having shown you, La casa de papel." Ilias murmured in a low voice, acknowledging that the first sentence comes from Berlin, one of the protagonists of the casa de papel.
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After making one last chant, Arkan has decided to put his plan into action as soon as possible before it is interrupted again.
"This place can bend me, but I don't break. Today I escape or die trying." He muttered Arkan, returning calm and stoic after his little musical outburst.
"Alphonse, Stephanie, Sora, Ilias, Judecca and all the others, listen to me very well. These could be my last orders as your master." Arkan stated, in a deadly serious tone, preparing for both the success and failure of his next move.
"First order. If I die and you don't, I want you to do all you can to get home and say this message:
Luz, Amity, Eda, Lily, Camila, Woz, King and the rest of my friends, I want you to continue your life without me.
I am aware that sooner or later my lifestyle would kill me, so I have prepared a will and personal letters for each of you.
The material is located in the basement of the Owl House in a red chest. "This was Arkan's message in the case of his passing, a short goodbye and a note to find personal letters for each of his friends.
"Second order. If I die, recognize Luz and Amity as your new masters, you will do everything in your power to protect them, this also applies to their descendants." Arkan stated, expressing a desire to leave one last form of protection for his favorite couple.
"Third order. Neither of you can interfere in any way with what I am about to do.
I understand that my future actions will have lasting, possibly irreversible consequences that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
But my heart tells me it is better to die on your feet than to rot in this realm, fighting a futile battle with no purpose. "Arkan said, delivering an order that prevents his sentient artifacts and summons from doing something to keep him from attempting to escape. from the Realm of Darkness, using its questionable methods.
"The Game is Afoot." He muttered Arkan, starting to use a specific type of his magic.
Circuit-like symbols of fluorescent blue appeared on the hands, a magical seal appeared on both backs of the hands.
"Isn't this your space-time seal for sealing off the most dangerous items you've recovered during your various adventures?" Ilias asked, in a worried tone, capable only of asking questions and nothing else due to previous orders.
Ilias is starting to break out in a cold sweat, having a vague idea of the kind of objects that have been sealed in this way.
The rest of the sentient grimoires and summons are also not at ease knowing what Arkan wants to come up with and use.
The kind of weapon that in the right circumstances can destroy a city or experience a catastrophe comparable to a full-scale pandemic.
Arkan does not answer the question of his second Grimoire, instead he took a deep breath, closes his eyes and joins his hands, connecting the two seals.
"And war broke out in heaven: Michael and his angels battled with the dragon, and the dragon and its angels battled but it did not prevail, neither was a place found for them any longer in heaven. So down the great dragon was hurled, the original serpent, the one called Devil and Satan, who is misleading the entire inhabited earth; he was hurled down to the earth, and his angels were hurled down with him. Revelation 12: 7-9, The Bible. " Arkan recited a biblical verse, the code word to bring out the most dangerous object of his personal pandora box.
When the young sorcerer separated his hands, the two magical seals on the palms shone entirely for a second, shooting a light back, pulling a small glass box with an ancient coin inside out of a safe.
"Blackened Denarius!" Stephanie, Sora and Ilias shouted simultaneously, each expressing a mix of horror, fear and concern at the sight of the ancient coin.
"Kyrios, I feel homesick too and long to get out of the Realm of Darkness.
You have to understand what you are about to do can destroy you, maybe not right away, but over time that coin can ruin you in unspeakable ways.
I beg you to change your mind! "Ilias said, if she could take a human form she would have fallen to her knees and begged and made any kind of promise to keep Arkan from just touching that coin.
"Meister, I understand that we are in a very bad situation and you don't think you have another middle ground. Just tell me you understand what you want to get involved with!" Sora exclaimed, taking her calm and tranquility for once, expressing only concerns about Arkan.
"Blackened Denarius are said to be the pieces of silver given to Judas Iscariot in exchange for his betrayal of Jesus. Of the thirty coins, eleven are currently believed to be in the possession of the church.
Each coin carried by the Pentacles contains the trapped spirit of a fallen angel.
Whoever touches the coins is contaminated by the interior Fallen, tempted and empowered; the Fallen guide the mortal deeper and deeper into his influence until eventually they surrender enough to allow the Fallen to take control. "Arkan said, giving a solid gun explanation of what the Blackened Denarius are, their level of danger and the enormous risk of corruption that it entails.
"Adonai, I have never been a good and upright woman, on the contrary I am selfish, frugal and hedonist.
But if I agree with Ilias and Sora too, it means what you are about to do is really bad. "Stephanie also expressed her honest opinion on how she views Arkan's move.
"To hear that all three of you agree and care about me is touching. I don't want to use the Blackened Denarius, I have to." Arkan stated, with a bittersweet smile, appreciating hearing his trinity of Grimoires standing on the same side, even if he has to play his own life to do so.
"Adonai, you want to risk everything you are for the simple possibility of getting out of the Realm of Darkness!" She yelled Stephanie, sounding like a young mistress who doesn't want her loved one to go to war and leave her alone.
"If a painter told you that he has three years left to live, would you ask him to stop painting?" Arkan asked suddenly, taking over the discussion.
"If you were Michelangelo's friends, would you have told the master to stop sculpting his David and take a safer and healthier path !?" Arkan asked aloud.
"No, of course not. You would have said: Come on, Michelangelo, continue to do your passion!" Arkan exclaimed, clenching his fists, manifesting a fire in his gaze.
"A painter? A poet? A Detective Occult? A hero? It's the same thing." Gentlemen. My passion is fighting evil and saving lives! "Arkan declared, raising his arms to the sky, playing completely at him from his monologue.
"If I have to choose to live a hundred years without my passion or to live a day of happiness, I would choose to die at sunset doing what I love!
This cursed coin is the means by which I will be able to return to the scene and continue my art! "Arkan shouted, opening his heart, showing his unshakable summons.
Stephanie, Sora and Ilias on hearing this answer, I understand that Arkan is well aware of what he wants to play with and unfortunately there is nothing I can do to change their minds.
Silence reigns over the cliff for a brief moment.
The Grimoires remain silent and the Sorcerer regroups, ready to continue his plan.
"I dream and wake up on the verge of my deceit. I take my breath away and know that he is waiting for me. I hear the echo of his words and the end can no longer wait. Into the dark I will throw myself!" Arkan said, leaving the exact words to get the glass box opened.
"You used the lines from Giorgio Vanni's song for the Death Note theme as a password. You're a nerd of the highest kind." Stephanie commented, trying to lift the mood. Incredibly difficult thing to do when one is preparing to negotiate with one of the Devil's lieutenants.
The Young Sorcerer looked at the Blackened Denarius, his appearance belies enormous power, few would believe that an ancient silver coin just under a quarter could contain the essence of a fallen celestial being.
One side of the coin shows the ancient portrait, possibly in the profile of a man. The opposite side to a kind of mark hidden under a rune-shaped stain that resembles an OOO, which could mean beyond infinity.
"The genius and the demon get dirty with ink. Destiny has chosen me and there is no return. There is an idea that touches my mind, a new world and my light will shine. Nothing will stop me. " Arkan recited, grabbing the coin with his left hand, taking a road with no way back.
Temporarily the mystical bond between Arkan and his collaborators has vanished without a trace, leaving the sorcerer completely alone to proceed with his plan.
In the next instant, Arkan felt a stinging shock rise on his arm, spreading throughout his body.
The Young Sorcerer gets the sudden, intangible impression that someone nearby was waking up from a nap and stretching.
When a pair of invisible eyes stare deep into his soul, his left hand begins to tremble, almost dropping the grip on his hand.
"Don't you dare to paint me as a cowardly race of Bijū sealed in a coin!
I am Arkan, the most powerful sorcerer of his generation, the Future King of Wizards! "Arkan shouted, letting out a fierce rage, tightening his hand tightly around the Blackened Denarius.
SMASH!
Arkan hit the ground with a punch so hard it created a small crater.
After this little show of willpower, the blackened seal of the Fallen Angel appeared before Arkan's eyes, showing that the entity seals within the Blackened Denarius has fully awakened, devoting its full attention to the young sorcerer.
Arkan's mind and / or soul sensed a metaphysical door opening and slowly slipping inside him.
Slowly, he begins to hear something, an ever-changing voice that whispers almost imperceptibly.
Simultaneously the ancient coin emits a sparkle of red-orange light, the seal in the shape of OOO shines more.
"You did your entrance theatrical show, now you can come out, I want to negotiate face to face with you, Angelo Caduto!" He demanded Arkan, in an authoritative voice, wanting to get straight to the point and get an acceptable deal with his new roommate.
The fallen celestial entity has decided to make a dramatic appearance, perhaps to upset Arkan or because he likes to do things in a big way.
Arkan's shadow began to tremble wildly, widening to a perfect circle.
The shadow has turned into a puddle of black oil as the night, slowly the puddle has begun to boil creating air bubbles and streaks of smoke.
'Interestingly, my eyes see a show straight out of a Class B horror movie.
But my nose does not smell of boiled oil, this also applies to my thermal sense, no real temperature change. ' Arkan thought, folding his arms, silently observing what is happening, curious how this scenario will end.
Without warning a sad and dramatic melody begins to play, with each passing second instruments, violins, cello, flutes, drums etc are added
An orchestra of skeletons emerge from the puddle, playing their musical instrument in a mistral way, this looks like the work of a necromancer combined with a crazed musician.
The whole orchestra of skeletons positioned in the shape of a semicircle, facing Arkan, begins to accelerate the rhythm of the music.
In the center of the orchestra, seven meters away from Arkan, an elegant Egyptian-style sarcophagus decorated with Christian symbols emerges from the puddle.
TAM-TAM-TAM!
The sound of trumpets and drums synchronizes with the opening of the bar, revealing an infinite darkness with two large silver eyes.
"If you dance with the devil, the devil doesn't change. It's the devil who changes you." She declared a melodic female voice, the kind of voice that should belong to a siren or a muse however beautiful it sounds.
The fallen angel pops out of the bar, revealing the aspect he has chosen especially for Arkan.
Its appearance is mainly humanoid and female, reminiscent of a Monster-Girl or a sexy alien, surely this shape was created to be attractive and stimulates Arkan's exotic tastes.
If you have to give them an age, it would be somewhere in the early 20s.
A very tall woman 185cm, possessing a slender and well endowed body, her three sizes are B94 / W62 / H90.
Her skin is beige in color without the slightest sign of a wrinkle, giving the impression of being smoother than the silk itself.
Her face inspires an elegant and maternal air, instead of possessing the inhuman beauty typical of a supernatural creature or the mathematically precise beauty of a homunculus.
She possesses a more royal beauty, a very pretty girl who can easily pass off as a loving older sister or an attractive girl with a particularly large wealth on hand.
Her "normal" beauty has been framed with imaginative features that make her a kind of fairytale princess.
Perhaps it was intentional, a human beauty made fairytale by small exotic elements, a combination of normality and supernatural.
Its large eyes have six-pointed star-shaped pupils that are glacial blue surrounded by a silver iris. Pair with thick, black lashes, both at the top and at the bottom.
Its ears start out like normal human ears, only longer and end in the shape of bat wings.
Her broad smile shows a mouth full of sharp white teeth.
She has long dark blue hair, with lighter blonde highlights, which is tied in a low, double-banded ponytail. Her blue fringe twists to her left with a curl.
She wears a dark blue fancy dress made with black laces, open at the back and front, to which most of her beige skin is exposed.
The dress was chosen for two reasons, seduction and functional.
The seduction part is easy to understand when you see such beauty in a dress that shows so much.
The functionality part is only understood when one calculates the most obvious exotic traits of this beauty, large bat-like wings coming out of her body and a tail.
A pair of dark blue wings with different shades of blue come out from the shoulder area, under the shoulder blade and the back around the waist. A set of two bat wings of different sizes and shapes for three different areas of the body for a total of six wings.
Finally, a long, thin silver tail that resembles the body of a millipede comes out of the bone / coccyx area.
She also wears a pair of purple gloves that have petal-shaped cuffs, along with long black ribbons that wrap around her arms, coming to an end just enough to be able to show off a complex runic tattoo located on both shoulders.
She wears a beautiful ballet tutu in brilliant hues that looks like it is made of peacock feathers, the semi-sheer jumpsuit reaches to the knees.
Her feet are covered in silver ballet slippers covered in diamond dust.
Oddly, the only accessory that looks out of place from her fairytale image of a princess ballerina of the night are old aviator goggles that appear to have been well maintained and kept around her neck.
"My dear little angel, I must admit I enjoy your little entrance show." Arkan said, delivering heartfelt applause to the entity disguised as a dancer who performed in front of him.
"I am delighted that you enjoyed my show.
As a celestial being, my true form, which I had to disguise due to the fragility of your dull senses, is the size of your Chrysler building.
My real voice would make you deaf. My real face would make you blind. Truly appreciating my grace would make you dead. "He declared the fallen angel, dancing with unnatural grace towards Arkan, as if the whole kingdom were his stage.
The Young Sorcerer instead of seeming intimidated by the declaration of the Fallen Angel seems to be intrigued or even amused by his attitude.
"You are an interesting creature, during my tenure as Detective Occult I managed to meet a bunch of kinky girls.
But you, my dear little angel, deserve a place of honor, a Monster-girl with vampire bat features, dressed as a ballerina princess, with an entire orchestra and an illusory stage to accompany you.
You don't see such a show every day. "Arkan said, confident to put this bout in the top 10 most extravagant presentations of his life.
"You must feel honored, well over eight hundred years have passed since someone had the privilege of seeing my artistic performance.
If I remember correctly the last lucky one to see me at the opera was a certain alchemist named Gara. "The fallen angel muttered, speaking to herself, forgetting for a moment everything except her next dance move.
"You, what will you be for me?" She asked the fallen angel, taking a step forward, looking straight into Arkan's golden eyes.
Celestial silver meets eden gold, eight hundred year old sealed Fallen Angel and a captive Sorcerer in the Realm of Darkness, this is going to be an interesting couple dance.
"You, who granted me the opportunity to perform again, what will you ever be?
A simple spectator in the grandstand, a companion for my show, the manager who will take my talent to the next level or the rare co-writer? "Asked the fallen angel, not taking his eyes off Arkan, wanting to understand what kind of person he is. is comparing.
"If you are trying to read the depths of my mind and soul you will have to try harder." Arkan said, tapping his finger lightly against his forehead.
"You have to be pretty smart if you can screen your thoughts so that they are mostly incomprehensible." She commented on the fallen angel, smiling slowly, pleasantly surprised by this information.
"Maybe you can be a celestial creature, but you function as a psychic entity anchored and connected to my mind. In short, you live in my head. And you know what I know." Arkan said, having already faced entities acting on the astral / mental plane in the past, forcing him to develop methods for dealing with this type of enemies.
"It's a relief not to have to waste my energy on an exclusive show for a simple man.
You're right, I currently exist in your what you see. Feel what you feel. I learn what you learn ... and even a little more. "Said the Fallen Angel, confirming Arkan's hypothesis.
"Before going on with business, please can you give me the pleasure of knowing your name." He kindly asked Arkan, trying to be civil, wanting to start this long relationship of collaboration / cohabitation with the right step.
If such a thing is truly possible with a Fallen Angel who has moved into the soul / mind of a Sorcerer with a hero and Sherlock Holmes complex.
"I like you more and more, surely you are a Manager." He said the fallen angel, deciding that Arkan currently deserves the position of manager, the one who can allow the celestial being to perform to the fullest of his abilities.
"Even if you have made a good first impression, you have not yet proved your worth to receive such an honor.
You'll have to settle for my stage name, Ailes Sieben Schläger Wahnsinn. "The fallen angel declared, running his hand through her hair, pronouncing her name with a watch as if she were the most important woman in the world.
'A long pompous name, perfect for such a character.' Arkan thought, sure this stage name fits Ailes perfectly.
"If this beautiful name is too complex, I give you the privilege of using this short nickname, Sunstar." Ailes said, deciding to be friendly to Arkan, wanting to keep things civil and at his level of professionalism ... for the time being.
"My stage name is Arkan, that's a lot of things, mainly works as Detective Occult, Sorcerer, Scientist, Artist and occasionally businessman." Arkan said, making his own introduction, granting his nickname and higher paid professions than him.
"Now that we're done with the pleasantries, we can discuss our professional relationship.
Actually, I was looking forward to meeting you. You're a lot more interesting than I've been told. "Ailes said, with a beautiful smile on his face that could melt the senses of many men and as many women.
"You are very beautiful, normally humanoid and female demons tend to take on a completely different sensual beauty type." Arkan said, unable to help but observe that Ailes possesses a different aura and appearance from succubus and other female demons.
"Please keep in mind that I haven't always been a resident of hell. I moved there." Ailes stated, making Arkan remember where the Monster-girl beauty came from.
"Do you consider it necessary to make a change of dress, maybe make me grow white feathers on my wings? A harp? A golden halo?" Ailes said, in a joking tone, referencing the classic image of a benevolent angel.
"Why do you ask me that?" He asked Arkan, raising an eyebrow, not expecting such a question.
"Because I'm a professional actress. It costs me nothing to change my costume and look to get a more pleasing look for my audience and my manager." Ailes said, continuing to consider herself an artist.
"Although I must admit I find this particular fairytale-like woman form enjoyable. This is the first time I've done a show for a Teratophilia." Ailes stated, running his hand slowly across her hips, flapping her six bat wings and slowly moving her tail gracefully.
"I thought you couldn't be able to read my thoughts?" Arkan asked, sure he had a good enough mental defense to annoy even an Omega-level Telepath.
"You are capable of shielding your thoughts, most of your memory and knowledge. But you cannot do the same with your desires and impulses." Ailes declared, with a mischievous smile, approaching with thanks to Arkan.
"Someone with a penchant for dancers, older women, with long hair and ... exotic features of the most mystical and deadly kind." Ailes said, with a seductive smile, placing a finger on Arkan's chest and slowly drawing a heart.
The Sorcerer didn't waste a second to slap Ailes' hand.
"A pretty face and knowing my fetishes are not enough to seduce me!" Arkan said aloud, not appreciating being touched and having his privacy violated.
"I don't know if I should feel insulted or intrigued, it's the first time a man has rejected me in this way." Ailes said, with a surprised look on his face, starting to look at Arkan more carefully.
"There is always a first time for everything." Arkan said, folding his arms, having a hunch that he deals with Ailes will be a difficult task, but in a completely different way than he expected.
"You are an intriguing man, I think the co-author role suits you best, I will take you under my wing and make you the greatest artist in the world." Ailes stated, deciding to hand Arkan a more intimate and private position in his future art projects.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Arkan asked, still not having understood how Ailes' mind works or what it's like to be his co-author.
"May I do you very good." Ailes said, with a seductive smile, flapping his six vampire bat wings.
"I have the knowledge and memory of twelve hundred years of life in this world and countless thousands outside of it. I know many things that could be useful to you. I can advise you.
Teach you the secrets of your trade never known to mortals. Show yourself sights that no human has ever seen. Share with you the memory and image beyond anything you can imagine. "Ailes made his offer to take Arkan under his wing, promising knowledge and power beyond human reach.
"I pulled you out of your coin to make a mutually benevolent deal. Not to accept the first offer to bribe and enslave me." Arkan replied, not accepting Ailes' proposal to become his Manager or even his co-author.
The fallen angel pursed his lips, a thoughtful expression.
"Is that what you think I want? A slave?" Ailes asked, with a hurt expression, as if her best friend accused her of committing a terrible crime.
"I have seen closely how you work, Blackened Denarius with your fellow humans or should I say broken puppets." Arkan said, having a vivid image of a broken man being held captive in his body and mind by a Fallen Angel.
"You're referring to Ursiel's former guest, aren't you?" Ailes said, figuring out who Arkan is talking about.
"Yes. He was crazy. Broken. I'm not anxious to end up in his position." Arkan said, having no trouble finding the words to describe that man.
Ailes rolls his eyes.
"Oh please. Ursiel is a brainless thug. He doesn't care what happens to the holder of his coin, as long as he can taste blood as often as possible. I don't operate that way." Ailes said, in a proud tone, putting a hand to his chest.
"Maybe yes, maybe not, I'm still trying to understand what kind of person you are and how you operate." Arkan said, expecting to get to know Ailes better before passing judgment on her, but that doesn't mean he won't be cautious and ready to defend himself against her.
The ballerina with six wings blinks, completely surprised by Arkan's words.
"There is no such thing as absolute good or pure evil. But there are always anomalies, demons with hearts of gold and angels with black feathers.
You could be sincere and the most civilized of the Blackened Denarius or it is a farce to take control over me. Time will answer my questions. "Arkan said, expressing a small fraction of his beliefs, offering the benefit of the doubt to the ballerina with six vampire bat wings.
"Finally, I meet an open-minded human being!" Ailes exclaimed, in a joyful tone, raising his head and arms in the air, savoring the moment.
"You are right to be careful with me.
Some of my relatives prefer domination in their dealings with mortals.
The wisest of us, however, find mutual cooperation to be much more practical and beneficial to both parties. You've seen something of how Nicodemus works with Anduriel, haven't you? "Ailes said, mentioning the best working relationship between a mortal and a Fallen Angel.
"Putting aside the resentments and hostilities against Nicodemus Archleone and Anduriel, I have to grudgingly admit that they are an extremely difficult couple to fight." Arkan said, grimacing on his face, having a little hard time saying something nice about a nihilistic man who wanted to create a magical plague and kill the entire population of New York City and beyond.
"You have fought against a perfect partnership between a human and one of my species, you have to understand what I want to offer." Ailes said, trying to get Arkan's coloring in order to truly be freedom again, without Arkan's explicit permission she will be stuck in his mind like a psychic ghost or worse return inside his coin.
"Here is a philosophical way to reject your proposal: No one is free unless he is his own master." Arkan said, not accepting Ailes' first or second offer. The Sorcerer does not want to accept a deal, he wants to offer a deal to the Fallen Angel.
"I understand your refusal to allow another to control your life. It is a poisonous and repugnant idea to think of someone who would dictate your every move, impose a code of behavior on you that you could not accept and refuse to give you the choice, 'expression and pursuit of the purpose of your heart. " Ailes declared, in a sincere tone, expressing her opinion on freedom and his own hatred on being bossed around by someone.
Arkan doesn't answer, he just nods his head.
Ailes grins kindly as Arkan seems to hear and appreciate his words.
"Then believe me when I say I know exactly how you feel. All the Fallen know." Ailes said, solemnly, surely not everything in heaven is pink and honey.
"We have this in common, in fact we have more in common than you think, Arkan." Ailes stated, pronouncing the sorcerer's name for the first time.
"You have no reason to believe me, but consider for a moment the possibility that I am sincere in my offer. I could do a lot to help you and you could go on living your life on your own terms, and according to your own values. I could help you. to be ten times the strength of the good you already are. " He proposed Ailes, changing the angle of his proposal, promising this time pure freedom and the ability to help people in so many ways using the knowledge of a celestial being.
"A face and an angelic voice. This proposition manages to get my attention. I am a miser of knowledge and a suicidal madman with a chronic hero complex." Arkan said, seeming much more reticent about this proposal.
Ailes' smile grows out of all proportion, feeling almost on the verge of making a deal with Arkan.
"But there's a small problem. Power. I already have more than I'm comfortable with." Arkan stated, not wanting to gain more power, being content with what he currently has, having a good idea of what happens when someone gains too much power in a short period of time or is not ready for such power.
"What is the main reason why you, of all people, are capable of handling it responsibly." He told Ailes, trying to convince Arkan that he is capable of handling the power offered.
"Maybe yes, maybe not. To quote Pittaco: If you want to know the true nature of a man, you have to give him great power." Arkan replied, again refusing Ailes' prosta.
Yet another refusal instead of angering Ailes causes a completely different reaction.
" Fascinating." She exclaimed Ailes, with an intriguing smile on her face, finding it pleasantly surprised to be rejected.
"I'm not glamorous. I am who I am. It's not perfect, but it's mine. I'm not accepting your agreements." Arkan said, refusing the compliment of the six-winged dancer.
Ailes nodded, his expression thoughtful.
"You are cautious in dealing with me and those like me, and for good reason. I don't think I would have had any lasting respect for you if you had accepted my offer at face value, even if it is genuine.
I admire your will. Your challenge. Being something of a rebel, I think we could form a strong partnership, given the time to develop it. "Ailes declared, still smiling, accepting that for the moment he will not be able to make any proposals to Arkan.
"When you're in hell only the devil can help you. Now it's my turn to make a proposal." Arkan said in a serious tone, preparing to start negotiations.
Ailes remains silent and simply smiles kindly, listening to what Arkan wants to tell.
"I find myself a prisoner in this remote place and you are my exit ticket." Arkan said, wanting to start the discussion by making clear his current goals.
Ailes smile has grown even bigger than before, liking what he's hearing.
"Ailes, do you know where we are?" Arkan asked, wanting to know how much information the fallen angel has.
Did the fallen angel in his last 800 years of captivity inside Blackened Denarius have a chance to see what happens around the coin or was he left in the dark and isolated from the rest of the world until Arkan pulled it out?
"In a barren desert with no great light or acoustics ..." Ailes is about to list more unflattering words about this place. But he manages to notice that there is something wrong with the place he is in here.
Slowly, Ailes begins to look around and access the "public information" in Arkan's head to figure out where exactly they are.
"This is not Earth, Heaven or Hell. How did you end up in this closet for failed interpreters !?" Ailes exclaimed aloud, putting aside her good manners and her aristocratic attitude.
"Simple, during Halloween Night Samael wanted to bring his legions of hell to Earth. I managed to stop his nefarious plan.
My reward for this stunt, exile in the Realm of Darkness. "Arkan said, with a bitter tone, giving a fairly brief overview of how he got to this endless monster-filled wasteland.
Too bad that even so little is enough for a creature like Ailes to have a close look at the construction and fall of Rome.
Ailes is about to open his mouth to say something, but Arkan won't let them speak.
"Let me summarize the situation for you. We're both stuck in purgatory, if I can't get out of here, I'll die sooner or later.
When my end comes, you will be imprisoned in the Realm of Darkness for eternity without a second pomace to stand on the real stage.
Ailes, Sunstar or whatever you want to be called, you are an Angel, Fallen or not.
Angels can only enter the bodies of humans strong enough to contain their power. "Arkan stated the bare facts, Angels unlike many mystical entities can only gain control of humans who agree with the idea and have given their explicit permission.
"I am the only human abomination strong and crazy enough in the entire Realm of Darkness to make a deal with you." Arkan stated, slapping his hand on his chest, highlighting the fact that she is the only ship available to Ailes.
"My little angel, you have only two choices. You can live with me or die with me." Arkan stated, standing in front of Ailes, looking her straight in her eyes, hinting that there are only two options with him.
"Human beings are so ... interesting." She said Ailes, starting to giggle, feeling amused and delighted by Arkan's monologue.
"I just realized that you will occupy multiple roles in my production: Co-author, Manager, Writer, Director, Actor.
I feel my soul burning like not mine, this collaboration will be my masterpiece! "Ailes said, with a mischievous smile, flapping his wings strongly, feeling stimulated to return to the scene.
"In a nutshell, here's my offer: Let's run away from this place together, then see how this strange relationship of ours will turn out." Arkan said, confident that Ailes will accept his offer, having everything to lose if he rejects his business offer.
"I will be the star, the set designer and artistic consultant of your work, only this time I will do this work for free. After that you will have to pay for any of my services." Ailes said, turning to Arkan, holding out his hand.
"An acceptable deal, we work together to get out, then we fight to see who will lead this walking play." Arkan declared, shaking Ailes' hand, ending his first pact with the fallen angel.
At that moment Ailes was able to glimpse through every protection and fleece that hides Arkan's most exotic and unnatural traits, even those that Arkan himself does not know.
The Blackened Denarius resting in Arkan's left hand emitted a magical glow in response to the perceived presence within the young sorcerer.
And it was then that such an unlikely event happened that it can be likened to a miracle.
Ailes' celestial touch, combined with the stored elongated stress and awareness of being locked away for eternity in the Realm of Darkness, created a demand for freedom that echoed in Arkan's heart, mind and soul ...
... A spark in his long dormant and forgotten heart ignited again in response to this request. A power that has awakened and caught fire.
" What is going on !?" Arkan asked, in a rare alarming tone, placing a hand over his heart, managing to sense an unparalleled fire igniting.
"Every universe in the world includes a plane of existence, and the union of all known and possibly unknown planes comprises the Multiverse.
Now, for every plane in the Multiverse, one in a million people have something called 'the spark'.
The number of people who can ignite this spark is even less, enough that I can count on my hands, but those who become Planeswalkers, the most powerful wizards who ever lived. "Ailes explained, in a captivating tone with a maniacal smile.
The fallen angel can't believe his lucky one, his new co-worker is a Planeswalker, this opens up so many possibilities ...
Arkan did not have time to ask further questions, as the awakened power took over.
The Young Sorcerer heard something else ... he heard the sound of a crystal toll, cold and clear as frozen water, and loud as the rumble and crash of thunder.
The world wrapped around Arkan in a crown of color and light and stretched outward like the branches of a tree and ...
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Then he blinks and looks around, confused as ever in life.
Arkan suddenly finds himself in a bustling city and the first thing he saw was a ...
A portly creature with the features and horns of a bull stood several feet away, and was clad in red, gold, and white armor with a large sword sheathed at its side.
At the moment he is furiously gesticulating and quarreling with a slender person with pointy ears, bright eyes, and whose second pair of chitin-coated arms each ended in large crustacean claws.
Arkan looked up at a star-filled night sky, holding two beautiful moons.
"Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." He muttered Arkan in a low voice, unable to stop himself from making this famous quote.
Then the Young Sorcerer slowly shook his head, shifting his attention to an ecstatic Ailes.
"Did you say anything about the Multiverse, Sparks and Planeswalker?" Arkan asked, hoping to get a sixty answer on what's going on. Even if he doesn't get an immediate response, he at least has managed to break out of the Realm of Darkness.
"We are in a very distant place, it would do a very long walking show until we get back to our home plane." Ailes replied, continuing to look around, they love to see new horizons.
The fallen angel is right.
They are not found in the Realm of Darkness nor in a kingdom known by Arkan as Asgard or Boiling Isles.
Arkan rediscovered a power from the period before his amnesia, before meeting Luz Noceda and the Boiling Isles.
The Young Sorcerer had traveled the planes. He is now on Ravnica and will have to make a long journey back home.
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In a very distant place on its own Plane.
A book snapped shut and the cover read: Spark's Ignition.
The book is answered on a gilded shelf, containing a small collection of very particular books.
The first two books are quite large and voluminous.
The first book is titled: The Celestial House - The Beginning: The Hero, The Witch and The Owl
The second book is titled: The Celestial House - The Rebellion: A New Trinity
The next books are smaller and more numerous belonging to a series with the name: The Owl Files.
There are still many other books but their titles and their form are constantly changing, as if their fate has not yet been decided.
The person who placed the book is wearing a gray-black coat and a red scarf around his neck.
His hair is parted to the side and colored black, it seems of Asian origin, and behind him you can hear the rhythmic ticking of several clocks.
"This is a short story, but essential for the development of my Waga Maou.
Isolated from all his servants and allies, he was forced to invoke the presence of the Fallen Angel, Ailes.
The angelic presence has awakened a long dormant power within my Waga Maou, with its awakened spark it will begin a journey that will lead it to reach new heights of greatness. "Declared the man dressed in gray walking in the darkness while several windows they opened up and revealed scenes of what had already happened.
"Oh, how rude of me, I've never introduced myself, have I?" He said the man dressed in gray, with an apologetic tone.
The man turned and bowed and said, "My name is Gray Woz. And I can't wait for the day when we meet again. Goodbye for now." He stated Gray Woz, grabbing a new book titled: The Celestial House-Heart Tales: Gathering and Keyblade
Gray Woz opening the book in his hand, and several pages fluttered out of it and swirled around him until he was out of sight ...
The End
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Planeswalker Spark (Free) (Magic the Gathering - Iconics):The post-Mending Planeswalker Spark, not the pre-Mending Jumper Spark. This is the Spark of the MtG universe, and your own Planeswalker Spark has ignited. Due to this your ability to understand and mold Mana becomes incredibly intuitive such that your potential far exceeds all mortal spellcasters. You know the basics of summoning creatures that you have a connection with, creating new creatures from mana, casting spells, and forming contracts with higher powers for boosts to your capabilities. As a new Planeswalker, your current capacity to use Mana starts at 5 motes of Mana before incurring Mana Burn. This will easily grow to 10 motes of Mana within a year and from there, given thorough magical research, you will be able to sustain an additional mote of Mana per year of study. Mana is generated from Lands, of which you can bond to one after half a week. Lastly, as a Planeswalker you can of course travel the multiverse. In a ritual requiring at least three motes of Mana and six hours of mental preparation, you can take with you anything on your person. This can be trained to have a lower cost and mental preparation time. In addition, you can instead Planeswalk instantly when following someone in the immediate wake of an interdimensional jump. When navigating between planes you can either go to a plane randomly or go to a plane you know or one you have seen by visualizing it in your ability is limited to the local multiverse until you ignite your Jumper Spark, ascending you to the level of a Pre-Mending Planeswalker.
