Corruption is Magic

I hate it. I hate it so, damn, much. How can it be this hard to cast magic? I mentally grumble. Like really, I used to have the ability to do things others could only dream of doing. Now though, I am being defeated by DAMN WOOD! The sound of a piano catches my ear as I glare daggers at the wood stack that has given me so much trouble.

“How are the attempts Dear?” Alexander calls out to me from the other room where he is playing said piano I hear.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask me in Twenty.” I quip getting a chuckle in response from the vampire. I feel as if I’m in magic kindergarten, hell edition. I wish I had something more than just trial and error to go on but I guess Alexander doesn’t see that as useful for teaching students. I think hotly. My hand when I outstretch it and aim it like I would with my horn can gather magic but I can never push it out… as if there is a blockage. Like I’m missing a catalyst for the magic to fully come out and form into a spell. Horns however never needed to deal with this issue because it was bone. That meant that the magic freely flowed.

“You know, It is getting late, my Dear. I can make food and we can continue again tomorrow.” Alexander’s usual happy voice calls to me but I don’t answer. I need to figure this out. I need to. Maybe I can get some ideas from others who use magic.

“Alexander, get your ass in here.” I yell, I don’t care if he is my Teacher right now, I have only one true Teacher and I honestly don’t like him. The sound of the piano stopping and his shoes tapping on the floor tell me he is on his way so I turn to the doorway as he comes through it. “Cast some magic.”

“I’m sorry?” He asks but the way he tilts his head and looks at me tells me he has been waiting for this.

“Cast some magic, anything.”

“Hm, alrighty.” He shrugs, with a snap of his fingers the blocks that have proven to be a nuisance jump up into the air and start to float around me. That’s it, I was so stupid. This has to be the biggest oversight I have had to date. I ready my hand with my fingers ready as I send magical energy to my hand, with my breath held I snap my fingers.

Magic

I feel my magic flow out of my fingers then out of my entire hand as the all too familiar magical aura envelops my hand. Looking around I see the wooden blocks now in my magical grip. I’ve done it, I’m doing it. I’ve finally gotten past the blockage! Letting the blocks fall to the ground I yell out with cheers, I prance around whooping and hollering with joy. I can do magic, I can do magic again! Eat that you Incubus fuck! I’m not restricted anymore. I’m gonna find you and kick your ass. I happily chirp in my head as I dance around the room.

“My my, you really are happy.” Alexander laughs, looking at him I see him reach into his suit Jacket and pull an orb causing me to stop my prancing.

“What is that?” I ask.

“Oh this? It is known as an encumbering orb. Catch.” He says as he tosses the orb to me. Snapping my fingers I focus on grabbing the orb in my magic. My magic wraps around the orb but the moment it does I am hit with a sensation of strain on my magic. Grunting, puffing my cheeks, and grinding my teeth I pour more and more magic through my hand and even snap my fingers on the other hand to double the feed. Feeling something wet coming down from my nose I whip the wetness away but the momentary lapse in focus causes the orb to drop to the ground with a thud.

“Hm, you lasted longer than I figured. I must say, you have quite the expansive wellsprings.” Alexander comments as he walks to the orb and lifts it up with his hands.

“W-What… is that?” I rasp as I look at the red on the back of my hand which whipped the wetness away. I have a nose bleed… great.

“It’s a magical power test. I figured you might try to hold on to it as long as possible so it would allow me to see how much weight you can carry and how deep your wellspring goes.” Alexander explains as he examines the orb. As he looks at the orb his face cracks for a second into a face of surprise, rubbing the orb Alexander looks again before shaking it then looking again.

“Everything alright?” I ask, confused as to his uncharacteristic actions. Hearing me he dawns his usual calm smile and nods.

“Oh don’t you worry about me Dear. Now, how about that dinner. I know how to make the best chilly in this neighborhood. I dare say it is to die for.” Alexander laughs as he tosses the orb on to the table in the room. I follow him but as I do I peek at the orb, inside in colorful smoke that reminds me of my current magical aura, is the number eighty thousand followed by an lb. Was that the weight I could handle before I let it go?

“You coming my dear?” Alexander calls out, leaving the orb alone I head into the kitchen where Alexander is. I guess training can finally actually begin.

“So chilly huh? Who taught you this recipe?”

“Ah well you would be surprised to know I met a nice gal when I got here. She was a touch hot headed but she sure knew how to make good food.” Alexander responds as he digs out a pot and sets to work collecting ingredients. “So tell me dear, what do you want to be known for?”

“What do you mean?” Alexander, hearing my question, places the ingredients he holds on the stone counter top of the kitchen and looks at me.

“You have the makings of a Prime evil in you. I want to help foster it. That however means we need to decide what you will be remembered as.” He thinks I could be a Prime Evil? Why does that sound so… good? What do I want to be remembered as? I have no clue…