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-------------🌑------------- "All viscets have a magic, it's special type of magic, one that can't be tapped into like most other magics. It is M̢̮͇͇͇͍̟̬͇̥͓̜͓͔̦̼ỳ̵̡̙̭̠̺̩̱͙͕̜̝͞a̛̛̗̺̟, though we commonly call it "life magic" as everything has it, including gods and goddesses."A small dark grey viscet with vibrant green eyes raised his hand.
"Yes Tievel?" The teacher asked politely.
"Really? Everything and everyone has it?"
The teacher stood still for a second before continuing, "Well Tievel, you have a point, the only two things that don't have it are cupids and demons, though no one knows why they don't have it. Some people also have powerful enough magic to steal M̢̮͇͇͇͍̟̬͇̥͓̜͓͔̦̼ỳ̵̡̙̭̠̺̩̱͙͕̜̝͞a̛̛̗̺̟, and the creatures eyes will turn a grayish white, poor things. Class dismissed!"
-------------🌑-------------Many Years Later
Tievel hated thieving, but he had to do it. Tievel remembered the times past, when he was just a little viscetling with more curiosity then was healthy, and his teacher whom he though was the best teacher a viscet could have. As much as he didn't want to rob or steal, Seven Stars is not a kind queendom to grow up in. Tievel walked past a stand, red and green splotched fall apples nearly glowing in the dying light of a beautiful Odriarene sunset. One paw reached out from the cloak, snatching a smooth apple as he strode away without a sound...
Sitting atop the roof of the small inn where he slept, Tievel watched the viscets bustle by in the dusty cobblestone streets, trying to find there way him in the maze of stands and shops. Tievel took another bite of the apple, his ears swiveling as he heard his name being called down below.
"Tievel. You theif!" A voice hissed from below as he glaced down at noticed the brown viscet in the alley in front of him, the belt and sword of a royal town guard around its waist.
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He backed up, trying to get higher on the roof so he could find the attic trapdoor and slip back inside in the inn, but as he turned over to crawl up the roof he slid dangerously backwards, as he had been sitting on his cloak and now it would be the thing that could lead to his doom. He slid down the roof, a tangle of black cloak and scruffy grey fur, the guard below him eyes widen as they saw this viscet plummeting towards them. Tievel hit the dusty cobbles with a thud, and his world dimmed to dark.
Tievel sat up, paws cuffed in shimmering bronze shackles, and as he turned his eyes upwards, he was surprised to be met by the gold and purple ringed eyes of the Queen.
"Well little theif, I'm glad someone helped in your capture, even if we can't give a cloak a reward." She smirked, a horrible smirk, full of fangs and malice. The Queen turned around, addressing someone behind her.
"Yes, that was the deal. You give me-" Her sharp voice went quiet, as if she knew Tievel could listen in. Another viscet walked up from behind the Queen, nothing more then a glowing pair of eyes underneath a thick white cloak that cast dancing shadows across the viscets face. She lay a paw on Tievels head, a thin chant of ancient words flowing from her lips. Tievel closed his eyes, bracing himself for as jolt of pain or the ebbing dark waves of death, but nothing came. He opened his eyes, staring back up at the viscet who know had removed her paw from his head. A large ball of green energy crackled above her paw as she turned back to Queen Midas.
"Here it is. Thank you Midas for you trade." The viscet had an almost sweet voice, but the tone was edged like as blade. She turned back to Tievel.
"Time to go, boy." She cast her arms up, and a wave of burning white and orange flames settled over him.
-------------🌑-------------Tievel awoke, the white cloaked viscet's eyes gleaming down at him. He tossed him a black tunic.
"That over there is your room, this is the underworld, and you belong here now." She tossed the cloak off her head, revealing the fluffy face of the Demon Queen herself. Tievel gasped for a second, quickly grabbing the tunic and dashing into the room she told him was his. After slipping the tunic over his head, he ran over the the silver mirror that hung in the small stone room.
"I'm a mortal! Not a demon, I can't stay here!" Then he was himself. The whites of his eyes were now a inky black, the once stunning green rings of his eyes drained white. His M̢̮͇͇͇͍̟̬͇̥͓̜͓͔̦̼ỳ̵̡̙̭̠̺̩̱͙͕̜̝͞a̛̛̗̺̟ was gone, the only reminders of it the green fog splashed across his pelt. Tievel knew that he would be disgraced by the other demons, as he had gotten the most vital part of any once mortal creature taken away from him. He dug through the drawers in the chest that stood by the small bed, throwing out every roll of bandages in the chest. Tievel hastily wrapped them around his eyes and tail, trying to cover any bit of the hated magic. Tievel quickly ran out of bandages to cover the green swirls, and he sat, exhausted, on the rickedy wooden bed, and slumped into a well needed sleep.
-------------🌑-------------Two years later
"May I be excused my Queen?" He bowed to the scary viscet, bandages still wrapping his body.
"Yes Tievel, thank you. You have been a faithful advisor. Silly to think you were once a mortal..."
