3 [The Vow - 3]
//Sister Lily smut comin' soon~
I see people like Rebecca so she stays, guess Asta is forever alone then, not like I care... or maybe imma throw him a bone from one of the super obscure girls...//
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Vergil found himself in... a rather strange place to say the least. He knew he was in a dream, after all, where in the real world would you find a place with reality so distorted it looked like the whole world was being reflected off of water? He stood in a... a room, a very fundamental yet fitting description for the place he was in.
To his right was a strange, yet modern-looking bed that was placed behind a window. That window led into an empty white abyss. In the centre of the room was what appeared to be a blue carpet with a small and very low wooden table on it. Besides the best was some manner of a wooden desk, yet Vergil couldn't make sense of any of the objects placed on it. Some manner of... black, glass tablet with another, the much larger box beside it. A typewriter keyboard, and a... ball on a string? He had no idea what he was looking at. On the other side of the room was the door, a simple, brown wooden door. There was also a closet in the room, but it was quite strange in design. Instead of being a separate item, it was... well, it was part of the wall with what Vergil assumed to be a folding wooden door on the front.
On the desk were pictures, beautiful pictures that no painter could paint. On them were faces of people that couldn't be deciphered. Ugly, distorted and inhuman with black scribbled lines covering their faces.
"...What the-"
-FLASH-
A bright flash of light temporarily blinded Vergil before he shot awake, his consciousness returning to his once prone body sitting on the bench outside of the church. The sun had barely risen, and the chilly morning air was still present in the atmosphere. Nobody appears to have noticed his absence... good. Less drama for him to go through...
"Hm?"
Picking up his precious book, having seen the front cover at least a couple of million times, Vergil immediately noticed the new addition of a five-leaf clover on it. He blinked twice, smearing off any tiredness from his eyes by doing so and indeed proving himself correct that there was indeed a clover on the cover of his book...
"...Why... is it a five-leaf clover?"
Actually, thinking back to the previous night... he probably didn't want an answer to that question.
"Never mind."
With a brief yawn, he opened the book to be greeted with... the same thing he had seen and read through a billion times before. Just William Blake's poetry, nothing else. No spells, no magic instructions. Nothing...
"What?"
Vergil frantically turned the pages and, indeed, nothing had changed. His book was still the same, the faint scribble of the beautiful handwriting was still just as faint as before... What manner of witchcraft was this?! Wait... that's it. No, not the witchcraft. But something used for the dark arts... MANA! Remembering how the book reacted the first he poured mana into his hands and touched it with them, Vergil repeated the process. However, this time, the flow of mana going through his body felt much... easier to control. Almost like it was under his will. Completely. He even overdid it, focusing more than 90% of all his mana into just his hands! The book reacted immediately. However, it didn't glow. Instead, the ink on the pages shifted as it floated into the air before a list of magical spells could be deciphered in the long lines of text.
Finally! Vergil had acquired an impressively long list of spells that, given the right circumstance, could land him a spot in the Magic Knights' entourage! A long and extensive list of spells that he... had no idea how to use. Still, he couldn't stop a smile from spreading across his face, a smile that made him look like quite the douchebag. But he didn't care about that. No, instead, he began reading through the list of spells that his... well, he supposed calling it a "grimoire" wouldn't be too far-fetched, provided him.
This... is where he noticed one major red flag, and that was the name of the magic he was supposed to be capable of using. Magic... that he had no idea existed in this form...
"...M-... What the hell is [Mirage Magic]?"
Yes indeed! The magic listed under every spell in the grimoire, that he could see so far, listed the use of something "Mirage Magic", a type of magic he didn't even hear or READ about! And this man spent a LOT of time in the library. So he began flipping the pages, sometimes, there were multiple pages dedicated to just one spell... He did not look forward to learning those...
Wait...
Aren't grimoires supposed to be empty... before the user learns how to cast their magic? Yeah, at least, that's how Vergil remembered it. This is indeed strange. His grimoire should be blank, and yet it provides him information on spells he would have to spend months or even years thinking about... And oh dear lord only 1/3 of the book was full...
"...I like this."
SO MUCH ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT! Now he felt MOTIVATED! But that motivation was short-lived when he remembered that he has to actually learn to how fucking cast his magic in the first place... AND THEN HE BECAME EVEN MORE MOTIVATED! Unfortunately, he didn't find a description for [Mirage Magic] anywhere in the damn grimoire.
"This is a problem... I could definitely use a description for how my magic works..."
Unfortunately for Vergi, such a thing-
"What?"
What? What is happening? An entirely new page had begun to write itself, letters and entire sentences were strewn together in a matter of seconds. A description, from what Vergil could quickly gather, was immediately written in beautiful cursive depicted the usage of... Mirage Magic. His grimoire quite literally provided him with a guide on how to cast and use his magic properly... Now ain't that a nifty lil' thing? Vergil didn't even bother going inside the church to change, no, he wanted to try out his magic. Right. FUCKING. NOW!
{[Mirage Magic]}
{[Extremely fast, extremely simple. Allows for the creation of just about anything you have seen in the past at the cost of mana. Objects created with Mirage Magic resemble themselves in real life, however, do not possess any magical or elemental properties that their real counterparts may possess. Due to the created objects being created from pure mana, they possess no element and can therefore be created almost instantaneously. Advanced users can create a maelstrom of blades, a hurricane of scythe blades. But only a true master can unlock the full potential this power provides.]}
This magic, in Vergil's eyes, looked quite strange for a few simple reasons. The first would probably be that magic spells, which usually focus around creating something, have the word "Creation" in them. However, such didn't seem to be the case here. He assumed the reason to be behind the nature of the magic, as it didn't necessarily allow for much freedom. He could, apparently, make anything he had seen before, or so he assumed. As such, the creation of new designs was not possible. Next, the way the magic was described by the grimoire itself spoke of its hidden potential, potential Vergil didn't quite see yet. Sure, it seemed good and sounded simple enough, but how far would that really get him?
There was only one way to find out.
He began to carefully read the instructions on how to cast it, instructions that were rather simple yet spoke of dire consequences should he get them wrong. As he was quite literally shaping his mana into a physical manifestation of an object, one wrong step can mess with his mana control and fuck him up from the inside.
As the grimoire floated in front of him, Vergil had placed his hands in front of himself in a meditative position, one palm above the other as he began following the book's instructions. First, he flooded his hands with mana, it was almost difficult not to put too much in them with how easy his mana was to control now. Then, he forced it out of his body and began to mould it. As a carpenter, he had seen a few tools in his life, one would think a hammer would be the one he is most familiar with, but the axe hits much closer to home simply because of how frequently he had to use it.
So, Vergil began shaping the blob of blue glowing mana that was floating in front of him to create an exact replica of the axe he was so familiar with. VOILA~ It only took him a minute but the axe was already finished!
Grasping the handle with his hand, Vergil was surprised to feel how light it was, almost as light as a feather. Giving it a few test swings, he found its constitution to be just hard enough to fall apart. Still, it was not too shabby for his first attempt! Gaining confidence he really shouldn't have as a beginner, Vergil threw the axe into the air and tried to make it do a spin through mana control.
The axe disintegrated not a second later.
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"...fuck."
