chapter 07 Demonic illusion magic

Today was a special day at the orphanage, the mood was lively, at least for the kids. Since it was difficult to celebrate everyone's birthday, they organize a one-off party every three months.

They would run up and down, some busy decorating, some taking care of or calming the overly excited children, others preparing food, snacks, sweets and cakes.

Vincent was far from all animation, in a garden surrounded by children up to 2 years old, he was playing with a small bird, an eagle, the interaction of the boy and the animal was interesting.

Vincent gave orders with hand gestures, and the bird proceeded to obey with precision, the scene could not fail to draw the attention of the few adults who were watching the little ones,

"Rose, how is he doing this?" asked a young lady, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Rose "Vincent, was always kind of special, maybe he can even talk to the birds" she said with an amused face, with the time she spent with him she learned that strange events happen frequently.

Miss "maybe he has a gift like those heroes of the bible" exclaims very excited thinking about the possibility of this child doing miracles, like the heroes of the holy bible, she could already imagine him walking on the waters, healing people, dividing the sea in half and resurrecting the dead.

Rose "you have a very creative mind, and of course it's impossible for people to have gifts" her face looked normal, but those who knew her deeply could notice a slight sadness in her eyes, as if she had regret.

Miss " and of course it exists, it is written in the bible, the Lord God, gives gifts to some people " replied bravely, she still dreamed that one day who knows she would also have a special gift, maybe fly like birds.

"Right" Rose decides not to question her friend who is overly fond of gifts, if she knew the truth how she would react.

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The 'gift' boy was delighted as he was having fun with his newest toy, illusion magic, the bird was an illusion of an eagle, it couldn't affect the world directly at the current level, but it could fly freely through the skies and even make sounds. , it appeared to be the real thing, but if you looked closely you could see some flaws, the most serious being that the bird had no shadows.

It's been 5 days since the ritual, his new body was very different even in human form, more agile, lighter and slightly stronger, he still didn't have the strength of an adult or anything, but what made him excited was his new skills.

Hell Fire looked pretty badass, plus it's pretty expensive, even the astral form would cost him almost all the essences, he decided to go with illusions to save essences, in the future he would have the others anyway.

'The magic of illusions is in a way very fun, among the tests I managed to observe their singularities, using a low amount of essence it is possible to create illusory forms, animals, inanimate objects, to make them act like something with life the cost of essence is increased , and it works with a pre-programmed intelligence, you need to create the image of the bird flying, and how to make a video recording and reproduce it in holographic form'.

'Tests have shown that the greater the use of essence, the more realistic and enhanced the Illusions will be, in one of the experiments, I was able to materialize an illusion knife into a real knife temporarily, even the illusion bird could become a physical being if used essence enough, but it still wouldn't be a living thing' .

But Vincent's use of magic was simply to relieve boredom, some shenanigans like flying cockroaches in the bathroom, mice in the brush cabinets and his favourite, coins that turned into stones when picked up by an unsuspecting "lucky one".

His favorite pastime is creating Illusory animals and he treats them like pets, especially birds, they always fly away when a person gets too close, so it didn't cause much suspicion, some with fertile imaginations say things like gift, magic, seeing the reaction of the audience was always the most fun part, I saw everything from surprise, joy to contempt and envy.

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In a large courtyard at 6 pm.

Simple decorations, balloons, happy birthday posters, flags, chairs and tables arranged to make many people comfortable, food was distributed between tables periodically, everyone from children to adults wore small party hats, made of paper with balloons drawn as decorations .

What caught the most attention was the giant cake in the center of the courtyard, and a large sign read "Quarterly Anniversary March 1979"

Rose was holding Vincent in one arm, and in the other hand she held a closed book, while he watched the other children playing children's games, not that he was interested, but he had nothing else to do.

Noticing the boy's quiet boredom she decides to continue one of the books she was currently reading to him Alice in Wonderland.

"Alice: Hatter, do you think I'm crazy?

Hatter: Mad, mad! But I'll tell you a secret: the best people are…" Rose continues to read one of the most iconic scenes in the work, more attentive children quickly ran to follow the story.

For Vincent, who has seen this book countless times, still really liked the way Rose told the story, he ended up falling asleep waking up an hour and a half later, which would have been the climax of the event.

It could be a coincidence or maybe they chose that date on purpose, and the same day he came into the world, a lot happened, the period of mourning for not having his family and friends in this world anymore, then the fun that is having powers , the boredom of not being able to do anything with an undeveloped body and also Rose, she kind of became a mother figure for him in this new life.

The most awaited moment arrived, Mrs. Gina, approached the table and rang a small bell, as a sign for everyone to gather, which did not take long.

Gina "Today we are celebrating the birthday of everyone who was born in the first half of the year, even if it is impossible to celebrate each birthday individually, I wish everyone to have many years of life and much happiness" her speech was serious, almost apathetic, but her eyes, could see that she was thrilled.

It didn't take long for one person to start the little song "happy birthday to you…" soon everyone joined in, clapping to set a rhythm.

"Cheers!" everyone shouted together in unison.

The big cake began to be cut and distributed to the desperate mouths for a little piece of that chocolate flavored cake.

And of course the little ones had their piece, Vicente was appreciating the cake with great desperation, he went into a kind of trance and surrendered to gluttony, which generated a hilarious scene for everyone who watched him.

Click

Rose took the opportunity to take a picture, for the shame book, in the future.

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Rabastan Pov

It's been 5 days since I received the Dark Lord's order, and the results are not at all satisfactory, first the place was surrounded by the Ministry of Magic which made it terrible to investigate.

My colleagues and I used Disillusionment Charm, but the place was being investigated by the department of mysteries, the Unspeakable are a group he didn't want to face if possible

Isolated from the world they are the intellectual elite who research the most complex and extreme subjects of magic, time magic, death, love, and the nature of thoughts, they are difficult to deal with.

Using a different means, I kidnapped one of the guards, and brewed a Polyjuice Potion with the help of a very promising potions master, who serves our Lord faithfully.

The invasion went well, but I still had to act in secrecy, it would draw too much attention for a guard to blatantly observe the ritual site too much.

In the first days I didn't get anything useful, the Runes used were completely erased, they are illegible, the materials were burned by a magical fire, and are not identified by any method, the only clue I had was the energy that still continued to impregnate the air like a miasma, and ill effects like dementia madness devoured those left too long exposed.

But there was no result, apart from a faint trail of that miasma, the trail ended near Yorkshire.