A boy and a girl
Walking side by side, running, adventuring
Their feet move, in hurry, to the boy favorite spot, amidst nature embracing the entire facility
A garden of flower
Her mother planted it, for a reason, 'in case you need it' she said
Back then, Altaris just scoffed
Boys don't need flower
His tiny little brain believe it with it's core
And fuala
The day that was promised
Hand in hand with a girl
He still love the garden tho
Not because its beauty
But because most of his prey, come close to the manor, trying to seek and consume the flower
Just like the green colored dear earlier
So to say
He is the sole guardian of this heaven
The girl beside him, Violet
Her ever sparkling eyes, body moving excitedly
This is the first time she sees flower this much
The place, as big as football field, tend by dedicated gardener and maid, solely to make it alive and pretty
Sometimes, even the house maid came, pick their own flower, tend it with care
Truly a small paradise
Altaris walk, hand still clutching the shy violet
After sometime, braving herself, she tugged the boy shirt
As a code, a gesture, to release her hand as she run around the flower, unrestrained
Surprisingly, the boy understand. But before their connecting hand severed, he give her a word of warn
"Be careful, some flower is poison. Sometimes animal come here and plant the flower. So...please be careful"
The boy said, worried.
Violet, nodded her head, begun running around, after her hand completely separated from Altaris clutch.
She runs with joy, smile plastered in her face. Every time something interesting happen, either flower nor animal, she get close
Close enough not to be dangerous of course
The boy, looking, watching, and
Admiring
Both the flower and his mate
Then, he walks, to a big tree in the middle of the garden. He rest his back to chill
He rise his arm, followed by a fluid, almost wave like motion. A slow but steady, mist like tendril start to appear, moving, coiling, according to his will.
Yes...A magic
But not quite
Let me explain
In world of Kaise, magic exist. Almost the same as other fantasy, while also different per se
Almost the same way of activation, almost the same fuel, but a little bit of tweak
The magic, as usual, Created by mind, bound by mana. It needs fuel to exist, it has different name actually, but lets just call it mana. To make it easier, more...familiar
So what's the difference you say ?
This kind of mana, is always in the air
They do not, and can not, bound by place
There is no such thing, as how much mana a person have like other fantasy word, well, every story always bound to have different setting anyway.
That was also means, there were almost no indicator for strength
There was actually, but, we'll talk about it later
Back to Altaris
The tendrils move, from slow and stiff, getting more faster and controlled
Her mother, the one who teach him, give him a homework, to help him wield the ancient power in his hand
It was his favorite lecture time, who sometimes, becomes story telling session when she talks about his father
The demon king
He need to know his race, to make the magic works, after all
So Basically
Demons in this world, calling them evil were not really a right thing
They are a creature of emotion, they either release it, or control it
The bad ones release them, while the good one use them
They got their own kind of magic, not fueled by mana, but from emotion. Making it harder to control then ordinary magic
Every demon gets to know their own magic, tied to their genes and race, and most demon start to train at 4 years of age. Just when they understand emotion.
So a few step was devised to this educational tale
The first, was to show, to summon
So to do it, the demons usually make their child cry, or happy, or angry, anything, using any means possible, but not too much, so they don't use control
Not in cruel way, because again, demons are creature of emotion
Their love the children so much seeing their children suffer would able to make them blind, or deaf
Some even goes to coma, to protect their own brain, from the endless tide of grieve
Then second step, control
After they exist, now they need to guide it. Every tweak of emotion, change the way the magic works
The hard part is, they can't suppress it. It makes the magic weaker
They need to control, to give them away, a purpose
When they angry, they tweak it, Making their spell sharper
When they sad, They guide it, making the spell more refine
When they happy, They let it flow, gifting the spell more mass
And if they failed to give them purpose, blinded by rage, by sadness, or too happy to do anything
The spell broke, gone, their consciousness, dejected, unable to hold the burden
Kinda balance, not the 'Screaming sudden power up' thing. The power is about finesse, not raw. If its too rough, the world won't allowed it
If it's too much, it disintegrate
It's really hard to understand, that's why it's special to them, the demons
And that's what Altaris do right now in this moment
Refine the tendril's, give them shape, make them as stable as possible
Only then, he can move to the next step
Making it tangible, able to interact with the world
Thus he continue, slowly, diligently
From ash like tendril, starting to take shape, the color still gold, still full of happiness
The shape, surely, bit by bit, molded to became... petals
That was the easiest shape right now, cause flowers are everywhere, doesn't need much imagination.
The process continued for minutes, hours. Violet still running, playing, interested in everything. Sometimes, she goes with the maid, talking with them while tending the flowers.
So much energy in so little body
That is until, a smile creeping in. bigger, and bigger. Almost reaching ear to ear
The shape broke, leaving the now shaking Altaris hand. The construct, gone with the wind
"Shit, i'm too happy"
He murmured, cursing his inability to channel his emotion
Wait... here comes the backlash, his head begin to felt pain. Not so much, like trying to be crushed by a giant hand.
"Haaah"
he release his breath, and gone was the pain
Lucky for him, his fiance was still in her little adventure, ignoring the spectacle he just done minutes ago
Cause this power, was meant to be secret
Then, a voice of leg skipping can be heard, thumping loudly to the ground
Violet in happiness, move with care. In her hand, a stem of flower who's carefully picked by the maid.
Alturia eyes move, to the beauty who darts towards him, holding something in her hand, and a curious glance start to blend
That until she show him the thing
A tulip like flower, carefully picked with care. The stem, devoid of thorns. The bright pink petals glowing, hiding the red ball in the middle
Alturia, examine it while his brain, searching the name of the flower he read somewhere not too long ago
Ah yes
Then he muttered
"Amberveil"
Violet, nod. Excited he knows the answer