[it would not be the first time that someone or something takes wanda's chaos magic as their own, to give themselves strength and power and, in this case, drawing unto it for an essence of life. lucifer may be on to something here, as she, too, sees itβ and though chaos magic may give life, too much of it can be poisonous. it can make its wielder mad, torn and gnashed at by the horrors of the dark magic's corruption that exists in her magical veins.
and yet the vines growing plumper, stronger, greener.
expression set, she turns back to look over at lucifer. he's conjured a switchblade as his weapon? βwell, no matter. she looks forward again, the shape of the creature stalking them, her, growing clearer in the glow of her magic.
in that caseβ]
I've domesticated worse.
[for she is the harbingerβthe queenβof chaos. otherworldly monsters have knelt before her, and she could easily do it again. but this is not the time to try and see if she can. utter silence surrounds them, and wanda pulls them into darkness as she closes her hands into fists, stops her magic from spreading. in the darkness, she can just about make out lucifer's form.]
Now would be a very good time to run. [she mutters, a little urgently, as the creature skitters upward, leaving them at a disadvantage from figuring out what it's next move will be.] Go. Go!
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and yet the vines growing plumper, stronger, greener.
expression set, she turns back to look over at lucifer. he's conjured a switchblade as his weapon? βwell, no matter. she looks forward again, the shape of the creature stalking them, her, growing clearer in the glow of her magic.
in that caseβ]
I've domesticated worse.
[for she is the harbingerβthe queenβof chaos. otherworldly monsters have knelt before her, and she could easily do it again. but this is not the time to try and see if she can. utter silence surrounds them, and wanda pulls them into darkness as she closes her hands into fists, stops her magic from spreading. in the darkness, she can just about make out lucifer's form.]
Now would be a very good time to run. [she mutters, a little urgently, as the creature skitters upward, leaving them at a disadvantage from figuring out what it's next move will be.] Go. Go!
[she'll follow right behind.]