[open] A gift of Magic; ANY

[Rodrik]

There had been something strange and rejuvenating about being a simple being again. It held a nature that seemed uncomplex of the world and all that It held. Rodrik could not recall the last time he had felt free from such things—a clearer mind and head on his shoulders. It perhaps had been the time before he was sucked in with this other soul, this other inhabitant that shares his body. When this had happened though, there had been a mutual understanding of each other. It seemed as if both had been one in the same but generations and generations apart from different worlds. They were two minds, but one heart in this body. Rodrik feels the pull of something here in the Meadow. He is not sure what it is, but it is something of a second nature that has always pulled him towards something he is in desperate need of. This time he was desperate to keep the darkness at bay, to continue the newfound freedom he has. The power of being the devil had been thrilling but there was always a price to pay for such power. It was his life that would be the price—again and again for thousands of years. The red stallion was not willing to pay such a price again. The dark magic was not worth the weight of being a servant for entirety. Then again, he had always answered the call. The greed and power consumed him every time. Would it not be the same again? He begs to differ, but in time he does not know. All he can do is try for now to protect this new life he has. To protect himself in this reckoning. The once blood king joins the group that surrounds the navy mare. They all speak of magic and prices for such in returning something. He already knows this is why he has come here. Rodrik has never been unwilling to pay a price for something he needed or desired. He has killed and made deals for such things. At one point he had given up his first born son’s life to kill someone he had once called a friend. Rodrik wonders what has become of his son for just this moment, but he is drawn away quickly as the conversation carries. “A new age that is what has come to pass.” He says firmly. Some of come to find life in the new world but others to hang tightly onto the old world, hoping for their old lives to come back. Rodrik is unsure of what he has come to like better. It does not seem he has a choice either way as this was to be his new life. “I am willing to pay whatever price it is to restore what I have lost.” The price does not matter just as long as he can get back what he needs to survive. “And I truly mean anything.” Any deal or service to this supposed magic restorer was something he’d do.

Rodrik

angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils

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