Magic and how it works will always mystify the most wise. I can imagine even with any help, it will still retain an air of mystery about it. It wouldn't surprise me even if they had questions about the Lifestream no matter their closeness with it.
[ Cetra, was it? V wondered if they were like the witches he had heard of - not the humans who thought they knew magic and wore lace gloves and changed their names to look more magical, but the real witches who could summon angels to fight against demons.
His mother - no, not his mother - had books written by them. It was where he gained enough knowledge to remain instead of turn into dust. ]
Well, it does get... complicated, but impalings do happen when tempers run high with us. [ V smirks at the implication because, yeah it's normal usually that is. ]
My skin hardens as if I have a layer of armor. It's not like the magic I possess back home, but I gather if I were to try to regain that, I may turn into a painfully disembodied soul and that is not something I wish to experience. Again.
[ It did not hurt to go back into Vergil. It did not hurt to finally give up his body. What had hurt was the last few hours, the way his skin felt like so much dust, the way his legs could barely hold him, the way his bones cracked and healed with every step. No, he did not want to feel that again. ]
I am a demon hunter that has made contracts with demons to fuel my magic. Not speaking about them would be rather... strange, would it not? No, I save my hatred for those few demons that called themselves kings and tried to grasp at me and my family.
Yes... and no. [ It takes a few moments of the image to shift and then Reno was getting a close view of one of the tattoos on his hands. It looked like a large stylized paw, claws stretching out along the fingers only broken by the heavy rings he wore. The image shifts again and he could see V again. ] They also are bonds with the demons I control.
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[ Cetra, was it? V wondered if they were like the witches he had heard of - not the humans who thought they knew magic and wore lace gloves and changed their names to look more magical, but the real witches who could summon angels to fight against demons.
His mother - no, not his mother - had books written by them. It was where he gained enough knowledge to remain instead of turn into dust. ]
Well, it does get... complicated, but impalings do happen when tempers run high with us. [ V smirks at the implication because, yeah it's normal usually that is. ]
My skin hardens as if I have a layer of armor. It's not like the magic I possess back home, but I gather if I were to try to regain that, I may turn into a painfully disembodied soul and that is not something I wish to experience. Again.
[ It did not hurt to go back into Vergil. It did not hurt to finally give up his body. What had hurt was the last few hours, the way his skin felt like so much dust, the way his legs could barely hold him, the way his bones cracked and healed with every step. No, he did not want to feel that again. ]
I am a demon hunter that has made contracts with demons to fuel my magic. Not speaking about them would be rather... strange, would it not? No, I save my hatred for those few demons that called themselves kings and tried to grasp at me and my family.
Yes... and no. [ It takes a few moments of the image to shift and then Reno was getting a close view of one of the tattoos on his hands. It looked like a large stylized paw, claws stretching out along the fingers only broken by the heavy rings he wore. The image shifts again and he could see V again. ] They also are bonds with the demons I control.