[ Well, Arthur laid a truth bomb on him. So this would just be Viktor returning the favor. ]
The magical artifact that I had been studying but had since I watched it kill someone I had decided that day to have nothing more to do with it. I made my lab partner promise me that he would destroy it.
He didn't.
In fact when I regained consciousness, what I thought would be that same day, he had explained that he had fused it with me in an effort to save my life. We had worked together since we met in school together but I was devastated by what he had done, so I broke all ties with him and walked out of our lab that day.
From what I have said about the undercity, or Zaun, I am sure that you can imagine the squalor and poverty there. With the new ability to use magic that I had my first impulse was to help as many people as I could. So I found a way to make clean water and clean soil so that there was enough food growing for everyone and I healed as many people as I could.
But what I didn't realize until later was that by healing people's bodies I was taking control of their minds. It wasn't until my chest was destroyed in a magic blast that I came to the conclusion that at the root of all our problems was human emotion. And all those people that I 'healed' became both a hive mind and one that I entirely had control of. So I made all of those people into my personal puppet army of automatons.
It wasn't until much later that I learned the truth of what was happening to me. I was systematically giving up more and more of my humanity because unknown to me at first, the magic that I was making use of wanted to sterilize the entire world of all life. And I was helping it do just that. When the real horror of what was happening connected with the humanity that I was reminded of in the end, I chose to die in order to use a kind of sympathetic magic to unmake the magical anomaly that was fueling the Hex core.
I did not expect to survive. Much less be transported inter-dimensionally.
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Date: 2025-01-13 12:34 am (UTC)The magical artifact that I had been studying but had since I watched it kill someone I had decided that day to have nothing more to do with it. I made my lab partner promise me that he would destroy it.
He didn't.
In fact when I regained consciousness, what I thought would be that same day, he had explained that he had fused it with me in an effort to save my life. We had worked together since we met in school together but I was devastated by what he had done, so I broke all ties with him and walked out of our lab that day.
From what I have said about the undercity, or Zaun, I am sure that you can imagine the squalor and poverty there. With the new ability to use magic that I had my first impulse was to help as many people as I could. So I found a way to make clean water and clean soil so that there was enough food growing for everyone and I healed as many people as I could.
But what I didn't realize until later was that by healing people's bodies I was taking control of their minds. It wasn't until my chest was destroyed in a magic blast that I came to the conclusion that at the root of all our problems was human emotion. And all those people that I 'healed' became both a hive mind and one that I entirely had control of. So I made all of those people into my personal puppet army of automatons.
It wasn't until much later that I learned the truth of what was happening to me. I was systematically giving up more and more of my humanity because unknown to me at first, the magic that I was making use of wanted to sterilize the entire world of all life. And I was helping it do just that. When the real horror of what was happening connected with the humanity that I was reminded of in the end, I chose to die in order to use a kind of sympathetic magic to unmake the magical anomaly that was fueling the Hex core.
I did not expect to survive. Much less be transported inter-dimensionally.