Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2005 09:55:46 +0000
From: Negash Thor <negash@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Darkmancer 5

I opened the door of our room to be confronted with the horrific wailings of
what sounded like a strangled cat. I ran into the shower room to see Tom in
the shower singing, I shut the door and put my work on the desk, I walked
back into the shower room, just as Tom finished a song.
"Bravo, encore"
Tom spun around shocked, and looked at me.
"Are you getting ready for the party now?"
"Yeah, it starts at 7 and its nearly 5 now"
I walked out and sat at the desk, starting to process all the work tidying
up scattered papers, then continuing to clean the room, by the time I had
finished tidying up Tom had come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped
around his waste.
"Sam, if you want to be ready in time for the party, then I suggest you
hurry up and get a shower, its half five already."
"Well you were in there having a whale of a time, or should that be a
wailing time."
"Oh, very funny hurry up"
I went in and began to wash, cleaning myself; I came out of the shower and
towelled dry. I walked into the room naked, still dripping slightly; Tom was
rummaging through his wardrobe, looking for the perfect clothes to wear.
Obviously to no avail as he was discarding many items of clothing onto his
bed, with comments such as 'No' and 'God no' and my personal favourite,
'what the hell was I thinking, why did I even buy this in the first place.'
I strode over and started to give him a back rub, going from his tense
shoulders all the way to the edge of the towel he still wore round his hips.
"Why don't you simply use your power to transmogrify the clothes into what
you want rather then select them?"
Any normal High Mage would have been disgusted at the thought of using their
abilities for simple pleasure; they would be restricted by the feeling of
using their powers for personal gain. However, since the sharing of my
tainted seed, I could feel the threads of Darkmancy sinking into the weaving
of High Magick in his soul, changing him, freeing him from the restrictions
of High Magick and its rules.
   The shirt he held, wavered and quivered, it grew longer and the cuffs
blended together and elongated, forming long trailing sleeves, the main body
flowed together, the buttons that usually fastened the shirt together sunk
into the material and it formed a one piece shirt. The dark blue dyes
lightened and changed hue until they became shining silver.
Tom looked at me with a mixture of shock and bliss, he was surprised that he
had allowed himself to follow my instruction, and blissful because it had
achieved what he intended. He grabbed a pair of baggy jeans and they changed
colour until they matched the shirt, the material also bonded together and
there were no seams, no folds in the cloth, it was like an organic product.
"There now you have the perfect outfit"
"I cant believe that I just did that, it was so exhilarating. The freedom,
the power, the fun."
"Now you know Tom, how it feels to be able to wear whatever you want"
he spun round and looked at me, standing there naked in front of me, leaning
forward he kissed me, we once again melted into each others arms and lips.
When he finally broke away from me he said
"Well you can't go to the party like that can you, put something on"
I laughed and with a simple flow of flesh was wearing a pair of long flared
black jeans, with long trailing sleeves similar to the top that Tom was
wearing black shirt. Buttoned to my shirt with 2 brass buttons on my
shoulders was a black silk cloak that just stopped short of my Achilles
tendon.
"What about this my love, does it meet with your approval"
"Yes, I suppose that will do"
Laughing we left the room locking it behind us, walking down the corridor to
get to the main hall.
     We walked into the main hall to find it covered in different
decorations, with the school keeping us inside they often held big parties.
We walked in and went to the drinks bar and got some punch went over to a
table and sat down.
"Tom pass me your glass, I want to show you a new trick I learnt"
"What's it do?"
"Pass me your glass and I can show you"
Tom slid his glass to me and I placed a single finger in his drink. Using
the spell I had learnt in the book in the secret chamber in the library, I
for the first time allowed myself to use my Darkmancy power, I sent out a
tiny indistinguishable Dark Filament, a sliver of pure Darkmancy, although
it was only a very weak thread and came from my index finger, its pure power
was very draining as I could only allow the power of the nodes to flow
through me. I was not the powers master as I was soon to be; I was simply a
host for a limited sample of power. I connected the Dark Filament to the
drink, changing it from fruit punch to a punch with a shot of vodka.
"Try it now" I passed his glass back to him, he drank it down and gagged a
little as he realised what I had done.
"How" he asked with a look of deep shock over his face.
"Like I said Tom it's a simple spell that I learnt"
"Where from?"
"It was hidden in a code in a book I found written by a pupil, they left it
hear so that if someone decoded it they could use it to have some fun"
Although I hated lying to him, for now it was the only option that I had. If
it told him the truth he would panic and probably inform one of the
chaperoning teachers. Although I could clearly see, using my feelings as a
Darkmancer I could picture his High Magick flame beginning to have flames of
black lick around its edge. The change was proceeding slowly, so that the
changes would be less subtle, people would not notice the change in his
personality, that was unless they knew him intimately and I was as far as I
could tell the only one who did now him that well in the whole school. As he
kept himself to himself, rarely did he come out to the parties that where
held most Saturday nights, spending great amounts of time in the Conjuration
room, sealing one off for most of the day. He had also began to work very
recently in the Repair Department, he was as far as I could tell left on his
own, to repair whatever came in with his phenomenal transmutation and
transfiguration abilities.
           This meant that he would still have his same personality; he like
me would simply become a Darkmancer. However, the amount of power I had
given him was minimal; he would eventually be able to control the lowest
power of Darkmancy, Balefire. Much like the highest power of High Magick was
the flame of Gnostia, a flame composed of pure bound and controlled
Gnositican power. Balefire was a corrupted High flame, it was laced and
coated with Darkmancy.
However for the creation of an Ill'guard, a corrupted High Mage, whose flame
was expunged from their body and replaced with a new Darkmancy flame, their
powers augmented by their Sire, the Darkmancer who changed them will. The
flame could be made to corrupt very rapidly and turn the person into an
Ill'guard within a matter of moments rather then a day or longer. They would
be totally subservient to the Darkmancer and would do whatever they were
ordered to.
"Tom, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just don't like crowds; I'm going back to the room"
"Do you want me to come with you?
"No, and I mean it, stay and have a bit of fun, I will see you later"
Tom got up and walked of out of the main doors, I was torn between him, the
one I loved and having some fun. He had said that I was to stay, so I
decided to take his advice, the band began to play some music up on the
large stage. The Band was called 'Thermis' they where composed of several
Mages form the school, there was a drummer, a bassist, 2 guitarists and a
pianist, they had yet to find a suitable singer. I had a great idea, a fun
way to pass some time. I walked round the back of the stage and went up to
the pianist, a lanky, young mage, no older then 14, with limp black hair
down to his shoulders, guy called Mathieu.
"Hey Mathieu, I got a deal for you, you need a singer right"
He nodded
"Well I can sing brilliantly, so get them to play, Sheryl Crow's 'All I
wanna do' and I can sing the words"
He looked at me; unsure I doubted he was willing to risk the chance that I
was no good, especially in front of over 1000 pupils and several teachers. I
released the Dark Filament and sunk it into Mathieu, changing his response
into.
"Well, ok then, grab the mic, and I will let the others know what's going
on."
I walked onto the stage in front of the guitarists; as soon as I was there
they opened up the song. I began to sing. The crowd went wild, and began to
dance rather then gather in clusters along the walls. Although the school
was entirely male, there wasn't even a female teacher at Ajbal. That didn't
stop them dancing en-mass, soon I finished the song, everybody in the room
cheered and the band clapped.
"Guys, do you all know, The Knack's My Sharona."
Herle, the Guitarist nodded and they began to start the other song, as they
started and I began to sing the next song the room went up in roars of joy.
The dancing started up and I sang on, this went on for the next 2 hours as I
went through lists of songs. Many the band knew others they didn't, so we
couldn't play them. I thought I would give them a show stopper to finish
with, as the dancing had stopped because the people where far to tired. They
had sat down anywhere they could on tables, chairs and on the floor; even
the teachers would be seen tapping their feet to the classic tracks. To
finish I decided that I would do a cover of Shirley Bassey's 'Hey big
spender' to which the crowd went wild with cheers. When I had finished the
song there was another round of applause, when that died down I said to the
crowd, which seemed to have slowly increased over the night, now 90% of the
school must be packed into the hall. I had been looking for Tom all night,
but he wasn't here.
"Well, folks that's it for tonight" turning round to the Band, "hopefully,
if you want I could do this regularly, that's if you want me as a singer
that is?"
Mathieu looked at the band that all nodded their approval at the idea and
said down his mic.
"Yeah your in, would the crowd give a final big hand for Thermis and its new
singer Samiel." The crowd roared as we left the stage.
Behind the stage as the band packed up, after everybody had left, Mathieu
came over to me.
"That was some good singing out their. Where did you learn?"
"I didn't learn I just can sing, and it wouldn't have been as good without
an equally brilliant band behind me."
Herle, gave out a guttural roar and said "Yeah I know, we do rock, don't we"
"Well guys I have to get back to my room see you later."
I spun round and flowed into the form of an eagle and took off into the hall
and out one of the open windows, shrinking myself to a smaller version to
fit and out into the grounds. Towards my balcony, I landed on the railings,
to see Tom, sat their with a fag, in one hand and one of my beers in the
other. I returned to human form, still covered in the Eagle's feathers.
"That was some good singing, how come you never sing in the shower?"
"How did you know about that?"
"I watched from the balconies for most of the night, after I came back to
the room, one of the guys in the hall below ran up and knocked on the door
and told me that you were singing, so I went along to listen, but the floor
was packed so I went up into the balcony behind the stage and listened for
most of the night and when it was over rushed back here and waited for you"
"Well I'm glad, I was looking for you all night, could I have the rest of
that fag please?"
Tom passed me the fag and I finished it in a matter of 5 drags.
"Let's go to bed, I'm knackered"
Tom looked at me
"I'm going to push the beds together first, after all we are a couple now.
Right?"
"Yes, we are a couple and we need a double bed."
I walked inside and pulled the duvet from mine and Toms bed, while I pushed
the beds together Tom moulded the two duvets into one double sized one, I
grabbed the duvet and the pillows and placed them back onto the bed. I
dropped all pretences of clothes and undressed Tom, we both got into our new
double bed and wrapped in each others arms fell rapidly to sleep.