Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic

Scarlet

I stare blankly at the old man for several seconds before calmly asking, “You okay?”

He nods his head as he answers equally as calmly, “Yes, Divine One. Let’s continue the lesson.”

I resume my staring again. But the old man doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even look uncomfortable.

“Did… that hurt?” I can’t help but ask.

The old man merely nods his head without a word.

Well then.

“From the brief look I got before my eyes gave out, there are three different types of magic within your symbol,” Isaac starts his lecture without any eyes in his head. Which is creepy. Just seeing him talking normally while blood is pouring out of his empty eye sockets like a river. “There’s the flames, which represent your null magic. The wolf’s head which represent the magic of wolves, giving you control over wolves should you use this magic. And there’s the blood moon, which represents your blood magic. Your main magic. And also the reason my eyes exploded.”

Ah. Right. Because that makes perfect sense.

Isaac raises his left hand to his face before a bright golden light shines from the palm of his hand, with his hand blocking me from seeing what he’s doing. And when he removes his hand, I surprisingly find to perfectly fine eyeballs in his eye sockets as he blinks a few times. Almost like he’s trying to get used to it again.

“That’s better,” he says, leaving me feeling even more confused than before. Until I remember the power of creation magic. “Great Divine One, if it is against your ideals to kill anyone who looks at your symbol, I would suggest you not manifest your symbol in front of others.”

Right. Yeah, probably not a good idea.

Although…

“I want to try something,” I tell Isaac, making him nod his head in silence.

So I stop hiding the blood moon symbol on my chest, allowing it to shine out through the area.

And the second I do, Isaac’s eyes are immediately drawn to it before they burst again. But this time he falls over at the same time.

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Oops.

I hide the symbol before kneeling down and sensing his body. Only to find that he’s unconscious.

Double oops.

“If you keep this up you might just kill the old man on accident,” Tar mutters, not sounding worried in the slightest.

Then again, I personally don’t care about Isaac’s wellbeing either. But it would probably be for the best that I don’t kill the man teaching me magic.

So I close my eyes and focus on the old man’s blood. Only to realize I’m not entirely sure how to heal him.

I study his body for several seconds before eventually coming to the conclusion that he doesn’t actually need healing, which is good. Since I don’t think I’d be able to heal him in my condition.

I’d probably end up tearing his body apart instead on accident.

But if it’s just waking him up…

I tweak his blood ever so slightly. Basically just a pinch. And immediately after that, his eyes shoot open, and he draws in a large breath.

“You good?” I ask while tilting my head.

The old man nods his own and quickly begins climbing to his feet, only wobbling a little bit in the process. Then he looks me in the eye and says, “It looks like the divine mark on your body is even stronger than your symbol.” He reaches for his head and rubs his temples. “If I was just Class II then I may’ve died just from looking at it.”

Oh.

That doesn’t sound healthy.

“You should probably keep that symbol hidden at all times,” Tar suggests, making me nod my head.

But I can’t help but ask, “What’s a divine mark? And if it’s something related to Class VIs, how do you even know about it? The prophecy? Or Titania?”

The old man whose appearance isn’t actually very old answers right away, “A divine mark is the symbol representing a Class VI. A divine being. One strong enough to rule over or destroy an entire universe. It’s the core of their very being and it represents at least part of their Title.” He pauses to point at my chest, then at the moon high in the sky that I am pretty sure turned blood red when I had my symbol out. “Your symbol represents you, the Wolf of the Blood Moon, and it has a drastic affect on everything and everyone around you.” Then he pauses for a second while turning to look me in the eyes again, having already restored his own eyes once more. “And the prophecy didn’t give much information on the divine marks. I learned it from Titania in preparation for dealing with the Voided Overlord’s divine mark.”

Right. If it’s something all Class VIs get, then the Voided Overlord is bound to have one as well.

Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure Gramps looked uncomfortable when he saw me before. And not just him. The others too.

Maybe that was because my divine mark was out?

But if it affects even the Demon King…

I really can’t reveal it in front of others…

“Your divine mark and your other marks will increase your powers related to the marks when they are shown, but they will also express their influence on everything in your surroundings,” Isaac further explains for me as I stare down at my chest where the mark is hidden. “So it would be best to use them only when you deem it safe, Divine One.”

“Can you please stop calling me that?” I ask, finally getting sick of that term of endearment.

He just shakes his head as he answers, “No, Divine One. I cannot.”

Then he goes and changes the subject, moving onto the next topic of the lesson. As if I didn’t even ask for him to call me something else.

I really have to question this guy’s beliefs if this is how he thinks he should treat someone he has annoyingly declared a goddess.