caecus_aspectus

Years.

It's been years since I even bothered with anything other than the mortal world. I think...maybe two and a half now? Two and a half years of mundane work, of crunching numbers in my father's business, paying my bills and buying groceries. Every now and then I would get that urge, a prickling at the back of my skull, that would tell me to look; to see that things were not as they should be and I had the power to change that.

I ignored that tingling for the past two and a half years....but then there was Loki.

Whether it was the All Father working through him or other agents I couldn't just let it slide. The trickster had made a rent in reality even I could see with my naked eye and I had to go back; I had to track it down if only to protect my own assets. That's what I kept telling myself anyway until I ran into the walking dead.

Corpses that walk and talk and called me 'intelligent food'. Right...like I needed that sort of compliment from someone who looked like they crawled out of a bad eighties vampire flick. Still Loki had brought me here and the stench of his magick was on every last one of them so I played along, followed them to the source and it was worse than I had anticipated.

I couldn't send the bastard back to his prison that night, but I watched them as they worked towards that end. I made sure that it was done before I went in and cleansed the place with fire; frankly I'm glad I did. They put him back and I'm sure the All Father has found a new way to punish the bastard for getting loose. So I figured job done, no need to to dawn the gray cloak any longer and I could go back to my quiet little business like nothing had happened.

Then there was down town and its pool of blood followed shortly by the detonation of a gas truck. Hundreds of people were killed, countless more injured.....and if I had been paying attention I could have stopped it. I tell myself that anyway. I find being Awakened is like a coke addiction; you get that craving, that want, to alter reality and make it better or worse depending. You can walk away, you can ignore it, go to meetings and support groups but it's always there at the back of your skull, plucking away. And just like that addict you think going back once won't hook you or drag you back in till you get that taste and you know you can't stop.

I don't know if any of the old gang is still alive....hell I don't even know if half the Awakened in the area are. I guess I need to make some phone calls.

”So, what exactly does the Free Council do?”

Good question…a very good question.

For a long time that same question meant very little to me. All that mattered was that no more little girls had to die for someone else’s hubris, for some Atlantian’s disdain for new ideas.

Hell, I even prescribed to the Council’s theories on magic for a while. After all weren’t the Awakened of Atlantis the first ones to experiment? To explore new boundaries and present new ideas? Some of the Council scoff at the idea of Atlantis. They say its an old fable outdated and overused.

I know better. The Arrow knew better.

But still, we come back to hubris. Hubris and self-assurance that one way is better than the other and all sides are guilty of it. Even myself. I suppose that’s how she died in the first place. Because I didn’t have what it took to beat my way through his lieutenants and overturn the ruling.

So I left and joined the Council. To protect those unworthy of protection. Now I find that there are rare few who were like her….most are simply rowdy youths who don’t want to have to answer to the Atlantian Orders but still don’t want to be completely outside the ‘Social Clubs’ of the Awakened. But I have found a few who actually prescribe to what the Free Council do.

So very few…

And now Abadon has come to me expressing interest in my abilities in their use to the Guardians and I will admit I am more than tempted. At least there I would serve a purpose, something greater than making sure some loudmouth doesn’t get his brainpan splattered for wagging his tongue.

But this is the darker path to choose from. I have seen Abadon’s thread and it is not one of gentile negotiations and lighthearted treaties.

His is a life of death. I have seen that clearly. It is something he has openly spoken of. Of nights when what you have done haunts your dreams and waking moments.

Is that so different from my service in the Arrow?

I wounder…what would Lucy and Dantae think of me if they knew what I have done.

What I am capable of.

I know what Abadon thinks….and I don’t know if it should frighten me that he approves.

Hey guys, this is my Mage journal. Now I know I haven't posted just yet but good 'ol Magnus doesn't quite have a voice as of now. I'll throw some stuff up here when he get's louder.

But! That does not stop us from making ties! Should you be interested drop me a line here!