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⠀ Emporium’s interior, it had been some time since his last visit. Now he stood at the doorway —- in search of the Scarlet Witch. ⠀ ─⋅⋆⁺𖤐 #𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐗 ⠀

⠀ He hyper-focused on the blade rudely swiping for his neck, determined to keep his head. With a grip and pull bodies swapped instantly, a head rolling to the floor before flames consumed the silhouette. ⠀ “One down.” ⠀ The demon took no time to mourn, soaring ⠀ …

⠀ flashed, hellfire sprouted through claws, and one aloft on tattered wings spun its scythe. With snarls they charged, aiming to maim or burn, but probably both. ⠀ 𝒲iccan weaved against the attacks while throwing in a mix of his own, feet just above the ground. ⠀ …

⠀ fondness for the 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞. Three turned from carving glyphs in the dirt of Central Park, a means to a dark ritual no doubt. ⠀ “C’mon you’re not even trying —- I can see you from my window .ᐟ” ⠀ He pointed overhead, his balcony just beyond. Fanged teeth ⠀ …

⠀ shifting back to recognizability, his imposition displacing the portal. ⠀ “ —- Not yet at least.” ⠀ He gripped the handle to leave. ⠀ ─⋅⋆⁺𖤐 ⠀ “𝒲hat 𝙣͟𝙖͟𝙨͟𝙩͟𝙮 hole did you crawl out of .ᐣ” ⠀ 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬. Ugly looking creatures which seem to have a ⠀ …

⠀ this sentiment. ⠀ He often found himself at her side in the event of trouble, less so for pleasantries. ⠀ “No —- ” ⠀ that seemed to be the nature of their relationship. One was in need, whether known or not, and sought the other. The door slightly shook before ⠀ …

⠀ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫. ⠀ Half portal/half locator spell, ingeniously casted by the Scarlet Witch. It seeks those in greatest need and brings them to the Emporium as a last resort. ⠀ The topic of his family was overly complicated, though many among them would share ⠀ …

⠀ In his start towards the front door Billy paused, the usual white chipped wood was replaced with 𝘀͟𝗰͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝗹͟𝗲͟𝘁. ⠀ His gaze remained unmoving, half expecting the door to swing ajar; yet after a few more moments of stillness —- it never did. ⠀ …

⠀ seeming to ebb and flow at random. He wondered if this was some 𝗽͟𝘂͟𝗻͟𝗶͟𝘀͟𝗵͟𝗺͟𝗲͟𝗻͟𝘁 enacted by the laws governing mysticism for his misuse. ⠀ 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. ⠀ Though it —- they .ᐣ Should understand nuance right .ᐣ He went for keys seldomly used (just in case.) ⠀ …

⠀ moment to sustain control but the flames dwindled at his plea, the room fleeting to dark. ⠀ ─⋅⋆⁺𖤐 ⠀ 𝓗e stepped quickly around his apartment which, thankfully, appeared as ordinary as ever. Crisped furniture and blackened walls were restored, his hold on magic ⠀ …

⠀ shift reality. A glow appeared through closed lids, small smile at believed success but soon air became harsh; eyes snappping open to witness —- ⠀ “𝘯𝘰.ᐟ” ⠀ Flames engulfed his space. ⠀ Panic crossed his visage as gestures repeatedly waved. It took a ⠀ …

⠀ pulling at the heat of magic ever-present. ⠀ Lately, Billy has been struggling with his abilities. The usage of inheritance which was once so familiar, natural even, was instead foreign and unstable. ⠀ “𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.” ⠀ He spoke, invoking the chaos to ⠀ …

⠀ unwelcomed overgrowth, more importantly, since he’s regained faculty.* ⠀ * ( SEEN IN #𝐈𝐕𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ⠀ A blue spark ignited partially burned candles encircling him one after the other, warming to an orange flame. His settled figure would rise within, ⠀ …