Creation and Betrayal

The blue toskal let out a breath and looked over his grimoire. His cauldron bubbling before him as some gray, half rotten item was plopped into the already simmering liquid. Wrinkling his nose as the smell wafted up and he wrinkled his nose. It certainly wasn't a pleasant smell, of that Maleficar was well aware. But then magic was not always good smelling. 

He floated over to his alter, adding more information and starting to chant as he added more items to the cauldron, starting to bubble and boil over, turning an odd ethereal blue. Floating over it as he chanted. Bringing free a golden dagger, he sliced the wickedly sharp blade across his palm, not even flinching as he did so, allowing the blood to drip into his cauldron. 

As his blood dripped, the liquid glowed brighter, the moment his blood made contact it boiled with a new and unnatural vigor, looking at the risk of spilling over, yet it never did. The very edges seeming to rise and moving in an unnatural way. The blue toskal dipping his fingers into his blood and starting to write symbols along his form. From his forehead all the way to his feet. 

His chanting seemed to reach a fever pitch as he straightened up, allowing more of his blood to pour into the cauldron, taking a pile of bones and herbs and adding it in, yelling his chant into the air, his eyes sparking with power and magic. The cauldrons liquid seeming jump and boiled to a deep crimson. 

Maleficar drew a final rune upon his pelt and all the bloody runes lit up, the liquid within the cauldron brightening at the same time that the runes activated, seeming to pulse and starting to lift up off his body and rise into the air, a glowing red crimson before dropping into the cauldron, the bubbling liquid within boiling over and this time sloshing to the ground, the runes somehow still remaining as they had been written within, churning with the liquid but not mixing, glowing brighter and brighter. 

Maleficar jumped back as the now black liquid with the blindingly bright runes fell to the ground, now more than liquid. Thick, like gelatin, like shadow made physical. The mass moving and writhing, like it was trying to find something. The blue male moved out of the way as it knocked over his alter. Herbs, books, pens and ink bottles falling to the ground. The mass fell upon the ink bottle, surrounding it and growing smaller. The blindingly bright runes faded as it did into a lovely shade of blue, the mass sliding into the bottle. Impossible, it seemed, with how massive the liquid was, and small the bottle, and yet, still poured into it, until was all within. 

The blue male sagged into a chair as he watched and waited, his wound still dripping blood onto the floor. His form seeming suddenly slighter, thinner and more malnourished than usual then when he had started. Having taken a great deal of energy and strength to do as he had done. Still despite his weakness, his eyes remained focused on the bottle before him, waiting and watching. Hoping his spell had worked. If it had gone wrong or failed, he wouldn't have the strength to try again for a very long time. And if whatever he did make turned out to be violent... even he wasn't sure he could beat it in his current state. The spell taking away more than just what was visible. 

Suddenly, the ink bottle shook, small tendrils of an inky black substance slipping out, like it was searching for something. Finding first a pen, then a book. The pages fluttering loudly as they flipped at speed, the pen raising and pressing to empty pages, making characters that even Maleficar had never seen before even in his long life. Maleficar leaning forward eagerly as the ink slid inside of all three items and went still once more. The book laying open at the middle of the floor, the ink bottle and pen neatly beside it, looking almost normal, if he hadn't known better, and if it wasn't on the ground next to a fallen alter. Watching as the letters moved and shifted, the ink rising from the pages, sliding out of the quill, and out of the bottle, the inky streams meeting at the center and a form began to take shape.

As he watched, the mass took the shape of a toskal, the runes glowing brightly around the inky black. Shining eyes staring back at him before the ink seemed to fade and revealed a toskal sitting upon the floor before him. His pelt odd and not symmetric. With stark red markings. The blue male gathering his strength and pushing from his chair to stand before the creature watching him for a long moment, the two staring at one another unblinking. 

"Who are you?" The toskal asked, his voice seeming to have echo to it, staring at the creature before him, his head shifting only when he noticed the blood dripping to the ground. "I am your Maleficar. Your maker. Your master." He told him, the new toskals tail twitching. "Who am I?" It asked in return. With this, Maleficar lowered down kneeling on one knee and slipping his fingers beneath the others chin and meeting his gaze. "I created you." Maleficar explained. "And you shall be named Mi--" "No." the other toskal answered, before the other could finish his sentence. "I don't think I shall..." he told him, making Maleficar frown in disapproval. "I like the name Eligos." he told the other simply. "If it please you." he added lightly, the two looking at one another once more, Maleficar taking a moment before nodding. "Very well. You shall be be named Eligos from now on... And you are mine..."