[ Akua -- the real one -- is encased in a wreath wiggling letters and magic, the seeping, creeping flow of magic closed first the hole her other self had crafted in the air, so they wouldn't continuously gain velocity over and over. Beneath Amos, he'll see a slight shimmer, like something was there to catch him, and slow his fall, while her other self slammed against a surface. The doppelganger's lips were moving, a flash of letters -- squiggly, undiscernible -- spread before her, and Akua, who knew High Arcana felt her breath leave her in a rush.
She wouldn't? Would she?
It was difficult to summon what she was trying, but she was the Diabolist, and summoning Demons was a dangerous art that she knew all too well. ]
Fine her source.
[ She bit out, as a binding of magic was flung at her younger self before it was swallowed. ]
She's going to summon a demon, and I will not be able to wrest it from her!
[ Her voice picked up over the howling sounds of wind, of an electric fire splitting in the fabric of a reality beyond a mirror, like she was summoning it from the mirror itself. She hissed, and threw another blocker, another few spells in the way, the magic whipped into a torrent as Akua tried to drain the magic itself from her younger self, but it only served to increase Keter's Due, and Akua's doppelganger forced more power into it.
The shadow that started to pool from the mirror was vile, as if the very ground it touched hissed and bubbled, like it was corrupting from its very atoms. ]
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She wouldn't? Would she?
It was difficult to summon what she was trying, but she was the Diabolist, and summoning Demons was a dangerous art that she knew all too well. ]
Fine her source.
[ She bit out, as a binding of magic was flung at her younger self before it was swallowed. ]
She's going to summon a demon, and I will not be able to wrest it from her!
[ Her voice picked up over the howling sounds of wind, of an electric fire splitting in the fabric of a reality beyond a mirror, like she was summoning it from the mirror itself. She hissed, and threw another blocker, another few spells in the way, the magic whipped into a torrent as Akua tried to drain the magic itself from her younger self, but it only served to increase Keter's Due, and Akua's doppelganger forced more power into it.
The shadow that started to pool from the mirror was vile, as if the very ground it touched hissed and bubbled, like it was corrupting from its very atoms. ]