Aoki_Aku

It had been hundreds of years since humanity and their Witch allies had been forced to retreat to the fortress cities after the disastrous war to eliminate the Magi Clans. 

Nuclear weapons had burned the skies, and Grand Magic pulled entire continents beneath the seas before the end, but the victory was secured, no Magi was left alive in their slowly recovering world. 

Or so they thought. 

Wolfe Noxus was born on the lower levels of a fortress city run by the Morgana Coven, raised under the glow of magical lights, with magic and technology entwined in every aspect of his life. 

But after his eighteenth birthday, when a get rich quick scheme led him to the forbidden ability to use the powers of the Magi, his whole life would change. 

The forbidden inheritance of the Magi was his. All he had to do was live long enough to embrace it.

Find my discord at discord.gg/hxTpqZQtKN

Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Eventually, the Witches sighed in acceptance and turned to formally address Wolfe.

"I accept that I owe you my life for taking in a Deserter, and I swear that I will not make trouble for you or yours." The closest of the Witches informed him, then reached up to touch her throat where the mark had formed.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, and my mind is still my own." She informed the others.

With that final assurance, the rest of the Deserters joined in, repeating her words and checking out the marks that had formed on the necks of those around them.

"Isn't there a less sketchy Demon to swear on?" One of the last holdouts muttered, putting off swearing the oath.

"I could call Little Reaper over here. He's always bored and looking for someone to hang out with him. I'll bet he wouldn't mind vouching for you. Or you could go for a Fae Pact instead, or even ask our resident Kitsune to vouch for you. She's a real sweetheart." Wolfe suggested.

529 Healing Sensation