And so as you had done many times before you try to coax them, to nudge them as you want them to go, like blowing soap bubbles. "I'm not here," you breathe into them...or try to at least.
The moment you touch the magic is surges towards you...through you and falls into the place behind your heart,freezing cold and hotter than the sun. You try again and again...and again and every time it slips through your fingers and right into your soul as Usum puts it. While you grow no more adept at stopping it with every try you become convinced that there is something at the other end more than 'a whole pile of magic', a substance, an essence that is heavier, more real.
Being the reasonable and level headed person that you are you grab for that. You can hold it just fine, it does not go back where it came from, but it just lies there, like a lump of steel or maybe uranium. No amount of whispering at it is going to make this bend this into a spell, at least not in English. You are going to need stronger older tools for this.
How do you feel about this?
[] Relieved, one more argument for the White Council not to try to cut off your head
[] Saddened, as much sense as Lasciel's warning makes you would have liked to be a wizard,maybe learn from Harry in formally
[] Perturbed, what does the Essene in your soul do? What spells could need that kind of power
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OOC: So there it is,no easy access to all the flexibility of Dresenverse magic for you unfortunately. You are going to have to make do with your Demon Emperor superpowers for now. To be clear what is happening is your Exaltation is in emergency power mode since there is no Essence out there, there is however this thin denaturated soup of probability that can be used as an Essence precursor so it just slurps that down and produces by its standards a pittance of motes each day. When Molly tries to do mortal sorcery she makes a path of least resistance between the magic she is trying to shape and the cosmic pump in her soul so it just slurps it up.