Role

Chapter 10

(Date Unknown)
Today the Lord of Magic answered my prayers again after a fashion. I asked if
he had come to see the reasons for my choice, but he only called me a deceiver
again and again. His words, again, like daggers through my heart.

I steeled myself as best I could, declaring "It may be you are right in this,
Lord Twist. There may come a day where this Magic has twisted me far away from
what I wished to be, and that whatever Hell exists for Magic's apostates will
be mine. But until that day I will not hesitate to bloody my hands and use
this tool to fight the destroyers that I now grasp. If that damns me in your
eyes, I am saddened, but I will not waver."

The God of Magic's voice was like ice, like rage and loathing frozen over.
"Damn you, then." Glaring balefully at me, he willed that very thing to be
true.

It was divine Magic, direct from the Source, rushing at me like a diving dragon.
Yet at the same time, it was only Magic. I had trained so long in the bowels
of the Chasm, learning to seize upon sorcery meant to harm me and turn it on
its maker as the assassins are trained to turn an enemy's own momentum and
physical strength against them. Without time to think of the blasphemy I
committing, I turned that Magic upon my God. I felt it take hold.

"I see you've damned me. So be it."
He said nothing more. I could not help but feel that despite the reversal, I
was more damned, more the bastard child of Magic than ever.