Chapter One: [Y/N] Hexblossom

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Cyrus Hexblossom wasn't always called Hexblossom. In fact, that was just a nom de plume that he had given himself. No one knew of his original and legal name (Arthur Sproutling). And his story was similar to that of Mother Gothel. An old man that lived by one motive, craving youth and immortality. Craving it to the point of going against the Science Laws and the Magic Deities. To create someone that could give him this power.

That is where Winona Hexblossom came in. Cyrus Hexblossom adopted a little elvan girl with extreme magical power. And by little, I mean she was an infant. An infant that would be raised to coinside with his plans. Plans of combing science and magic. To create a life. Through Alchemy. By a price. The little girl's magic will cease to exist. No ability to have magic ever again. And why couldn't Cyrus do it you ask?

Because he didn't have enough magical power in him to create a life. Because he was basically on the weaker end of the Seven Deadly Sins from Nanatsu no Taizai and Winona was a practical demonic Erza wearing Nakagami armour. And finally, the day he had been waiting for came. Winona was six now. And it was time to get her to use her magic to create a body. A body of an infant.

Cyrus had been training her for this morning. For this moment where she would lose what would make her special. And she did. Winona used all of her magical energy within her to create the mortal body of the all-powerful elvan infant mage. And a glowing specter of fire flies glowed in the mushroom before creating a massive array of light. Which no one remembers besides the three of them.

And Winona fainted. While the baby cried soundly on the table. Cyrus picked her up into his arms.

"My darling. A perfect first try. A perfect life. For what I have planned." Cyrus smirked.

An evil smirk.
Phase one was over with.
Two more to go.

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