Magic is emotion

At the Lair

Douxie came round. He found himself in a dark, pitch black place. He started exploring the place. "Do you like the place, wizard?" a female voice emerged. Douxie looked around everywhere for the owner of that voice. A beautiful woman came out of the shadows. She didn’t look like the bad guy, but appearances aren't everything. "Who are you? And why am I here?" Douxie asked. "I'm here to restore what's mine." the woman replied. "What do you mean?" Douxie asked. For a while, he kept thinking of what the woman meant. Then he remembered Nari. "Could it be?" he whispered to himself. "Hi Douxie, I'm Maria. Don't you ever feel like you've been underestimated, unappreciated and humiliated by your master Merlin, or should I say, ex-master?" Maria laughed sarcastically. "You're such a talented, handsome guy. You're a pure work of art. You deserve to be on your own, mastering yourself and your own magic." she said. She put her hand on his cheek, tightened her touch, and started. "Deniga cosai!" she chanted the spell. Douxie kept fighting and struggling her, but she was stronger than him. He was unarmed, and she took away all the magic that was within himself. He was now vulnerable, a normal human being with a brain that can be controlled by anyone capable of doing it. The spell was taking its effect slowly, torturing Douxie in the process. Douxie's eyes were changing colours gradually from hazel, to beige, then brown, then reddish brown, then red, then dark red and finally to bloody red. He became more fierce, more wild and more villainous. Douxie wasn't himself anymore, but a heartless, bloodthirsty, wicked guy. "Good boy." Maria said. "Now, I want you to destroy the Guardians of Arcadia." "Yes, ma'am." Douxie replied.