"Hello everyone!" Hello (^O^)／!
"Today, we'll be diving into the final two sets of magics left for us to discuss."
Angelic and Demonic. Whew, it's about time we wrapped these up so we can finally move on to something else.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, set the scene," said The Librarian, clapping his hands.
And just like that, we're back in the same old field you all know and love. Maybe for the last time? At least I hope so... it'll be a while before we return here, right?
"Ahem," The Librarian cleared his throat. "To start, let's begin with Angelic magics," he said, snapping his fingers.
The hazy image of Heaven appeared, and oh boy, it was a sight to behold. Golden light bathed everything in a warm, divine glow. Towering spires of marble reached for the endless sky, their tips adorned with radiant halos that pulsed gently like heartbeats. Rivers of light flowed in winding streams, glittering as if made of liquid stars. Angels with massive, elegant wings of white and gold soared gracefully through the air, their armor shining with a brilliance that could outmatch the sun. Every inch of the scene radiated beauty, power, and a certain overwhelming majesty, the kind that made you feel both awe-inspired and very, very small.
"Now," continued The Librarian, his tone casual, "when one first hears about Angelic magic, they probably imagine something protective, healing, or guardian-like."
But ho ho ho (^m^), that couldn't be further from the truth!
"Quite right," he nodded. "Angelic magic was granted to angels by none other than the Abrahamic God—yes, THE GOD—to smite His enemies. Heretics, blasphemers, and all the usual suspects that one would expect to be on God's bad side. So Angelic magic, no matter who wields it, is always offensive in nature. There are no defensive spells or truly supportive abilities within the scope of Angelic magic."
And if the name didn't give it away, this magic is, for the most part, exclusive to angels. Which means The Librarian can't use it. Bummer.
"Yes, it truly is," The Librarian agreed. "But not to worry. Today, we've already arranged for an angel to demonstrate Angelic magic for all of you!"
That's right, folks! Give it up for Dave, the new-age angel! And yes, it's the very same Dave you're all familiar with. He got promoted after the whole Maverick debacle and begged to be called Dave. So… here he is.
In a puff of smoke, Dave popped into existence right next to The Librarian, looking very confused. His eyes darted around the field, taking in the scene before landing on The Librarian.
"Oh, hi," Dave said, giving a small, awkward wave.
"Hello, David," The Librarian greeted warmly. "We've summoned you here today to demonstrate some Angelic magic. Lucky for us, you're one of the few angels capable of wielding it. So, would you kindly show us how it works?"
Dave glanced around, clearly searching for someone—me, I assume.
"Why are you saying 'we' when you're the only person here? Also, sure, I can do that. But, um, who are you exactly, sir?"
The Librarian simply patted him on the shoulder. "You don't need to know." He then pointed to a wooden dummy positioned in the distance. "Now, go ahead and show everyone how Angelic magic works."
"Ah, okay, I'll do that, I guess," Dave replied rubbing the back of his head before pointing his right arm toward the wooden dummy.
Suddenly, his arm shimmered, and a weapon began to materialize—a glowing, semi-transparent .50 caliber pistol, radiating a brilliant holy white and gold light. Without hesitation, Dave pulled the trigger. The resulting shot fired a blinding holy bullet, moving far faster than any real-world firearm could achieve. The bullet struck the dummy, obliterating it into a shower of wooden splinters that scattered across the field.
"Was that okay?" Dave asked, lowering the pistol and glancing back at The Librarian.
"I suspected, as a new-age angel, you'd manifest firearms with Angelic magic," The Librarian said, nodding knowingly. "But I trust you're also aware of the other ways Angelic magic can be used. Would you kindly explain them to all the readers?" He gestured broadly to the field—or, more accurately, to you all.
Dave, of course, saw no audience. To him, The Librarian's gesture was aimed at… well, nothing. Still, despite his obvious confusion, Dave shrugged and began explaining.
"Right, uh… so, the main thing you do with Angelic magic is create weapons using divine energy," he began, scratching the back of his head. "All of these weapons are holy, and they're perfect for dealing with undead and stuff like that. But—" Dave raised a finger, "—they're not really all that great against demons. I know people assume Angelic magic is like the main weakness for demons, but we're the same species, so… yeah, that's not how it works."
He paused, frowning slightly as if trying to make sense the assumptions of mortals. "Anyway, aside from creating weapons—which, by the way, is mostly a new-age angel thing—you can also shoot holy blasts, infuse divine energy into whatever you're holding, and use it to smite whoever you're fighting. It's not as glamorous as people think, though."
Dave shifted his weight, crossing his arms. "Honestly, the most impressive use I've seen is when angels create entire fleets of divine weapons—like, full-blown battleships, tanks, cannons, all firing in unison. It's honestly the most practical way to use Angelic magic. You'd be surprised how effective it is. Guns, specifically, are kind of unbeatable. Nothing out there has really evolved to deal with just… being shot by a gun."
The Librarian nodded, his expression one of satisfaction. "Thank you for the explanation. You're free to go now."
With a snap of his fingers, Dave vanished in another puff of smoke.
Don't worry, folks—he won't remember any of this. Well, unless The Writer decides otherwise. He's got the final say on that sorta thing.
"Indeed," The Librarian agreed. "But with that demonstration, I hope you now understand Angelic magic. It's honestly quite straightforward—as it was meant to be. It was granted to smite God's enemies, and it does so exceptionally well. Now, moving on to something a little more complex, let's dive into Demonic magic!"
With another snap of his fingers, The Librarian conjured a vivid image of Hell—a sprawling, surreal panorama bursting with fiery intensity and artistic intricacy. Towering spires of jagged black obsidian twisted into impossible shapes against a backdrop of molten rivers that shimmered in hues of orange, red, and gold. The skies above were an oppressive mix of swirling crimson and violet storms, casting sharp, chaotic shadows on the grotesque, yet oddly majestic, architecture below. Demonic figures dotted the scene—massive, winged monstrosities and smaller, sinewy beings crawling and flying through the fiery landscape, each one unique in its nightmarish design, their forms both terrifying and captivating.
"So, Demonic magic," The Librarian began, gesturing toward the scene. "You've already witnessed it in the story, wielded by the demons who accompanied Malvorr. Kazon, Bilmoth, Arnan etc.—each of their techniques was a form of Demonic magic."
Unlike Angelic magic, Demonic magic is— A complete mess. Seriously, it's all over the place. There's no damn consistency to it. It's chaotic as hell—pun intended. It's like someone took a magic system and said, Screw rules. Let's make everything up as we go!
"Quite right, Narrator. Demonic magic is infinitely more varied compared to Angelic magic. And here's an interesting tidbit—demonic energy is really just divine energy going by another name. A rebranding, if you will." He paused, waving a hand dismissively. "Why the name change? Likely just to make it sound more ominous."
But the variety? That's all thanks to the first and oldest angel—not Lucifer Morningstar, by the way—who had an absurdly broad skill set thanks to his… well, let's call it a crusade across the multiverse.
"Indeed," The Librarian continued. "This particular angel 'taught' the old-age angels, who followed him and Lucifer after their war against God, an array of skills that evolved into the diverse forms of Demonic magic we see today. That's why there's no single set of rules governing Demonic magic—it's more like a collection of wildly different techniques loosely grouped together."
Which, by the way, is why we can't exactly show you Demonic magic. There's just too much variety to give a single, coherent demonstration.
"Precisely. However, fear not—you'll see plenty more examples as the story unfolds."
And let me tell you, I'm already dreading narrating some of the insanity The Writer has planned. Seriously, I've seen snippets of it, and… yeah. Let's just say it's going to be a lot.
"Well, good luck with that," The Librarian said, sounding entirely unsympathetic, the fuck did I do? "Now, we've explained the final two types of magic, so happy learning and good—"
Wait, （ﾟДﾟ）—we haven't told them how people other than angels and demons can use Angelic or Demonic magic!
"Ah, you're right. So, here's the deal: using Angelic or Demonic magics as a non-angel or non-demon is actually quite simple. You just have to… sell your soul. To an angel or a demon. That's it."
Yep, no fancy contracts like with Unholy magic. You're handing over your soul, no strings attached. The angel or demon gets your soul, and in exchange, you get access to their magic. That's the trade.
"Are there ways around this? Ha ha ha, of course, there are ways. Ritual magic is one, and that's it. If you want to use it without losing your soul, you'd need to either perform highly complex rituals or… well, be Jesus. Those are your only options."
And with that—
"That's it for the magic explanations! Goodbye, and happy learning!"