The Magical Boy Casimir

This world is not always as it appears to be. Many of the things we have been told are not real are in some fashion real. The ancients understood our world in a quite unique way. They saw the intertwining of the spiritual and physical as just any other part of life, and they accepted it with open arms. Some things cannot be denied about the universe either. There is a polarity to all things, good and bad, right, and wrong, male, and female and the sacred balance of the Universe seeks to keep these forces from overpowering each other and plunging the cosmos into chaos. The Universe had an answer to this problem. Witches. Witches are supernatural being gifted with amazing powers to do great good in the world, but like all things using power, they can be perverted to evil like anyone else. More than this, some seek to purposely p*****t witches to evil for their own ends. In ancient Rome, a council of witches was formed to overlook the affairs of witches and to determine when intervention was needed. The council formed a group of powerful witch warriors to hunt down wayward witches and either strip them of their powers or destroy them if they cannot be reasoned with. In our fabulous world, there are other beings of magic as well. Faery’s, ghosts, demons, unicorns, all real, and all exist in a state of flux between two dimensions in our world and in the other realms. Demons exist in what humans have typically called hell. Angels reside in Heaven; Fae resides in the Faelund or Otherworld and so on. When balance is achieved the Universe is like a well-oiled clock. Things move smoothly, and everything balances it out. Outside of our Universe in the pocket between realities is known as the Void, and one would imagine it to be just that Void and empty, but in fact, some beings live there too. Many know this darkness as the Outer Darkness, yet another realm where spiritual beings come from. Void beings are highly misunderstood, from their purpose to their intentions when in our Universe, many things are unknown about them. Witches are interesting beings. Witches can come into existence in three ways. They can be born with innate abilities which make them more powerful than other witches. They can be given powers by a higher source, A God a demon, something greater than a typical human. Finally, they can pick up esoteric tomes which reveal hints to the secret workings of the Universe. By immersing themselves in this study they can learn to manipulate the energies of the universe through sheer force of will. They may never be as powerful as a natural-born witch, but they can still become powerful. Magic and psychic abilities function in much the same way a muscle does. The more your repeat and action the more toned you become, and the more you press your limits the stronger. Occasionally a taboo relationship between a demonic and a witch would occur. Such relationships were highly unsuccessful for demons are notoriously vain and self-seeking. More than this their actions frequently divert the balance of the Universe to further their personal goals. When a demon and a witch mate they create an incredibly powerful hybrid being and much sought after by the forces of light and darkness to be a champion for either side's cause. Always in a struggle to keep their demonic nature in check, through time their bloodlines become diluted. The thirst for power wanes, and the struggle to do what is right diminishes. Everyone once in a while a demonic strain of DNA will assert itself over the witch DNA in a person several generations after the initial hybrid was born. These powerful witches tend to be born with a mark or deformity which gives them some demonic trait. This trait allows them to tap into the demonic energies of their bloodline in equal portions to the witchcraft energies. Much like their hybrid ancestors, they are highly sought after for their power as champions of good or evil. One such young man born with what is known as a demon’s kiss or devil’s kiss is named Casimir Yost. Casimir, or Cas, lived his life like most teenage outcasts. He was an outcast not so much because of who he was, but because of what he felt inside about himself. Casimir had been raised in the church and had lived his whole life in secret hiding the fact he was gay, tormented by the idea his whole life could condemn him to hell. His depression was real and so was his desire to get away from his parents and family, because as far as he knew they held the same beliefs. On this day Casimir’s parents were out of town on business and his brother was away at college. Barely eighteen with the house to himself, he decides it was time to strut. Stripping down to only his boxers and blasting his music, he walked around the house eating a sandwich and intermittently using his hairbrush as a microphone. His computer was updating, and he had nothing better to do than relax. As he began to fade from reality into the recesses of his mind, he became acutely aware that something seemed off around him. He could not explain it, other than a sense of impending doom. Christians, especially charismatic Christians, would call this a holy spirit nudge. So, he walked slowly into the living room and turned down the music. Nothing seemed out of place, but he still felt uneasy. Putting his clothes back on, he walked into the front yard and looked up at the night sky. It was beautiful and enchanting. He noticed a shooting star and made a wish, but that was when he noticed the shooting star was moving strangely and getting bigger. Mesmerized by what he was seeing, he almost did not react when he realized that this shooting star was much more than a shooting star, it was a humanoid being! Casimir in a state of shock stammered for something to say, but words did not form from his lips. The woman dressed in a skin-tight shiny pleather suite and with purple glowing eyes smiled wickedly down at him. Casimir began to slowly come back to his senses, and he began to back up rapidly. “Oh good, you are going to play hard to get, I like games.” The woman’s evil cackle pierced the night like a shrill set of nails on a chalkboard, what also bothered Cas is that his birthmark was mysteriously burning. Running inside the house he slammed and locked the door. Moving through the house slowly and methodically like in one of his games he could hear her laughter at the front door as he hid behind the couch trying to stay out of sight while he thought about what his next move should be. What he really wanted to do was wake up from this crazy dream, but a slap to the face revealed he was very much awake, and this was somehow all real. Moments later the door blew off the hinges with smoke and debris, and the woman stepped inside. “Come out come out wherever you are!” Cas held his breath hoping she would not hear him. She moved into the dining room and Cas made his break for the front door. Moments later she was in hot pursuit, and like a true tormentor, she was only playing with her food. She easily could have flown up to him and taken her prize, but she was much more interested in the chase, the game, the hunt. Casimir made a straight jaunt towards the woods, and moments later was taking cover in the dark. The woman called out to him. “Oh, Casimir? You can hide all you want to. I can smell your fear and your magic.” Magic? What the holy hell was she talking about. Of course, moments earlier he had never seen a flying woman before, so this was really getting scary and interesting. Creeping along the ground slowly he was about to stand up when a hand went around his mouth and pulled him into a bush. His eyes widened as he looked straight into the face of his mother. What was she doing in these woods when she was supposed to be on a business trip? More than this, what was she doing in these woods at all? Cas and Duke, his older brother, had been playing in these woods since they were children. They had a fort built and everything. To this day when Cas needed to get away from everyone, he would go there to decompress or masturbate, whichever happened first. His mom looked him deep in the eyes and she spoke. When she spoke to Cas’s surprise it was his voice which issued from her lips. “Over here you hag!” Moments later where his mother had been none other than him. She had transformed into his exact likeness! Casimir began to say something, but she placed he finger to his lips. She whispered quickly and quietly. “When I run out, you run back to the house. A man named Andre’ will be waiting for you there. He is here to help. Don’t ask too many questions right now, we will explain everything as soon as we can.” Casimir, though scared, nodded. His mom took off running into the clearing to the east, while he went west back to the house. Suddenly flashes of light and screams filled the forest. He could hear his mother yelling and the woman. Against his mothers' wishes he ran back, he had to help her! Turning around a tree to his surprise his mother was wearing what would appear to be Armor of some sort and brandishing a sword. His eyes widened. What is the holy f**k was going on!? He needed to wake up, he wanted to wake up, this could not be real. His mother, with who he rarely agreed completely, using a sword and fighting a woman who came out of the sky. The evil woman giggled as she blocked another swipe. “Oh Sandy, do you really think you can still defend him? You have gotten rusty in your older age, and your time as a “Christian” has made you weak. Give up, give me your powers, and we will take diligent care of the boy.” Sandy narrowed her eyes. “You will never have him. We will see to that, not until our dying breaths!” “As you wish!” Casimir stood shocked and full of horror. A huge bolt of lightning erupted from the evil woman’s sword and slammed hard into his mother’s chest. He screamed as she landed on her knees and fell forward smoking. He screamed so loud and hard he could not hear himself scream. He also could not see the birthmark glow. The vile woman turned in shock at the high-volume scream. Casimir had lifted from the ground. Light and energy of all sorts flowing around him. Cygnus’s eyes got wider. “YOU HURT MY MOM! YOU HURT MY MUMMY!” The first shockwave flattened the trees around him, and it sent Cygnus flying backward into a tree. She barely managed to teleport out before the second shockwave hit. More trees and c*****e from his power erupted, and then everything was black. He had no idea how long he slept, or where he was when he woke up, all he knew was that things were very wrong, and he prayed sincerely to God that when he opened his eyes it had all been a dream. What he found was some people he did not know and Duke his older brother. His mother was covered in a blanket still breathing and they were in the back of a van. “Duke! What is happening!? Is Mom okay!?” Casimir crawled over to his mother and looked down at her. Tears were welling in his eyes. Duke put a hand on his brother’s should and spoke. “She took a direct lightning bolt. She is in a bad way, if we can get her to the coven, we might be able to save her, but if we do not hurry…” Coven? What man? Casimir’s head was swimming. First a woman from the sky, then his mom fighting with a sword before being struck by lightning which came from the woman from the sky. He had no recollection of what happened right after the lighting stuck his mother or before ending up in the van. He looked his brother dead in the eye. “What is going on Duke?” “Casimir, we have a lot to tell you, and not all of it is going to make sense, but once we tell you, you will begin to understand a lot of things which have happened in your life.” “Would you stop being so cryptic? Just tell me what the hell is going on!?” Duke looked at his mother who nodded gingerly. “Casimir. We are witches.” Casimir’s eyes widened. It sorts of made sense. Odd things had always happened around him. Like when he was upset pipes would sometimes burst, or windows would c***k. He always chalked it up to the house settling or something else, but he could see from all his reading and video games how he could be a witch, and how this could explain those things. What he could not understand is why if they were witches, they had him going to church this whole time and they had been pretending to be Christians. Then his mother stopped breathing. Casimir lost it while the others tried CPR, but it was too late. She was gone. Moments later so was he. It was too much, and Casimir passed out once more. Meanwhile… Abigail sat at her easel painting. She could feel the static in the air. Something was up, had been all day. Now as the midnight hour drew near, she could tell whatever had been going on had end. Then suddenly she had a vision. She saw the woman in the woods fighting the other woman. She had seen them before in dreams for weeks now. She could see them most clearly now. She turned to her familiar Sheba; she was a white cat who sat near the fireplace. “Seems we will have visitors soon Sheba.” The cat did not move, but she meowed in response.