The Blue Mage (Wanda Maximoff X Male OC) (ON HOLD)

Chapter XXIV - Unknown Trial

February 18th, 2019, Salem, Massachusetts US

Victor Faust POV

"It's wrong, but one's suffering is other's happiness. That's how this world operates. Those poor women truly mark this place. Their pain reeks from the ground and the sky."

Victor really hated humans now. To prosecute, torment and then burn someone alive based on superstitions straight from the medieval ages. Still... Their torture has made an imprint on the fauna of this place.

He moved through the forest as the first light nuzzled his neck. The thick, wild grass bend under his pressure as he passed through old trees. His hand was glowing with a faint blue light, searching for the perfect place, the perfect blueprint for his herb. He tried to ignore the sour taste of shame in his throat. To move through such trouble for a something he once did as easy as breathing...

Finally, after an hour of walking, he finally found a small grove surrounded by tall trees. The light could barely pierce through the thick leafs. Victor dropped to the ground and pulled out a metal flash. After taking a long sip and biting down his teeth, he started to work. Carefully, he poured order magic into the ground before him.

"I might as well make herb here. It shouldn't be too long with how soaked with magic this place is."

Thick blue veins slowly spread around the grass. He grabbed the essence of this place, ever changed by the dead witches, and he pulled. A white and black silhouette flew from the ground. Victor quickly pulled out a sample of Sylvia. The light moved into the metallic needle and slowly started to reshape it. Sweat was pouring from his forehead and gradually carved a soggy path through his skin.

"Hello there, dear!" A chirpy female voice boomed behind him.

"Kurwa" Victor cursed and jumped. He hastily hid Sylvia's needle. Before him stood a raven-haired woman wearing a cocky smirk. She crossed her arms, showing off slender fingers, and moved closer. Her long skirt waved gently, showing off her heeled leather boots. She wore an elegant white shirt and a velvet black jacket.

"Hell... hello there, Miss."

"Really smooth there, Victor. What, are you ten years old again?"

"Disturbing the dead, are we? How quaint."

"I don't know what you are talking about. Do you see any dead here?"

"You can stop that green thumb." She took another step forward as her blue eyes gazed into his own. Victor couldn't help but to notice her strong jaw, high cheekbones, pale skin, and dark hair...

"Have we met before?" He couldn't help but to ask. The woman laughed, hiding her lips behind her hand.

"Certainly not. You would know." She twirled the elegant brooch on her chest. "I tend to leave an impression. Especially on men."

Victor took a step back and sent a discreet mental probe into her mind. The woman's eyes glowed purple, and he was pushed back with a force that sent him falling to the nearest tree.

"It's not nice to peek at a girl without consent! Haven't your mother taught you any better?" She came closer, her mouth ready to keep talking, but then she stopped. Her brow furrowed as she studied Victor's face. He felt a cold shiver down his spine, like he was a scientific specimen.

"She was too busy I'm afraid, and you were right, that was wrong of me. My apologies Miss."

"How the hell I didn't sense her magic?!" Victor did his best to appear calm and collected.

"Well, at least you know how to apologize." She mused, much less snarky. Her eyes remained fixated on him as if they were searching for something. "What is your name, sorcerer? And don't call me Miss, you are making me feel old. I'm Agatha." She raised her chin high. She was the poshest woman he had ever seen.