Magic was a wonderful, nightmarish thing, a miracle produced through talentium and mana. It could manifest the elements, strike down the wicked, summon the monstrous, seal the unwanted, find the lost. And some cases, it can even meddle with life itself, cutting down lifespans, creating lifeforms, and, in a new case, switching lives with another.

When he woke up to the sound of the scarred witch's voice, the man found himself in a new body. One with short brown hair, one that looked like it belonged to him back when he was a young boy. Except he never had the chance to wear such nice clothing back then. Slowly, yet not groggily, he got up and took a deep breath in his new body. His own power still surged in him, but there were new outlets for it. His brain, no, HER brain gave him the information that he needed, as well as the personal tragedies of her past. A boy by the name of Fion. An uncle by the name of Horace. A dean by the name of Corinkarus. A mother by the name of Cygna. A monster by the name of Ry'leh. It seems that, while he had lived his life in Illiserev, she was wrapped up in quite a few adventures, involved in quite a few mysterious events. It was almost a pity, when he started thinking of what he was doing, and what he was planning to do on an individual basis, but then, he stopped.

The man stopped and realized that he didn't actually care, that it was only an effect of these new memories that he even felt any emotion towards it.

The scarred witch, Cygna, was not to be trusted. The vampire witch, the one who first met and guided him, was not to be trusted. But now, he didn't care. He obtained the power to bring out otherworldly monsters, obtained a body capable of using talentium, and retained his prodigious ability to use magic, as one of the few males who COULD create miracles. And now, for something that can be objectively viewed as a selfish, personal desire, he would be willing to destroy more lives like these. But a soft, sibilant whisper in the back of his mind told him that he was righteous, that he should pursue his own path. That sounded good, so he followed the suggestion of that voice, not questioning where that voice came from. Instead, he stood up and slowly clenched his fists.

The people who were coming were most likely people related to her. Probably Fion. Probably Horace. Probably Corinkarus.

He should feel bad about this, shouldn't he? But he didn't.

He should probably warn his 'benefactor' about the collateral damage, shouldn't he? But he didn't.

He should probably think that those who weren't related to that incident were innocent, and thus, should be spared, right? But he didn't.

One snap of his fingers generated a miracle of magic, a cloak of magical energy, a 'window' to another world. Eyes, teeth, claws showed up, pressed against the 'surface' of the cloak, yet unable to pass through it. He wrapped himself in that shroud, until only his head was exposed.

[b]“Witch, you have a summoning spell, was it? Hell Drop? I'll be borrowing that.”[/b]

And then, the room, no, the whole inn trembled, as, unseen by those inside the building, a summoning circle was generated, and massive, gaping maw opened underneath, hundreds of boulder-like teeth smashing through the earth and wood, eating everything in its path as the mouth continued to 'grow' out of the summoning circle.

[b]“I suggest that you take whatever you want and leave.”[/b]

Then the black cloak collapsed on him, the eyes and teeth almost appearing to be smiling, before [i]Riley[/i] disappeared.

One second later, the eldritch monster revealed the entirety of its head as it lunged outwards, snapping its mouth over the entirety of the inn, before falling back into the summoning circle, dragging everything into another hellish dimension.

Yes, this new power was indeed a good one.