The Sealing

“Please watch your step, Victor!” Seraph exclaimed, taking him by the wrist and pulling him forward.

Victor’s lips were frozen in mixture of disgust and fear as he stumbled across the stone floor, sprites scurrying underfoot. An occasional burst of light from Seraph prevented any of the creatures from nipping his ankles, which he was eternally grateful for.

Victor had grown accustomed to the back of Seraph’s head, a reassuring sight but a reminder that he was just...following him.

His heart hadn't stopped pounding. Esper had wanted him specifically to help him. Was he really that good at magic? Morena had praised him, but he couldn't help but to feel he was lacking.

Seraph and Esper had the raw power, the skill that Victor blatantly just didn't have. They could hold their own in a fight, and they most certainly didn't feel faint from a short jog.

The most he had ever done for the team was to bring other people back to life.

“Victor, are you listening to me?” Esper asked.

Victor flinched. “Uh.”

Esper was crouched on the floor, touching a set of violet stones mounted on a pedestal. “I found the source of the problem,” he murmured, “The sealing spell on the sanctuary has been broken. All we need to do is reseal the shrine. It should be fairly simple.”

Victor met him on the floor. Esper’s face was tight, it had been tight for days. It was subtle, but he saw him jerk every time the sounds of combat reached a climax. Victor didn't want to bring it up.

“I need you to draw runes for a sealing spell under these stones, okay? Once you power the spell, I’ll join in. Our combined magic should be enough. Seraph, please make sure nothing disturbs us.”

A beam of light zapped a nearby sprite. Seraph nodded. “Do not fear, Esper.”

“Why-Why do I need to draw the runes?” Victor squeaked, pulling a ritual pencil from his bag.

“I'm blind, Victor.”

He blushed. “Right, sorry.”

Cautiously, Victor dragged the pencil across the shrine’s surface, recreating the images he had saw in his spellbook. His lines were shaky, but he figured it would have to work.

Blue magic sparked across his fingers as he slapped his hands against the runes, energy flooding through the ash lines. Esper gave him a gentle smile, his own pink magic joining in the spell.

His heart skipped as he stared down at his hands. For a moment, he was back in that warehouse, hovering over Matthew’s dead body. Nausea climbed up his throat as he felt his cold skin under his fingers, lifeless eyes

His hands spasmed, his flow of magic abruptly stopping. The muscles in his throat tightened. He couldn't move.

“Victor!” Esper shouted, “What are you doing?”

The spell started to collapse, magic sparks flickering and dying. Victor was frozen, speechless.

“Excuse me, Victor,” Seraph murmured quickly but politely, hitting his knees beside him. Seraph’s hands met the runes, golden energy merging with Esper’s.

The stones on the shrine erupted in light, a shockwave traveling across the floor. In a flash, the sprites exploded, leaving a deathly silence in their wake.

Seraph and Esper let out a collective sigh. Victor couldn't release the air in his lungs.

“Thank you, Seraph,” Esper said, pulling himself off the ground, “That was almost a disaster. Victor, are you alright? Was that spell too much for you?”

Victor hugged his chest, face drenched in sweat. Esper had asked him to do one thing, and he couldn't even manage it.

Author's Note- occasionally i write a chapter im really proud of, and this is one of them! i love writing from victors pov, hes a favorite character of mine. poor baby though...

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