Magi: Red String Of Fate

Magi: Red String Of Fate

People are told that fate cannot be changed, that your destiny is already written and falling into depravity is the only way one can follow their own ambition and will.

But that isn't true, people are the masters of their own fates. The rukh's guidance or fate is only a misconception, a residual energy, there is no pre-written fate. The real fate lies within each individual.

It is said that when one is loved by the rukh stained in black, they have the power to change fate. However, they are not the only ones with that ability.

The sacred miracles are the balance. They keep the world in proper order, guide and protect nations against dark forces known as daemons. Their vibrant red rukh is what differentiates them from the rest.They work well with both white rukh and black rukh.

A red thread symbolizes the string connecting someone to their soulmate, their true love. The crimson rukh knows the individual's deepest desires and intentions and that's why the red thread originated from the crimson rukh.

When the new world was created after Alma Torran's fall, the sacred miracles could only protect the world against daemons and not Al thamen was because they were incomplete. But a millenia later, their king was finally born and with his birth, Al Thamen and daemons gain strength.

With Al Thamen and daemons strarting to become bolder, the Sacred Miracles have no choice but to fight back with extra measures, to ensure their victory and the world's safety.

Girldad!Judar fluff cause brainrot took over

Judar would prob be the type of dad who will let his daughter play and put makeup on him even though she's little and hasn't have a clue on how to apply eyeshadow or any of the sort; if his little girl wants to play makeup he will sit down and let her use his face as a canvas. He'll end up looking like a total clown, but oddly enough he's fine with it--which is a lot coming from the magi, considering he takes great pride in his good looks, but his daughter's laughter is one of the very few things in the world that could melt the ice around his heart, so he goes through with it.

His daughter has him wrapped around her little finger no matter how much he refuses to admit it

Yes, but hear me out, absolutely no arranged fic for REN HAKUYUU, THE CROWN PRINCE OF KOU. It it absolutely unfair tbh.

There's 48373934 arranged marriage reader/oc fics for Kouen/Kouha/Koumei but 0.3 for Hakuryuu what's up with that 😤

the magi of alma torran [01] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. fluff/romance, future smut + a hint of angst

warnings. language, cussing, blood, violence, graphic scenes

words. 1.2k

summary. your new destiny started the moment hakuryuu stepped foot into belial's dungeon.

note. whew, i've been plotting this for over a month and it's finally here 🛐 i'll try to keep each chapter drabble-sized, but i can't promise anything. i hope y'all enjoy this series ✨

as always, comments and rbs are much appreciated!

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a new destiny.

Pity is all you feel for the black King Vessel as lie after lie falls from his mouth which is filled with blood. The crimson liquid stains his once pristine white clothing and trickles from the corner of his mouth like water from an overflowing sink. Lies are to be punished with cuts to the flesh and if that young prince isn't careful, he would perish sooner or later.

Hakuryuu clutches the cut along his chest, pulls himself back to his feet and kills the illusion of his sister who he used to hold so dear. Her image disappears into golden smoke, yet the blood spurting from her body feels very much real. "No matter how many illusions you show me, I won't turn back to a path of hypocrisy. You should just submit to me, djinn!"

"We will never give the metal vessel to a black king," Belial speaks with his arms crossed over his chest. The ornaments of his arms and chest ominously clink against one another.

"We? That's funny!," Judar laughs despite being heavily wounded himself. He points at you standing right next to the djinn of truth and conviction. "Your girlie hasn't moved an inch the entire time we've been here! To me, it looks like she wants you to be conquered, Belial."

Oh, how badly you want to say no and step in to aid the djinn who's been keeping you company all this time. But it's not your place to speak up nor play an active role in this world where you aren't supposed to be. You choose to let the fallen Magi laugh. You choose not to play an active part or else destiny would lose its natural flow.

After all, it's destiny that Belial is about to become the fallen prince's Metal Vessel.

And who are you to meddle with such a fickle thing?

"Submit to my king, Belial!," Judar shouts, raises both hands and shapes lightning of black color, the air crackling in a sinister way. His magic creeps along the walls and treasury of the ceiling like Ill Ilah's own hands are about to lure you into the depths of depravity.

Belial's fist collides with Judar's discharging lightning. The clash of dark and light makes the dungeon crumble bit by bit as if it was a house of cards. Chunks of jade fall from the ceiling, treasures of high value disappear into the depths of the dungeon as the ground beneath your feet is gradually ripped open.

Your Borg protects you from the malicious magic and the dropping chunks, but it doesn't protect you from the view you witness once the smoke has settled. "Belial..," you whisper in shock.

In front of you, Belial is on the ground. Ropes of black lightning cover his torso and limbs, rendering the mighty djinn immobile. He struggles against the restraints, against the natural law that is about to bind him to a black King Vessel that he tried to purify. But all effort is futile. Belial is just like a fish caught in the net.

"Your own destiny has started, [Name]." Belial's gaze finds your frowning face and he gifts you a smile before his being becomes one with the King Vessel.

"My own..?"

"What a sob story," Judar comments and tilts his head to the side as he regards your still passive form. Something about the way the Rukh flock to you and kiss that golden staff of yours ticks the Magi off. He narrows his crimson eyes at you. "I wonder what a mere woman is doing here. Maybe we shouldㅡ"

"Cut it out, Judar," Hakuryuu interrupts his Magi's train of thought, although his own blue gaze rests on your borg-protected form for a beat too long. "We should get going before this place crushes us."

Judar puts his hands on his hips and sighs. "As you command, my king."

You watch the duo disappear through an eight-pointed star while the dungeon ceases to exist. Chunks of gold, silver, jade and everything valuable crumbles in on itself. Clouds of smoke fill the once vast treasury.

As always, you remain passive and unfazed.

If this dungeon is going down then so are you.

"I'm happy we didn't end up too far away from each other!" Judar crosses his arms behind his head, his feet catching up with Hakuryuu who is a few steps ahead of him. The fallen Magi smiles at the glowing star on Hakuryuu's shoulder and wonders just what kind of Metal Vessel Belial is.

"It saves me the trouble of searching several days for you and wasting time." Several plants are cut out of the way by the blade of Hakuryuu's naginata.

"Did I hear that right? Searching for me would be a waste of time? That almost hurt, Hakuㅡ What the hell?" The Magi's bare feet stumble upon a golden staff with a crimson gem in the middle; a staff his eyes know well despite having seen it for a maximum of a few minutes.

"What's wrong, Judar?" Curious, Hakuryuu joins his Magi's side. Not too far away, he spots you lying in the tall grass, obviously unconscious but not injured whatsoever. Right, you used to be in Belial's dungeon. Not as a fellow conqueror, but not as a guardian of said djinn, either. You were just there.

Golden bracelets and necklaces adorned with several gems decorate your body. The turban with the attached headdress is slightly out of place and reveals a third eye drawn on your forehead with what Hakuryuu thinks is red paint.

If Hakuryuu didn't know any better, he would assume that you are of noble status. Maybe even a princess of a foreign state, but your clothing and ornaments were more foreign than anything else outside of Kou.

Judar pokes your unconscious body with his staff that looks more like a polearm than anything else. You don't react, letting the sharp edges brush over your cheek. He grins. "Hah, I didn't notice it before but this shorty is a Magi. The Rukh around her piss me off, though."

"Another Magi?," Hakuryuu inquires, disbelief laced in his voice and his eyes widening ever-so-slightly. "Is such a thing even possible?" According to his knowledge, each era has merely three Magi and not five.

"Beats me." Shrugging his shoulders, Judar squats down to your face, his own remaining unimpressed. The Rukh surrounding you are as pure as can be, blinding with a strange sense of wisdom buried in their wings. Even Judar's black Rukh are attracted to you; how irritating these birds and your existence are.

"What do you think? Should we kill her? She could end up being a pain in the ass, y'know?"

Hakuryuu cocks his hip to the side, his eyes rest on your body. Considering you are Belial's ally, it would be correct to assume you would seek revenge due to Judar having forced the djinn into submission. On the other hand, you never fought Hakuryuu or his Magi or defended Belial.

If Hakuryuu plays his cards right, you could become a valuable ally to him.

"No. We'll take her with us."

Once you fall down the hole of oc/canon shipping you will never get out 😭

the magi of alma torran [05] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. mentions of death/dying

words. 968

summary. you touch your cheeks, but don't feel any warmth. you touch your chest, but don't feel your own heartbeat.

and yet you know you are as happy as the moon when the sun shares its light.

notes. y'all know i just had to include The Forehead Touch™ 🤠 anyways, next week we're gonna see judar and get to see a few other starring characters ✨

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scars never fade.

There's only so much Hakuryuu understands of Belial's powers. Day and night, he would stay up and figure out the complex magic which is supposed to be his. But no matter how much Hakuryuu tries, all he ends up with is a split scythe, broken into two for reasons he cannot name. The prince thinks it's Belial's fault for refusing to become his djinn on his own accord.

Luckily for Hakuryuu, he has a lovely Magi by his side. And no, he doesn't refer to Judar.

Heavy raindrops slip from heavy, gray clouds as the fourth prince wanders through the palace garden. Petals glistened in the rain, the wooden path snaking its way through bushes, trees and past pavilions is several shades darker and more slippery. Chilly is the air that blows past Hakuryuu's pale face, triggering goosebumps on his neck and arms.

The prince takes one step after another while his azure eyes are seeking out your silhouette hidden in the vast garden where he used to train with his brothers. Occasionally, Hakuryuu swears he can hear his brothers' laughter, the metallic cling of swords clashing in a sparring session and his sister calling them inside for a cup of tea and pastries.

But all of this is long gone. They will always remain memories of the past.

Suddenly, Hakuryuu stops. He finally finds you with a fine umbrella between your graceful fingers and bare feet buried in the damp grass. Head lowered, you curiously gaze into the pond in front of you; fat koi fish roam the space. Above them, pink water lilies are in full bloom and serve as mere decoration.

Slowly, you turn around and greet the prince with the smile he said he liked to see and waved him over. "You'll catch a cold if you keep standing there. Come here."

Hakuryuu finds home underneath the umbrella and takes it from your hands to share the small space, shoulder to shoulder. "Thanks," he murmurs.

"Tell me, what leads you to me?," you asked, a gentle caress laced in each syllable that spills from your lips.

Silently, Hakuryuu wonders if he has become that predictable or if this is merely the ability of a Magi to sense intentions. Yet again, Hakuryuu has never come to you without desiring to know something. "Belial's powers," he starts, voice firm.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to figure out his magic. Much less, summon this djinn's weapon. All I end up with is one half of a scythe." Hakuryuu hates to admit that he's struggling to learn something that had come so easily to him when he got Zagan.

"Belial's magic, huh?," you wonder out loud and stop in your tracks right underneath a small pavilion. Gently, you lay your hand upon Hakuryuu's shoulder armor and instantly, the djinn's symbol illuminates the space around the two of you. A fond smile stretches your lips.

"Belial's scythe is capable of severing the spirit from the body. Your nerves, feelings, memory, everything you are, gets sealed in a space separate from ours." You look up at Hakuryuu, gaze unusually hard and serious. Deftly, your hands remove the headdress in the shape of a crescent moon.

"If his scythe slashes your head, you end up dead, Hakuryuu."

Hakuryuu's eyes narrow and he drops the umbrella; a dull thud is all that's heard. His chest rises and falls quicker, sweat trickles down his temple as the prince spots the scar on the top of your head. "Belial..killed you..?"

"You have already heard of Ill Ilah's descent in Alma Torran and this is the price I paid for helping King Solomon seal the deity." Hugging the crescent moon to your chest, you lower your eyes to the ground and let them flutter shut. You sigh.

"It was an accident. I got caught in the crossfire and before I knew it, Belial severed my spirit from my body. When djinns were created and my body was with Belial, he managed to restore my consciousness and a few of my senses.."

Why? Why is your story tugging at Hakuryuu's heartstrings? Your words leave ripples in the still sea that is his troubled mind. Ripples lead to waves and waves lead to disastrous floods which shape a wish purer than his Rukh could ever hope to become.

He wishes he could've stopped your downfall.

"[Name].."

So caught up in the past, you fail to notice Hakuryuu holding and lifting your hand. You're too busy rambling about feelings of regret, guilt, despair. Tears brim your eyes, painting them glossy, but you refuse to be so vulnerable in front of the prince.

"..But up until this day, I can't feel anything. I can't feel pain, I can't feel the sun on my skin, I can't feelㅡ"

"Do you think this would hurt?," Hakuryuu cuts you off.

Opening your eyes with a gasp, you finally see that Hakuryuu's resting his forehead against your own, right where your third eye remains. Although once filled with remorse, the tight look on your face softens gradually.

You gulp down the lump in your throat. "Allow me to be delusional, but I do not believe you would hurt me."

Instead of one of his infamous half-smirks, Hakuryuu grants you a smile and reaches for the headdress clasped in your hands. Dare you say, he is gentle when putting the crescent moon back on your head where it belongs and wrapping the single layer of cloth once around your hair. You touch your cheeks, but don't feel any warmth. You touch your chest, but don't feel your own heartbeat.

And yet you know you are as happy as the birds are when the sun rises, when the fireworks explode, when the sun illuminates the moon.

"Then keep being delusional."

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