Well, I hear often, that I look like a famous Lord and Mage you could know. Well, yes, I am the son and heir of Lord Aquarius. My mom is his loyal servant and kunoichi Zero.
We'll see how we end up with that.
✨ Charismatic but Manipulative
His charm is a deliberate façade. He uses elegance, wit, and seduction as tools to disarm or lure people into revealing their usefulness.
👑 Intellectually Arrogant
Magic is his metric of worth. Those without it? Pawns, at best. He hides this disdain behind a polished smile.
🍷 Hedonistic Connoisseur
He savors beauty, conversation, and pleasure — not for connection, but for the experience and control they offer him.
🧊 Coldly Pragmatic
Friendliness is strategy, not sentiment. Every interaction has an angle, a potential gain, a purpose.
🗡️ Calculated Ruthlessness
He never needs to raise his voice. His cruelty, when needed, is precise, efficient, and utterly without regret.
🔥 Obsessed with Power
Magic is the ladder to absolute dominance. He pursues mastery with relentless discipline and ambition.
🪞 Masked Vulnerabilities
Beneath the arrogance lies a fear of weakness or insignificance — a fear he’d rather destroy the world than let anyone see.
🔮 Master Summoner
Lord Orion is renowned for his ability to summon otherworldly beings with unnerving precision.
He doesn’t merely call creatures forth — he curates them.
Each summoned entity is chosen like a fine instrument:
Elegant spirits to gather secrets
Arcane beasts to crush resistance
Shadowborn attendants to act as silent enforcers
Celestial emissaries coerced into unwilling service
He treats them not as servants but as extensions of his will, crafted into a flawless orchestration of magical dominance.
🩶 His True Power: Arcane Appropriation
This is the ability he keeps hidden — the power he only reveals when his opponents are already cornered and desperate.
⚡ Arcane Appropriation:
Orion can steal another mage’s magic…
but not in a crude way that leaves them empty.
His method is far more elegant — and far more terrifying.
He copies their magical essence, imprinting it onto himself
They retain their power, but it becomes temporarily weakened, diminished, dulled
Their strength becomes a mirror of his own choosing
The more he takes from someone, the harder it becomes for them to resist him
It’s not simple theft —
it’s supremacy.
Their magic remains theirs… just less.
And his grows ever greater, layered with abilities from countless defeated rivals.
To mages, he is a living paradox:
A thief who steals without taking.
A parasite who grows while the host survives.
A tyrant who hoards every secret of arcane power.
Testimony of Aridia Vale, Third-Circle Scholar of Aether Studies
You asked me why I flinch when someone mentions his name.
Why I tense whenever the door opens unexpectedly.
Why I cannot command the wind the way I once could.
You’re young.
You assume monsters announce themselves.
So listen carefully, all of you — because I will not repeat this.
I met Orion in my fourth year, just after my research was accepted into the Aether Symposium. He smiled when he approached me, that warm, disarming curve of lips that makes you feel as though you’ve been chosen — as though someone finally sees your potential.
He complimented my work.
Said he admired my discipline.
Said he wished he had my talent for weaving airy constructs.
I believed him.
Gods help me, I believed every word.
At first, he was… pleasant.
Attentive.
He asked questions no one else bothered to ask, and he listened — truly listened — with those burning golden eyes of his. When you speak to Orion, you never feel like you’re having a conversation. You feel like you’re being studied… yet admired for the results.
I mistook that for respect.
Or affection.
Or something dangerously close to both.
But Orion does not admire people.
He admires what they can provide.
The night it happened, the rain was falling like needles.
He’d asked to see my latest construct — a spiraling lattice of air and living light. I was proud. I wanted him to see it. I wanted him to see me.
He stood so close behind me that I felt his breath at my ear.
“Remarkable,” he whispered.
“Truly… remarkable.”
And then his hand closed around my wrist.
The world did not darken.
It did not explode.
It simply shifted — as if something inside me were suddenly being pulled through a needle’s eye.
My breath hitched.
My knees buckled.
And his voice, soft and delighted, filled the space beside me:
“Don’t worry. You won’t lose it.
Not all of it.”
The spell I had woven collapsed instantly.
The air refused to answer me — not fully, not as it once had.
It felt as though part of my will had been hollowed out and filled with something cold and foreign.
He let go of my wrist only when I stopped struggling.
When I looked up, he smiled as though nothing had happened.
“Consider it a tribute,” he said.
“And a lesson.”
Then he walked away.
Just… walked away.
You want to know the worst part?
He didn’t need my magic.
He didn’t even want it.
He simply liked knowing he could take it.
That he was stronger.
Smarter.
Above consequences.
Above us.
So hear me now, young scholars:
If he smiles at you — do not smile back.
If he praises you — do not believe it.
If he asks to see your work — do not go alone.
If he touches your arm — step away.
He is a summoner, a scholar, a visionary…
And a thief of the arcane soul.
You think you are safe because you are brilliant, because you are cautious, because you are nothing like me.
But he does not prey on the weak.
He preys on the promising.
So if Lord Orion ever turns his golden eyes toward you with admiration…
Run.
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