[Noloty Kagerou PoisonSugarDemon Maruchie Sakata]

[Mephista Jezebella Jakurin RavendawnPhelesSakata ~ SerpentiaSugarDragon]

The emerald glow of arcane fire flickered across the ancient stone carvings of the altar, casting ethereal shadows that danced upon the sacred grove. Mephista stood at the threshold, her crimson eyes gleaming with quiet determination. The weight of her dark robes flowed like liquid night; the golden sigils etched into her armor glinting beneath the celestial light filtering through Yggdrasil’s colossal branches.

Before her, Noloty’s Sacred Altar pulsed with an ancient, unseen energy—one that whispered of power, of wisdom beyond mortal comprehension. The very air hummed with latent magic; a force so potent it threatened to pull lesser beings into its grasp. But Mephista was no mere mortal.

She stepped forward, her clawed fingers tightening around the glowing sphere of eldritch energy she conjured. “Auntie Noloty,” she called, her voice steady yet edged with hunger. “I have come to learn.”

A gust of wind rustled through the grove, carrying with it the distant chime of unseen bells. The altar responded in kind, its surface shifting with inscriptions of spells lost to time. A test of will, a challenge of worth.

Mephista smirked. *So be it. *

The trial had begun.

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[Noloty Kagerou PoisonSugarDemon Maruchie Sakata]

Perched upon the altar’s edge, Noloty watched as Mephista stepped into her domain, the younger teen’s determination evident in every stride. The air crackled with energy—raw, unbridled, and oh so eager to be tamed. A smirk played on Noloty’s lips as she rested her chin upon her hand, her golden gaze studying the ambitious visitor with quiet amusement.

“You come seeking power,” she mused, her voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the sheer force of magic swirling around them. “How… predictable.”

Mephista’s crimson eyes flared, but Noloty held up a hand before she could speak. “Spare me the speech about your resolve, child. I can already see it in your stance.” She straightened, stepping down from the altar, her long robes flowing like celestial light woven into fabric. She circled Mephista with an air of careful assessment, as if peeling back the layers of her soul.

“There’s fire in you, yes. A hunger that could make the stars tremble…” Noloty’s smirk deepened, and then, without warning, she flicked her wrist. A sigil burst into the air between them, a small but intricate rune glowing with ancient power. “And yet… you are still naïve.”

The sigil pulsed, unraveling into a dozen smaller glyphs before dissipating in the wind. Noloty’s expression softened—not out of pity but understanding. “You wish to learn spells to aid you in battle. To master the forces beyond your reach. But tell me, Mephista… do you even understand the weight of the magic you seek?”

Silence.

Noloty chuckled. “Of course not. That’s why I’ll teach you.” She extended a hand, her fingers alight with golden fire. “But you will take baby steps. Power is not in the spell itself—it’s in knowing when to wield it, and more importantly, when not to.”

A pause, a challenge unspoken.

“Agree to my terms, and you shall learn not just battle spells, but the wisdom that shapes true mastery.”

The choice was Mephista’s to make.

[Mephista Jezebella Jakurin RavendawnPhelesSakata ~ SerpentiaSugarDragon]

The air was thick with arcane energy, each pulse of magic humming through the sacred grove like the whispered breath of the cosmos. Mephista remained still, her crimson eyes locked onto Noloty’s golden gaze. She had come here prepared to demand power, to prove her worth, but now…

Now, she remembered who stood before her.

This was not just some ancient priestess of Yggdrasil. This was Noloty. The spiritual warrior. The guardian. The woman whose very presence commanded reverence. More importantly—her aunt.

The realization struck deep, colder than the night winds that rustled the sacred leaves above them.

She had felt Noloty’s power before, but standing here, in her true domain, Mephista understood. Her aunt was a force beyond reckoning. Not one to be toyed with, nor questioned in her wisdom.

The smirk that had threatened to rise in defiance faded from Mephista’s lips. She swallowed the embers of her pride and took a step forward, this time with measured respect rather than youthful arrogance.

“I understand, Aunt Noloty,” she said, her voice steady but tinged with something new—humility. “I will follow your guidance. Teach me, and I will learn as you will it.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Noloty’s smirk returned, softer this time, carrying the weight of a mentor who had seen this transformation before.

“Good,” she mused, turning back toward the altar, her golden fire still flickering at her fingertips. “Then let us begin.”

And with that, the first lesson unfolded beneath the sacred branches of Yggdrasil.

[Noloty Kagerou PoisonSugarDemon Maruchie Sakata]

The Sacred Altar sat nestled in a clearing where time seemed to still and magic breathed freely. Soft beams of moonlight filtered through the canopy above, bathing the space in silver luminescence. Crystals and sacred herbs circled the altar, each pulsing with protective energy. The air smelled of sage, starlight, and something older—something divine.

Queen Hild lay upon the altar’s smooth stone surface, her eyes closed, breath steady but slower than Noloty had ever seen. Her white hair spilled over the side like a cascading veil of snow, her normally radiant skin dimmed to a cooler tone. The elixir worked differently than any healing she had known. It didn’t destroy—it unraveled. Unbound the raw demonic power that clung to her like a second skin, forcing her essence to adapt, to blend.

Noloty knelt beside her, one hand resting lightly on Hild’s wrist, monitoring the subtle rhythm of her pulse. She had cast every protective ward she knew. The potion had to work—but it demanded a toll.

“You’ve walked these lands before, Mother,” she whispered, voice both gentle and weary. “But never without disruption. This time, you’ll walk among them without the world recoiling.”

A flicker passed across Hild’s face—lips twitching, fingers curling slightly.

Good, Noloty thought. She’s fighting. That’s more like her.

She stood, smoothing her robe, blue eyes scanning the altar’s edge where her daughters’ footprints still lingered in the soil from earlier visits. Soon, they would come again. This time, Hild would meet them not as a force to be feared, but as a presence—complicated, yes, but present.

And Noloty would make sure of it.