'The darkest of the dark, blacker than black. No matter how abominable it may be, I simply do not care' Cody Black

  Magiterra, that's the name of this world.

  Monsters roam free, it's natives (Terrans) are born mages.

  Magic flows in excessive abundance throughout nature. The Terrans possess a tyrannical amount of Od.

  They learnt to harness these two mystical energies and have greatly improved their quality of living. Magic is used in all sectors, from fighting monsters to building to culinary and even to bathing. Schools have been set up specifically to educate Terrans on magic.

  The first magic users originated from a region now known as the country of Vorfahr.

  Magiterra is divided into seven main countries : Vorfahr, Vivian Federation, Baskingham, Serenita, Cryfderia, Ching Republic and Irina.

  Mana flows in nature, Od in Terrans. The mana is harnessed through wands which are ranked from rank 1 through to 40 and the Od through Grimoires which are ranked from rank 1 through to 20.

  Monsters who have absorbed magic, gotten it into their bloodstream and those metamorphosed are called Mystics and are ranked from level 1 through to 50.

  All Terrans are born with a magic base alternatively called a Constitution which determines the strength and number of shirts they can cast simultaneously, the amount of magic they can absorb and the amount of Od they can project. Constitutions start from triangles and the highest known constitution ever attained was a hectagon

  All tools mages use are called Auxiliaries they are all sentient and must be named to bolster their strength. From weapons to Grimoires, wands and even hats

  All magic is allowed except practices that fall under dark magic which include Necromancy, summoning, hexing, and the like. All individuals caught practicing in secret will be exiled. The only allowed practitioners are the ones whose families discovered them and even they have their practice guidelines.

  Alas, the greatest mage to tread upon the surface of Magiterra by the name Frederick Von Zachary was also the darkest of mages. He practiced only dark arts, he is responsible for creating more than fifty percent of dark magical arts. He sought power greater than the human body could attain. It was he who discovered the perfect reincarnation technique. Did he die? He didn't get a death, Von Zachary, but in the last moments Magiterra beheld him, he walked through the gates of Illheim ( The realm of evil) as the complement of his final project The Requiem that wasn't. That was how far he fell into the darkness.

  Perhaps the only completely good thing he could be remembered for was his role in defeating Enigma of the Shadows after which he immediately proceeded to go into Illheim with a sealed Enigma.

  His family are the most eligible practitioners of dark magic as the only legacy he left for them.

  It was not only defeating the Enigma, Von Zachary before going rogue was a great weaponeer. He created the 12 swords of Terra.

  Some of his many creations are spread across Terra, some waiting to be discovered and others to be summoned.

  Because of his actions, Zachary, Vorfahr is referred to as the capital of magic.

  However the greatest magic school - Eldritch magic academy was founded by Al Von Eldritch, a close friend of his.

  Von Zachary's exit was dubbed The Illheim incident and took place immediately after The Enigma incident. His dark experiments all recorded are called The Dark Diaries which there are 12 of safely kept in the Von Zachary mansion.

  He was called Frederick the Dark

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  A hundred and twenty four years after The Illheim incident

  Black Mansion, Iseldragon residence, Cryfderia

  A young man aged exactly 21 sat in a brown chair on a black table on which messy books and some alchemy equipment lay just beside his Blue Telelink B44( the latest model). It was the library, a small room on the third floor in the mansion owned by this mage he was ruffling through the pages of a particular one named Myths of Terra 'Finally, finally' he said while ruffling his silky black hair 'The pattern of Illheim's gate. To think it would be in a school textbook, I wonder what kind of curriculum these guys have. Even the cult of Frederick did not have such an exact description' after that statement he paused briefly and pondered 'Or maybe they didn't want to share with strangers?' he added while tearing out the page and drawing what was none other than a decagram in the air with his fingers and slamming the said decagram on the torn page. 'Hope you saw it donovan' he said to his hat, there was no answer 'You stubborn...' he started.

  'Shut up you fool' a young lady aged 18 walked into the room holding a tray with two glasses of wine. She was wearing a white flowing top and black combat shorts. She had cream hair and a rosy complexion with grey eyes. Her hair was made into a braid which fell on her left shoulder. 'That's not a school textbook' she continued 'It is the oldest book in all of Magiterra'

  'Whatever' the young man said as he took the wine 'Gwen, the only reason you're still alive after that statement is because you're my younger sister, stop taking undue advantage' he said as he sipped the wine.

  'Screw you', she said taking her cup

  Just then the B44 rang

  They exchanged glances

  'Pick it' said Gwen

  He tapped on the notification and checked the telelink number, it wasn't saved

  'Hello?' said the man

  'Hey, is that Iseldragon' came the voice

  'Rick!! It's you' he said

  'Listen, wherever you are get out of there now, they're coming for you!'

  'Already?'

  'Get out of there, they want you dead!'

  'Alright, alright'

  He dropped the telelink albeit calmly

  'What'd he say?'

  'They want me dead'

  'Even I want you dead' she retorted

  'Language please!'

  'You had better get out of here'

  He stood up slowly, somewhat unfazed her headed for his cupboard and picked out a black overcoat and boots as he tied a black scarf round his neck and placed his dagger shaped earring on his left ear.

  'Gwen, when I leave, go stay with Rick, I'm not coming back for a long time' said the man

  'Whatever I'm escorting you to the gate'

  'How sweet and you act like you don't care'

  She ignored him

  'Sullivan, Donovan, Lucky, Poe'

  'Yes master' they replied him.

  'We have some business, it's high time I edit The Requiem That Never Was'

  He hurried down the stairs and pushed open the gates of his mansion. Meanwhile Gwen just hopped down from the window

  'Show off' he said

  'You're just wasting time' she scolded

  'Whatever, whatever Grace comes first, Its called Steez maintenance'

  'I'm not denying your Steez but only if you're since can you care for such frivolities'

  'Style comes first my fair lady, style'

  'Why am I still talking to you?' she sighed 'I'm going to the train station, it's your life that's in danger'.

  'Hold up , come on' he said running behind her

  'Volare' he said taking flight 'Accelerare' and with that he vanished into thin air

  'That brat' she said repeating the same spell thus vanishing into thin air at high speed 'I'll get him'

  Cryfderian train station

  The man landed with a big bang 'Ay ay ay ay ay, steeeez' he said removing his hat and courteously boring to no one in particular.

  Then looking up he saw wanted posters on the walls

  'Holy shit, that's me. Wait I'm wanted?'

  Then he remembered Rick's message

  'This is bad'

  Then someone walked out from the front of the station

  'Silky black hair, purple eyes, black scarf, black top hat, black overcoat, dagger earring on the least ear everybody knows that description, it's Cody Black' the man shook his head 'Jeez couldn't you keep a lower profile , I mean bro you're wanted'

  'I didn't know things had escalated this fast'

  'Just hand me the book'

  'No p' he said bringing out the book from his top hat and tossing it. The man caught it.

  'You're being too cooperative'

  'Omg' Cody sighed

  'They said something about a page'

  'Page 343'

  'Exactly'

  'I'm with that'

  The man paused, shocked

  'Do you think you should have told me that?'

  'Yeah...you can't do anything'

  'Why you little....hand it over!!'

  'Ah, pretty muffin..'

  'It's Weiss Von Zachary, this isn't the first time we're meeting you know'

  'Whatever, I would have really loved to throw down but I'm in quite a hurry'

  Cody entered deeper into the station

  'Your corpse ain't leaving here!' Weiss called out

  Cody paused

  'Yeah, I know. My body is' he said maliciously

  'You wanna go?'

  'Heck no I ain't fighting ya, but..., she will'

  'Eirlithriad page 44, falling ice'

  As Weiss turned he was met with a great ice projectile

  'Gwen' said Weiss

  'Scram Cody, I'll be fine'

  'Knock yourself out'

  'He should have at least pretended he cared' she rolled her eyes

  Cody snapped his fingers

  'What?'

  'Nothing'

  Then he dashed off

  'I am your opponent' she told Weiss

  'Hmph, the moment he enters that train, his death is certain, he....'

  'Eirlithriad page 50'

  'Hey, I was talking!'