Love, when was the first time Marco felt it before... Marco confessed without even thinking it is a big deal. He feels and he shares - there is no censorship, no filter - who needs these things when you speak magical words.
His first love was a false one he loved a boy named Jack, but their love slowly disappeared as the two continued their training. Marco felt that Jack was programmed to care for nothing but his faith. Marco could sense how their heart to heart conversations became less and less about what they wanted from life. About how they felt - instead these conversation became about power, magic and ways to kill people. Jack wanted to kill - he was still innocent but was fundamentally changed. Jack could not wait for his first blood - and Marco was terrified of his first Blood. While still physically attracted to the boy, Marco quickly understood they had nothing in common. He was now completely alone.
It was only after Marco shot his teacher that, he received what was the cruelest punishment so far - to be tortured by Jack. The group was already skilled with spellcasting and could cast their first offensive spell - the manabolt. Marco on the other hand, could not understand anything. Their instructions were all based on the capability to sense the astral world, to see the mana. It took Marco a while to understand that the astral was not some metaphorical world. To everyone else that world was as real as the physical world. Marco, however, felt as if he was expected to do real magic after watching Harry potter or some other fictional movie. None of these things made any sense for him.
That bastard teacher had him paired with Jack. It was on purpose to permanently kill what little they had left. The lesson was simple they were to strike each other with mana bolts. The offender practice spellcasting and the defender practice counterspelling. But how... how can Marco do any of these things - when all the teachings assumed that he can see the astral world?
It was plain torture, the manabolt spell strikes the aura and does not directly damage the body. Instead it damages your soul, the emotional pain is so severe that it manifests as physical damage. It was a good tool for torture. To Marco’s horror, being near death was not a release, not at all - that cursed instructor kept healing Marco’s body - so that his soul can take more and more torture.
Marco watched helplessly as Jack was happy to dish him the manabolt spell time after time. All Marco could do was to roll on the floor in pain. He was crying and screaming, it was unlike anything Marco sensed before. He felt as if every single memory was polluted by this spell. Every happy moment turned painful and evil. The emotional pain was so great that Marco had to hide some of his emotions away, lock them someplace deep that the spell could not touch them. He was in such pain that he wasn’t thankful for the healing- he wished that Jack would somehow cast that manabolt so powerful that it will just kill Marco.
Marco met Agrat for the first time, only after many hours of torture. He was not alone in his mind, there was someone else with him. He felt her as a burning passion. Agrat turned off his pain as if Marco was nothing that a trid. Only with the pain gone, Marco could see clearly. She was a succubus. Marco imagined her before, but now she felt so real as if she was hugging him. To Marco Agrat felt like both a lover and a mother. She had mercy for him, and blazing passion. Before that moment Agrat was nothing more then a naughty thought in Marco's mind. Now, Marco could actually touch her, and Agrat hugged and passionately kissed Marco. She looked into his eyes and softly said “You can make him stop and even undo some of the damage to his soul. I taught you how - just do it.”
Marco knew who the demon was, her name was Agrat - a gift, or a reward. Daughter of dancing. Agrat was considered the mother of all demons. Christianity saw her as the incarnation of evil - a burning passion that blinds the eyes of the righteous. Agrat was the one that can lead even the most righteous into the sins of the flesh. She corrupted souls of righteous believers since ancient times. Marco was completely aware to that - but he kissed her back. After all, she took his pain away. Jesus was silent, silent despite Marco's constant prayers. Agrat came uninvited - she saw he was in pain and wanted to help. She made Marco sexually aroused - more aroused than Marco even knew possible. He knew what she wanted him to do. “I will do it, Agrat bat Mhalat.” He said. The succubus never told him her name, but Marco felt who she really was.
In some metaphorical world Marco begun to sing. It was a sad melody of love, loss and passion. He could feel how Agrat was singing with him empowering his song. Marco did not understand, how he did it but these mental patterns allowed him to channel mana without seeing it. Agrat taught him how to overcome his limitation. Marco could now manipulate the astral world by visioning it as music. Like her name suggests, Agrat gave Marco a gift. When he had no one, she was with him. Despite being the queen of demons - she had all the time in the world to be with him. Either he was very important for her. Or perhaps powerful entities can be in multiple places at the same time.
When Marco opened his eyes, he looked at Jack and said just three words “I loved you”. Marco could not anticipate the effect of these words. Jack was overwhelmed with passion, he was so sexually charged up that he just had to release this tension. He jumped Marco covering him with kisses and undressing him. Marco was so surprised, and he still could feel Agrat touching his body exciting him with her lips. Marco could see that the Teacher despite having some more self control felt no different than Jack.
Jack was dominant and manly. He had Marco in multiple manners and Marco felt in heaven. They did it right in front of the teacher and were so crazed that nothing mattered. Marco was sure that he is in some odd erotic fantasy, it was only when he finally climaxed that things changed. Being unskilled with magic, the sensation that overwhelmed Marco, Jack’s and Agrat sharing him and exciting him. It was too much - Marco could not maintain that melody. As soon as Marco climaxed the melody ended. In that moment, Jack's passion became shame and rage. Jack and the teacher both were beating Marco like crazed animals, accusing him for what they just did and how they felt - he dammed their souls. They did not stop until Marco blacked out.
