Chapter 22: The First Halloween Part 4
Stolas and Octavia stepped into the shadow of a large oak tree, letting Danny and Tucker continue trick-or-treating. Thankfully, one of the benefits of being an owl demon was dark vision.
"Just look at them," Stolas said. "I had my fair share of bullies growing up, but I at least had my family name backing me up. Young Daniel doesn't have that. If anything, his family's reputation seems to make the situation worse. Granted, Dash and his cronies are terrorizing not just Daniel but other children as well?"
Octavia folded her arms. "You and I know this wouldn't last long for kids in Hell. They deserve a taste of their own medicine."
Stolas arched a brow, a slow grin creeping across his face. "Poetic justice, then? I must admit, I do love a bit of theatrics. What do you have in mind, my darling?"
Octavia smirked mischievously. "Danny's been showing me some horror movies to get me in the Halloween spirit."
Stolas raised a brow. "You have? What kind?"
"Uh... Stuff for my age?"
"Sure you did."
"Anyways, I know what will really stick with them."
Stolas hummed thoughtfully, summoning a small scrying spell. The orb expanded into a circular, mirror-like surface, revealing the dimly lit town park. Dash and his friends—Dale, Kwan, and a few others—were still shoving Mikey and Tommy around.
"Ah, there they are," Stolas said, calm but laced with disdain. "Look at them. Children who don't have a care in the world but still choose to get joy in hurting others. Just another band of miscreants."
Octavia tilted her head. "A small part of me is glad I had home-schooling."
Stolas nodded. "Believe me. I asked my father if I could try it out, and I left after about a week. Some kids have no taste in the fine arts...
Octavia's smirk deepened. "So, what do you say, Dad? Ready to get this started."
Stolas chuckled, the scrying spell dissolving into wisps of light. "Indeed I am. Let us give these sinners in the making a little taste of Hell."
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Dash, Dale, Kwan, and their crew lounged near the swings, laughing loudly as they swapped candy and plotted their next prank.
Dash stood at the group's center, laughing as he rifled through Mikey and Tommy's candy bags. "You call this a haul? Pathetic. My parents bought way more candy than you nerds could get." Dash tossed one of the candy bags to a friend.
Kwan chuckled nervously at the now-darkened park. "Yeah, but maybe we should call it a night. It's getting late."
"Scared of the dark, Kwan?" Dash mocked, tossing a candy wrapper at him.
As if in answer, the park suddenly grew colder. The streetlights flickered and dimmed until they barely emitted a glow, leaving the area cloaked in shadow.
A sudden gust of wind whipped through the park. The park lamps flickered, then dimmed.
"What the…?" Dale muttered, looking up at the lights. "You guys see that?"
One of the bullies started to look around, noticing the shift in lighting.
"Hoot." A faint rustling came from the nearby trees, followed by an eerie hooting sound that echoed through the park.
"What was that?" Kwan asked.
The boys froze.
Dash scoffed, trying to mask his growing discomfort. "Probably just a dumb owl or something."
Another hoot sounded, louder this time, followed by the distinct sound of wings flapping. The shadows seemed to deepen, and glowing red eyes appeared in the trees around them.
"Okay, that's not normal," Dale whispered, backing toward the swings.
The shadows shifted and merged into the shape of enormous owls with sharp, talon-like claws and wings that spanned impossibly wide. Their feathers shimmered like black smoke, and their piercing red eyes locked onto the group.
More shadowy birds started to appear in the trees surrounding them.
"Who dares disturb my slumber?" a booming voice echoed, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.
Dash's bravado faltered as he took a step back. "Who's there? Come out and face me!"
The owl creatures swooped closer, their talons scraping against the ground as they circled the group. One of them opened its beak, and instead of a hoot, a guttural growl escaped, sending shivers down the boys' spines.
"What the? Stay away!" he shouted, backing up, but the creatures only moved closer.
Kwan dropped his candy bag and clutched Dash's arm. "Dash, I don't like this. Let's get out of here!"
The shadows grew taller and more menacing, surrounding the boys. One of the owl creatures lunged at Dash, its claws swiping dangerously close to his face. Dash let out a terrified yelp and stumbled backward.
"Run!" Kwan shouted, bolting toward the park exit. The others didn't need convincing—they scattered in all directions, screaming as the owl monsters chased them, their shrieks echoing through the park.
Before they could run away, the shadows cast by the trees stretched, wrapping around the boys in inky black tendrils.
Looking down, he saw the shadows shift into vines slithering up from the earth, their thorny tendrils wrapping tightly around his legs. He fell with a thud, clawing at the ground as the vines dragged him back toward the shadows. "Help! Get these things off me!" he screamed. The other bullies fared no better.
A towering owl figure materialized behind them, its eyes glowing blood-red, its claws gleaming wickedly. Each step shook the ground.
Dash turned, his face pale as the monstrous figure lunged toward him, claws outstretched and forced him to the ground.
"Mommy!"
Then, the world went dark.
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Stolas and Octavia watched as the bullies were on the grass, crying in the fetal position. They were all too panicked to think clearly. In reality, it was all just tricks. None of them were actually hurt. They would probably come out of their stupor in a few minutes.
Octavia grinned. "Well, that was satisfying."
Stolas stepped forward, his illusion of the monstrous creature dissolving into smoke. "Indeed."
Octavia grinned. "A job well done."
"Most certainly." With a satisfied sigh, Stolas turned to his daughter. "Do you think they learned their lesson?"
"Maybe," Octavia replied with a grin. "Might have to do this again next year if they don't change."
He huffed. "We shall see."
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Mikey and Tommy huddled together in fear, unsure whether to run or stay. The bullies stopped harassing them to eat their candy, allowing them to hide. The next thing they knew, the world became a horror movie. Something started attacking the bullies. If nerds knew anything, they knew to duck and hide when danger arrived. Both kids closed their eyes and huddled behind the tree as they heard the other kids progressively scream in fear before running away. Minutes of silence passed before they heard a voice.
"Oh, hello there."
Mikey and Tommy screamed and grabbed at each other. Their voices died down as they started to take in the people before them. It seemed to be a father and daughter.
"Are you boys okay? We heard screaming and came to see if everyone was okay."
"There- There were others here getting attacked!"
"Attacked?" The man looked behind the tree they were next to. "I don't see anyone else here."
The two boys peeked out and also saw no one. The bullies were gone. "But- But"
"I believe you and your schoolmates might have been the victim of the usual Halloween prank." In truth, Stolas teleported the kids further away.
"It- It- was definitely real."
The man shrugged. "If you say so. In any case, my daughter and I found these nearby. Are they yours?" The man pulled out Mikey and Tommy's candy bags. What surprised the kids was that they were overflowing with extra treats. The boys' eyes widened as they took in the sight.
"Whoa," Mikey breathed, picking up his bag. "This is even more than we had!"
"I was so sure Dash took all the good stuff. How did this happen?"
The daughter shrugged. "Maybe you got a lucky break."
The father nodded. "I suggest you don't let it go to waste.
"Thank you so much for bringing back our bags!" Tommy said, clutching it tightly.
Stolas gave a small bow. "Think nothing of it, boys. Enjoy the rest of your Halloween."
The two boys nodded eagerly, grinning as they hurried off to rejoin their families, their laughter echoing in the distance.
Stolas and Octavia exchanged a satisfied glance before slipping back toward the street where Danny and Tucker were finishing at another house. When they rejoined the group, they acted as though nothing had happened.
When Danny turned around, he noticed Octavia and Stolas casually reappearing from around the corner, both wearing innocent expressions but with unmistakable grins lurking at the corners of their mouths.
As they moved along the sidewalk, they passed by the park. Across the street, Dash and his friends came into view, running wildly and screaming about monsters, their voices shrill and panicked. One of them tripped over a curb, and another lost their shoe in the chaos. Parents and other kids gave them strange looks, whispering and chuckling as the bullies stumbled past.
Danny and Tucker couldn't help but laugh, watching Dash trip over his own feet in his desperate escape.
Octavia tilted her head, feigning curiosity. "Oh, what could have gotten them so shaken?"
Tucker burst into laughter. "What the heck happened to them? Did someone finally give Dash a taste of his own medicine?"
Stolas shrugged, trying to keep a straight face. "I haven't the slightest idea, but I'd call it karma if you ask me."
Danny put two and two together. He couldn't help but grin, though his gaze drifted to Octavia and Stolas. The father-daughter duo wore matching, satisfied smirks. That was all the confirmation he needed.
When Tucker looked away momentarily, Danny gave them a quick, heartfelt hug. "Thank you, guys. Really. But you didn't have to go through all that for me."
Octavia looked at him and smiled, "No one messes with my friend."
Stolas gave Danny a knowing look. "Tell me, if you ever saw someone picking on Octavia, would you just stand by?"
Danny didn't even hesitate. "Of course not. I'd do something about it."
Octavia's eyes lit up. "Good, 'cause we've got each other's backs."
Stolas was proud. "Then I'd say we're on the same page."
Octavia held up her bag. "Now, let's get more candy!"
As the group continued down the final stretch of houses, Danny felt a weight lift from his shoulders. Seeing Dash get what he deserved—and knowing his friends had his back—made the night feel a little brighter. Meanwhile, Stolas and Octavia exchanged a contented glance, silently proud of their handiwork as they walked alongside their apprentice.
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Danny, Tucker, Octavia, and Stolas made their way through the neighborhood as they approached a house adorned with cobwebs and skeletons.
"Alright, this one's next." Tucker adjusted his bag of candy.
The group joined a short line of trick-or-treaters, each eagerly awaiting their turn at the door. As they stepped forward, they noticed a small figure in an orange costume with a burlap sack mask standing behind them.
When it was their turn, the cheerful adult at the door greeted them warmly. "Happy Halloween! Aren't you all just the cutest little witches and wizards?" She handed each of them a generous handful of candy. Danny, Tucker, and Octavia grinned, their bags rustling as they accepted the treats.
Then came the turn of the small figure.
The adult peered into her candy bowl and frowned. "Oh dear…" She looked up at the masked child apologetically. "I'm so sorry, deary. It seems I've run out for the night. I wish you luck at the next house."
Samhain tilted his head slightly, looking from the woman's empty hands to the sack he carried. Behind the mask, his eyes narrowed as his grip on the sack tightened. Violating one of the sacred tenants of Halloween—ensuring every trick-or-treater received their due—was not something Samhain took lightly.
Just as he considered how to punish her, a smaller hand extended into his view. It held a piece of candy.
"You can have mine," Danny said with a soft smile. "Don't worry. My friends and I are sharing. I'd feel bad too if I was the last one to not get any."
Samhain froze, staring at the boy for a moment. Slowly, he reached out and accepted the candy with a nod. He didn't speak, but somehow, Danny felt a sense of approval.
The adult at the door clasped her hands together, smiling brightly. "Aww, isn't that sweet? Such a kind young man."
Inside his mind, Samhain seethed. You are spared the wrath of Hallows Eve only because of the boy's mercy. Be grateful.
As the group turned to leave, Tucker nudged Danny. "That was cool of you, man."
Danny shrugged. "It just felt like the right thing to do. We already have a lot."
Stolas simply patted Danny on the shoulder. "A good young man you are."
The group walked to the sidewalk, and Samhain trailed silently behind them.
As he observed the group, Samhain tilted his head slightly. His hollow eyes behind the burlap mask closely studied the adult and young girl. They were not human—of that, he was certain. There was no essence of a human soul to perceive. Demon? Demons on Halloween typically adhered to one of three behaviors: they killed humans, fed on their emotions, or kept to themselves.
But these two demons intrigued him. They appeared to have an amicable relationship with the kind-hearted boy who had shared his treats moments ago. For now, Samhain saw no reason to antagonize the demons. They posed no threat, and the boy's gesture had stayed his hand.
Meanwhile, Octavia and Stolas felt something… off. It was not threatening, necessarily. The child was strange, for lack of better words. Granted, they were demons from Hell. Maybe the children were equally weird.
Danny turned to look at Samhain, a friendly smile on his face. "By the way, my name's Danny. What's yours?"
Samhain didn't respond. Instead, he raised a small hand and pointed past them to something behind the group.
Curious, they all turned around. A lone jack-o'-lantern sat on the sidewalk's edge with a flickering orange glow. Its eerie grin seemed almost alive in the dim light.
When they turned back to where Samhain had been, he was gone.
Octavia's brow furrowed. "Where did he go?"
Danny looked around. "I… I guess he didn't want to stick around."
Stolas glanced back at the jack-o'-lantern. "Perhaps he enjoys his privacy."
Tucker shrugged. "Weird kid. But hey, it's Halloween. You do you."
The group then moved on, continuing down the sidewalk. Unbeknownst to them, Samhain watched them from the shadows of the nearby trees before leaving.
Chapter 23: The First Halloween Part 5
In the Fenton living room, Maddie and Jack worked on their latest ghost-hunting gadget prototypes.
Jack held up a clunky device in his hands with a triumphant grin. "Haha! One step closer to completion,"
Before Maddie could comment, the doorbell rang. "Looks like we've got another trick-or-treater, Jack. Can you get it?"
Jack grabbed the Ghost Gabber and a nearby candy bowl. "On it, Maddie!"
Next to the candy bowl was the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick—just in case. He swung the door open and found a peculiar figure: a small child in orange pajamas, a burlap sack mask, and a sack stretched open expectantly.
Jack's Ghost Gabber beeped, and to his surprise, a robotic voice translated the figure's eerie silence. "Trick or treat. Fear me!"
Jack blinked at the device and then at the child. Noticing the child staring at the device. "Hey, kid, check out the latest prototype in ghost-hunting technology: the Ghost Gabber. It takes the mysterious sounds a ghost makes and translates them into words you and I use every day. Here, try it!"
Samhain tilted his head curiously. The device intrigued him, so he let out a faint, almost imperceptible sound.
The Ghost Gabber translated: "Happy Halloween. Fear me."
"I can understand your silence, kid! Even I'm speechless at how amazing this is—well, almost amazing. Needs some work. Not sure why it's making up words." He frowned, giving the device a shake.
Samhain's focus shifted back to the task at hand. He raised his sack higher, signaling his request for candy.
"Oh, right, the candy! Sorry about that. I just get so excited about ghosts!" Jack grabbed a handful of candy from the bowl and dropped it into Samhain's bag. "There you go. Have a good Halloween, kid!"
Samhain bowed his head slightly in thanks before walking down the driveway.
Jack watched the child waddle off.
Just as Samhain reached the street, he paused, returning to look at the house for a long moment. This home could hold potential interest in the future.
With Danny
Soon, the night came to a close. The group made their way to a nearby playground. They found an empty bench near the swings.
Tucker dramatically dumped his haul onto the bench. "Behold, the fruits of my labor!" He puffed out his chest. "A perfectly executed, scientifically proven method of candy collection!"
Danny snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure running up to every door screaming, 'Trick or treat!' was totally scientific."
"It's all about speed, man," Tucker shot back. "I've optimized the process. That's why my bag's bursting."
Octavia sat quietly beside them. "I've never had this much candy before,"
Danny encouraged her, "First Halloween, and you're already a pro. Nice work, Via."
Octavia looked up at him, her smile widening just a bit. "Thanks."
Stolas approached the group with his own bag in hand, noticeably fuller than any of theirs. He sat down gracefully on the bench's armrest, peering into his bag as though appraising fine jewelry. "It seems I've managed to acquire quite the collection myself," he remarked, his voice rich with humor.
Danny grinned. "Yeah, I wonder how that happened. Couldn't be you charming all the homeowners for more, right?"
Stolas chuckled. "Perhaps. One must ensure their child has the best experience, even if it means taking on the burden of more candy."
Tucker burst out laughing. "Yeah, some sacrifice, Stolas."
Octavia glanced at her father. "He's not wrong, though. Thanks for coming with us, Dad."
Stolas ruffled her hair affectionately. "Anything for you, my dear."
Soon, Stolas glanced at his watch. "It's getting rather late. Perhaps we should start heading back."
Danny nodded. "Yeah, probably a good idea. My parents are gonna start wondering where I am."
Tucker groaned in mock disappointment. "Fine, but this has been the best Halloween haul yet. Totally worth it."
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The group strolled up to Tucker's house. Tucker adjusted his candy bag over his shoulder and turned to face the group. "Thanks for letting me tag along, guys. Best Halloween ever."
Danny chuckled. "Told you it'd be fun."
Tucker extended a hand to Stolas, looking up at the tall, disguised demon with a hint of respect in his eyes. "You're pretty cool—for an adult."
Stolas knelt slightly to meet Tucker's height, taking the boy's hand in his own with a gracious smile. "Why, thank you, Tucker. You're quite the remarkable young man yourself."
Tucker flushed slightly at the compliment, mumbling, "Yeah, well… thanks." He turned to Octavia, holding out a fist. "And you, first-timer—you're alright."
Octavia smiled, her usual reserved demeanor softening as she returned the fist bump. "You're alright, too, for someone obsessed with gadgets and candy."
Tucker laughed. "Next year, Danny, we're making this a tradition."
Danny grinned. "You got it."
The front door opened, revealing Tucker's parents, who had clearly been waiting for their son.
"Tucker, there you are," his mom said. We were starting to get worried."
"Sorry, Mom, I lost track of time," Tucker replied sheepishly. He gestured toward Stolas and Octavia. "But these guys were awesome. They kept an eye on us all night."
Tucker's dad shook Stolas's hand. "Thank you for watching over them. Tucker can be… energetic."
Stolas gave a polite nod. "It was my pleasure."
Tucker's mom smiled at Octavia. "And you must be a new friend. Tucker mentioned meeting someone new today."
Octavia nodded. "Yes, ma'am. It was… a lot of fun."
"Well, we're glad you had a good time. And thank you again for keeping an eye on the kids," Tucker's dad added.
"Of course," Stolas replied with a gracious bow of his head. "It was a night to remember."
With a final wave, Tucker headed inside, his parents following after him. "See you at school, Danny!" Tucker called over his shoulder before the door closed.
As they turned to leave, Danny let out a small laugh. "Tucker's already planning next year."
Stolas smiled knowingly. "It seems you've made a lasting impression on him, Octavia."
Octavia gave a small shrug with amusement. "I guess he's not so bad."
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Stolas, Octavia, and Danny approached the Fenton household. Danny knocked on the door.
Moments later, Maddie opened it. Seeing her son, she immediately pulled him into a hug. "Welcome back home, Danny."
"Hi, Mom." Danny returned the hug.
Maddie's eyes shifted to Octavia, who gave a small, shy wave.
Maddie smiled kindly at her. "Did you all have a fun Halloween?"
Danny beamed and held up his bulging bag of candy. "Yup! Look at all the candy I got."
Maddie chuckled, eyeing the impressive haul. "That's quite the haul! I'll try to hide some of it from your father. He needs to watch his sugar."
Danny snickered. "Good luck with that."
Maddie turned to Stolas, her expression grateful. "Thank you for taking the kids out tonight. Jack and I have been swamped with some new developments in our work."
Stolas waved a hand dismissively, his demeanor warm. "Think nothing of it. It was an enjoyable night for all of us."
Octavia looked up at her father, her eyes bright. "Can we do it again next year?"
Stolas smiled down at her, his expression soft. "Of course, my dear." Maddie expressed the same.
Danny chimed in. "Thank you, Mr. Stolas. This was the best Halloween ever."
Stolas inclined his head. "It was our pleasure, Danny."
Maddie sniffed the air as the conversation paused, her brow furrowing slightly. She leaned closer to Danny, sniffing again before pulling back with a hint of concern. "Danny, is that... vanilla? And... egg? Did something happen tonight?"
Danny froze, avoiding her gaze. Stolas stepped in, his tone measured but firm. "Some ne'er-do-wells thought it amusing to throw eggs at passersby," he explained, tactfully omitting the water incident and his magical clean-up efforts.
Maddie's expression softened as she knelt at Danny's level, pulling him into another hug. "Are you okay, baby? Were you hurt?"
Danny shook his head quickly. "I'm fine. Stolas helped clean me up and scared them off."
Maddie glanced at Stolas, who gave a subtle nod. She sighed. "Did you know who they were?"
Danny hesitated, then shook his head. "They were in costume and ran away," he lied smoothly.
Maddie frowned but seemed to accept his explanation. "Alright, but we'll be more careful next year, okay?"
Danny rolled his eyes. "Okay, Mom."
Maddie smiled and patted his head. "Good. Now, go upstairs and wash up before bed."
"Okay," Danny ran up the stairs.
Stolas and Octavia watched him go. Maddie turned back to them. "Thank you again for everything tonight. I'm sorry you had to deal with pranksters."
"It was no trouble at all," Stolas assured her.
Maddie smiled. "In any case, good night, you two. Happy Halloween."
Stolas and Octavia nodded before stepping off the porch. With a subtle wave of his hand, Stolas opened a portal, and they disappeared back to Hell.
Later that night, when Jazz returned from her Halloween party, she was a bit jealous of Danny's massive candy haul. "Seriously? That's bigger than anything we ever got as kids!"
Danny just grinned.
Overall, tonight was the first of many memorable holidays with the Goetias.
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The Ghost Zone
Pariah's Keep
As the final hours of Hallows Eve ticked away in the material world, the Soul Shredder pulsed, absorbing the last surge of emotional energy from humanity.
The Fright Knight would continue biding his time and energy until the day he was freed. A being like him never truly dies. According to the sealing of the Ancients, no ghost could free him. The Fright Knight was also prideful enough not to coerce a living to willingly assist him. Only the Embodiment of Time knew how long it would be until his return.
Soon, a portal appeared and out-stepped Samhain. Samhain approached the massive sarcophagus. From its sack, Samhain withdrew several small offerings. With quiet reverence, it placed them at the base of the sarcophagus. May you return soon, my king.
Turning, Samhain fixated on the Soul Shredder. Samhain approached, placing a small hand on the weapon's hilt. The ghost's body dissipated and was absorbed back into the blade.
Within the Sword, the Fright Knight's consciousness huffed in amusement. It would seem that his avatar made a friend. It was uncommon in this era, but he digressed. He would ponder the implications another time.
Here, he shall continue to remain by his master's side. He fed on the world's fear and wielded it as a weapon. There could be no other choice. And what was sapient life's first fear, but the Dark?
Chapter 24: Giving Thanks
November
Danny sat cross-legged on the couch in Stolas' Earth home. They had just wrapped up another one of Stolas's lessons. He glanced at Octavia and Stolas. He figured now was as good a time as any.
"So, uh," Danny began, shifting a bit and trying to sound casual. "Would you guys want to come over for Thanksgiving? It'd be nice to have you there. My parents said they'd love to have you?"
Stolas tilted his head slightly, his feathers fluffing out in surprise. "Thanksgiving?" he repeated with a curious tone. "Forgive me, Daniel, but that's not exactly a custom we observe in Hell. Giving thanks isn't… particularly prevalent down there."
Octavia tilted her head, intrigued. "I've heard about it on the TV, but my dad's right. The royal families don't really do that. Also, I highly doubt the sinners are thankful after being sent to a literal hell hole."
Danny waved a hand dismissively. "Okay, yeah, I get it—maybe it doesn't sound like your kind of thing. But I think you'd actually like it. Trust me, my family's Thanksgiving is more about stuffing yourself with food and some awkward conversations than anything else. It's nothing formal."
"Wouldn't it be better if your parent invited some of the other neighbors?" asked Stolas.
Danny's mouth thinned. "My dad basically scared the entire block. You remember?"
"Oh, right... He was very adamant that Octavia and I came over for dinner."
Danny gestured to both of them. "Now would be a good a time as any for the first dinner together.
Octavia gave Danny a curious look. "From what I saw on TV, Thanksgiving had something to do with pilgrims."
Danny cringed. "Yeah. This girl in my class, Sam, complained about it to our teacher when we had a Thanksgiving project. It was this whole thing..."
Stolas raised a brow. "What did she say?"
"That Thanksgiving is a glorified holiday celebrating the pilgrim's eventual takeover of the Native Americans.
Stolas frowned. "A rather morbid opinion for a child your age."
Danny shrugged. "It's whatever... Never really talked to her all that much before."
Octavia hummed. "I could see the dark joke about it."
Danny rolled his eyes. "Eh. Works for me. Still, my Thanksgiving is less stressful than Christmas."
Octavia raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with Christmas? Aside from the whole religious thing, I thought you humans were all into that for the most part."
Danny's shoulders sagged. "I just don't like Christmas, okay."
Octavia and Stolas shared a look and decided not to press.
Danny leaned forward, his tone hopeful. "So, what do you say? You guys should come over. It'd be awesome to have you there."
Stolas smiled. "Well, I suppose it would be untoward to decline every invitation up till now. I think I can make an excuse to Stella about us being out."
Danny pumped his fist. "Yes! You're gonna love it. Just bring your appetites."
Octavia sighed but still had a small smile. "Alright, fine. I'll go. But if it's boring, I'm blaming you."
Danny laughed. "Deal."
Octavia smirked. "It better be worth it."
Danny grinned. "You're gonna love it."
For beings who had spent their lives in the royal side of Hell, the idea of a casual and peaceful dinner was a little enticing.
Thanksgiving Day
Back in the mansion, Stolas straightened out his clothes in front of a large mirror while Octavia lounged on a nearby couch, watching TV. "Remember to be on your best behavior, Octavia."
Octavia rolled her eyes. "Dad, you're making it sound like we're going to a banquet. It's just dinner with Danny's family. Besides, it would be nice to talk to Jazz again."
Stolas sighed. With a wave of his hand, he cast a glamour spell. He wore a fitted suit and tie. "Now, your turn."
Octavia now wore a stylish yet simple sweater and jeans.
Stolas clapped his hands together. "Splendid!"
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Maddie and Jack worked hard in the kitchen at the Fenton household as they prepared the traditional Fenton feast. The table was already set with autumn-themed decorations, complete with a centerpiece of pumpkins and candles.
In contrast, Jazz was upstairs, reviewing notes for a project even on holiday.
Danny, meanwhile, helped his parents where he could and cleaned himself up early, awaiting the arrival of their special guests.
When the doorbell rang, Danny sprang up to open it. Stolas and Octavia stood on the porch.
Stolas held a bottle of wine, and Octavia clutched a small bouquet of flowers.
"Hey, you guys made it!" Danny welcomed them with a grin. "Mom! Stolas and Octavia are here!"
"Thanks, hun." Maddie came to greet them, warmly thanking them for coming. "Stolas! Octavia! Welcome!" Maddie said, stepping aside to usher them in. "Come on in. You're just in time—we're putting the finishing touches on dinner."
"Thank you, Mrs. Fenton," Stolas replied smoothly, handing her the flowers and wine. "I hope this modest contribution finds its place among the holiday festivities."
Stolas and Octavia presented their gifts. "Apologies. It's our first Thanksgiving at another family's home. We weren't sure what to bring."
Maddie waved it off. "You didn't have to bring anything, but thank you! Don't think anything of it. It was us who invited you over. We're the hosts. Just make yourselves comfortable in the living room while Jack and I finish setting up everything. These flowers are lovely. Jack will love the wine, too—he's always looking for something new to try. Let me put these in water."
The smell of roasted turkey and spiced cider filled the air. Upon hearing visitors downstairs, Jazz quickly came down and started chatting with Octavia, catching her up on things in her life.
Danny was more than happy to continue their conversations together. "Just wait till my dad starts telling his stories. You guys are in for a show compared to the first time you visited."
Maddie returned with a vase of flowers and a smile. "Dinner will be ready soon. Feel free to chat or help yourselves to some appetizers in the meantime."
Stolas nodded as he settled on the couch and watched the kids have their fun. "Thank you."
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It didn't take too long for everyone to gather around the dinner table. For the occasion, Jack brought up the second table in storage so everyone and the food had enough room.
The Thanksgiving table had many dishes, each one looking delicious. A golden-brown turkey sat at the center, surrounded by bowls of mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and freshly baked rolls.
To be frank, the food was rather enticing to the disguised demons. Even Hell had its limitations on what produce and meats were available. Was it wrong for an Owl Demon to eat Turkey? Not really. It was taboo for some, but it's not like they were on the same level of sentience. Besides, Barn Owls occasionally ate birds such as starlings, blackbirds, and meadowlarks.
Maddie finished passing plates of mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables before taking her seat. Before anyone could dig in, Maddie clinked her glass lightly, drawing everyone's attention. "Before we start, I think it's only right that we all say something we're thankful for."
"Absolutely!" Jack put down the turkey leg upon realization.
They all went around the table, sharing their thoughts. When it was Stolas's turn, he hesitated. His eyes turned to Octavia and Danny. "I must admit, I've never really reflected on something like this before. Growing up, my family didn't consider such things important, but I suppose things are different now. Overall, I would say that I'm thankful for my new family. My father was rather distant, and I hope to be different. Octavia has been my guiding light for many years. And now, with Danny as my student, I feel I've gained something quite special. So, yes, I am thankful for family—old and new. Blood and not."
Danny appreciated Stolas's words. Octavia fiddled with her fork as she thought of what to say. "I… I guess I've always been thankful for my mom and dad. My dad's always tried his best, even when things were hard. But this year…" Her gaze shifted to Danny and then to the rest of the Fentons. "I'm thankful for Danny—for having a best friend. You've all been so kind. It's… nice to feel like I have a second family."
Her words drew smiles from Maddie and Jazz, and a tearful sniffle from Jack, who quickly dabbed his eyes with a napkin.
Danny scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I guess it's my turn. I'm thankful for a lot of things. My family, of course. And this year, I'm really thankful for meeting Stolas and Octavia. Octavia's one of the best friends I could've asked for. And Stolas… you've been an awesome teacher. So, thanks for putting up with me."
Stolas chuckled softly. "It's my pleasure, Daniel."
Jack broke the emotional tension by raising his glass. "Well, I'm thankful for all of you. Fentons stick together no matter what."
She glanced over at Stolas and set down her glass of cider. "Stolas, I was wondering—why couldn't your wife join us tonight? We'd love to meet her sometime."
Stolas froze. "Ah, yes, Stella sends her regards. Unfortunately, her work often takes her out of the country. She's been managing some… rather demanding ventures abroad."
Jack was piling turkey onto his plate as he nodded sympathetically. "Work can be a real pain sometimes, huh? I get it! Back in my college days, Maddie and I were constantly tied up in projects. She's probably swamped with all that business stuff."
"Yes, precisely. Her schedule is… relentless, but she's quite passionate about her work. I'm unsure when we can all get together."
Maddie seemed a little disappointed. "That's too bad, but I understand. You'll have to tell her she's welcome to join us anytime. I'd love to get to know her."
"I'll be sure to pass along the invitation. She can be a bit distant at times, not liking to meet people outside of our circles."
Octavia gave her father a subtle side-eye. She supposed it was better than telling them the real reason.
Danny decided to steer the conversation in another direction. "Yeah, maybe you can talk to her about it in the future. Dad, pass the cranberry sauce!"
Jack handed the dish over. "Time to dig in and forget about work for a while."
Jack carved the turkey while Maddie served side dishes.
"Don't be shy, Stolas!" Jack placed a large slice on Stolas's plate. "You're family tonight, so you've gotta eat like one!"
Stolas smiled. "Thank you, Jack. This all looks… quite marvelous."
"Yup. Thanksgiving is all about eating and appreciating the little things—like this stuffing!" He shoveled a forkful into his mouth with enthusiasm.
Maddie shook her head fondly. "What he means is it's a time to come together and share a meal with the people you care about."
Jazz chimed in, passing the rolls. "And debate about whether pumpkin pie or pecan pie is better."
"Pumpkin pie, hands down," Danny said.
"Pecan pie is way better," Jazz countered.
"Why not both?" Octavia asked innocently.
Jack raised his glass. "Here's to new friends and family! And to a great meal! Cheers!"
The group clinked their glasses together, the warmth of the moment spreading across the table as they enjoyed the rest of their meal.
By the time dessert rolled around, Stolas and Octavia had tried just about everything, finding themselves surprisingly fond of the pumpkin pie.
After dinner, everyone moved to the living room. Jazz and Octavia bonded further about clothes. Danny managed to get Stolas to try playing a video game with him. Overall, Stolas found the idea of racing karts amusing. Jack, full from the meal, nodded off on the couch.
As the evening wound down, Stolas and Octavia expressed their gratitude again for being included in the celebration. "This has been truly wonderful. Thank you for welcoming us into your home."
Maddie smiled warmly. "You're always welcome here."
For the next few years, the "Asters" would always come over for holidays and calibrations. It wasn't until Danny's thirteenth birthday, that the student would take his apprenticeship to the next level.
Chapter 25: The Next Step
About three years have passed since Danny first met Stolas. For the teacher and student, Danny's 13th birthday had finally arrived.
The Fenton household buzzed with energy. A banner with Happy 13th Birthday, Danny! hung over the living room doorway. Maddie and Jazz flitted between tasks, adding final touches to the decorations, while Jack stood proudly in the kitchen, putting the finishing details on a space-themed cake. Though he initially wanted to make a ghost-themed masterpiece, Jack had pivoted to Danny's love of astronomy and included a fondant model of the prototype Specter Speeder on top of the cake.
Danny stood by the front door, his excitement tempered by a hint of nervousness. He had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of Stolas and Octavia—his teacher and best friend for the last three years. When the sound of a car pulling up outside reached his ears, he peered through the window and called out, "They're here!"
Maddie popped her head out from the kitchen, dish towel in hand, and Jazz paused from taping up a loose streamer.
Both turned their attention to the door as Danny opened it. Stolas and Octavia stepped inside.
Jack bustled out from behind his half-frosted cake to greet them, big smile firmly in place. For a second, Stolas's gaze took in the polka-dot balloons and ghost-themed decorations, and the faintest trace of amusement crossed his features.
"Happy birthday, Danny," Stolas greeted warmly.
"Thanks. I'm glad you both could make it," Danny replied, his grin widening as he stepped aside to let them in.
"Please, come in!" Maddie called, her welcoming tone carrying from the kitchen. Jazz hovered nearby, her polite smile tinged with curiosity as she glanced between their guests. Jack bustled in from the kitchen, a smear of frosting on his sleeve and a grin plastered across his face.
"Welcome! Glad you could make it, Stolas!" Jack said, extending a hand. His hearty handshake didn't faze the demon, who returned it with a composed nod and a faint smile.
"Indeed," Stolas replied, his voice smooth and measured, though his eyes twinkled with amusement at the situation. "Thank you for having us."
Stolas and Octavia liked these smaller celebrations since Danny's 11th Birthday. Danny was always invited to hers, and it was a refreshing change in the atmosphere between them.
Danny ushered Stolas and Octavia into the living room, where chairs had been gathered around the coffee table, and Tucker called from the couch, "Dude, you coming? Let's have another race!"
Tucker and Danny had been locked in fierce video game battles before their guests arrived, but the allure of gifts now took precedence. Octavia handed Danny a small, neatly wrapped package in white paper, a quiet smile playing on her face.
"This is for you," she said. "I hope you like it."
Danny's grin widened as he accepted the gift. "Thanks, Octavia. You didn't have to."
"And I always say I wanted to," she replied smoothly. "But you ignore it every time, as expected."
Danny laughed. "What kind of best friend ignores a present? Not this guy."
Tucker rolled his eyes from his seat. "Come on, Danny, open it later. We've got a rematch waiting!"
Danny waved him off, turning back to Octavia. "Ignore him. Thanks again."
However it didn't take long for the teens to start up another game.
Danny, Tucker, Jazz, and Octavia were locked in an intense game of Mario Kart as they prepared for yet another race.
Danny leaned forward, his competitive streak in full swing. "Alright, Tuck, let's see if you can actually back up all that talk this time."
"You're going down this time, Danny," Tucker shot back. "I've got a red shell, and I'm not afraid to use it!"
Danny smirked as the first lap passed. "Yeah, well, you still have to hit me first, Tuck. I've got bananas. Let's see how that works out for you."
Beside them, Octavia was silent but focused. Having never played video games growing up, the concept had been foreign to her until Danny introduced her to Mario Kart. Now, though, she was a natural, her calculated moves and sharp reflexes quickly elevating her to a formidable opponent. Her kart zipped through the NPCs.
"You two are too loud," she said with a small smile, her amethyst eyes fixed on the screen. "It's making it easier to sneak up on you."
Her kart slipped into Tucker's draft, using the speed boost to overtake him and steal second place. She shot a quick glance at him, the faintest hint of amusement in her otherwise calm demeanor.
"Wait, what?" Tucker turned his head for just a second, and in that moment, Octavia's kart surged ahead.
"Got you," she said, her tone light but victorious.
"Are you serious?" Tucker groaned, throwing his hands in the air. "I've been playing this for years! How are you so good?"
"I observe," Octavia replied, her small smile unwavering. "And you both argue too much."
Jazz, sitting reluctantly at the end of the couch, furrowed her brow as her kart bumped into a wall for the third time. "Why does everyone keep leaving banana peels in the middle of the track? This game makes no sense."
"Jazz, you've got to turn when you see the peel!" Danny said, laughing as he swerved around another hazard. "You can't just drive straight."
Jazz glared at him without looking away from the screen. "I'm sorry, not all of us are video game prodigies. Some of us have lives."
As they entered the final lap, Danny and Tucker were locked in a fierce battle for the lead as they used every item. Octavia, however, maintained her position in third place, waiting for the right moment to strike.
"Final lap!" Tucker shouted. "You're done, Danny. Red shell, coming at you!"
Danny swerved, narrowly avoiding the shell as it careened past him. "Missed me! Better luck next time."
Octavia seized the opportunity, using a mushroom boost to slip past them both. Tucker stared at the screen in disbelief as her kart crossed the finish line in first place.
"No way!" Tucker groaned, flopping onto his back dramatically. "How does she keep doing that?"
Danny laughed, setting his controller down. "Because she's not wasting time arguing with me. You've got to focus, man."
Octavia glanced at Tucker, a faint glint of humor in her eyes. "You're getting better at this. Maybe you'll win the next race."
Jazz sighed as her kart finally crossed the finish line in eighth place. "Can we play something less ridiculous now? Like chess? Or literally anything else?"
"Nope!" Danny said with a grin. "Next race, same teams."
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By the time dinner rolled around, plates were piled high with a mix of dishes—Jack's famous chili (mild this time, at Maddie's insistence), a platter of sandwiches shaped like ghosts and rockets, bowls of chips and dip, and a large tray of cookies Jazz had baked and decorated with stars and moons to fit Danny's space-themed birthday. In the center of it all sat the towering, fondant-covered Specter Speeder cake.
Danny plopped into his chair, Tucker already beside him with a loaded plate. "Man, I'm starving. Beating Octavia works up an appetite," Tucker said, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.
Sitting across from them, Octavia gracefully speared a piece of fruit with a fork. "You make it sound like I didn't let you win at least once," she said, her tone light.
"You let me win?" Tucker gawked, and Danny laughed so hard he nearly dropped his sandwich.
"Careful, Tucker," Danny teased. "You'll choke if you talk and eat at the same time."
Maddie came around with a pitcher of lemonade, pouring glasses for everyone. "I'm glad to see you all enjoying yourselves."
Danny couldn't help smiling as he dug into his food. Between bites of his sandwich, he gestured toward Octavia. "How's the food?"
"It's perfect," Octavia said quickly.
Jack reached for the chili, scooping a hefty portion into his bowl. "So, Stolas, what do you think of the food?"
Stolas took a careful bite and paused before nodding appreciatively. "Surprisingly flavorful. Much better than last time."
Jack beamed like he'd won a prize. "Ha! See, Maddie? I told you my chili was out of this world! I just had to dial back the spiciness!"
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After dinner and a modest cake, it was time for presents. Danny was on the floor, surrounded by everyone. Their attention was fixed on the stack of presents on the coffee table. Danny couldn't help but grin.
Maddie handed him a brightly wrapped package with an overly taped bow. "Alright, Danny, this one's from Tucker."
Tucker leaned forward, practically bouncing in his seat. "Open it! You're gonna love it."
Danny enthusiastically tore into the paper, revealing a sleek black controller for his game console. His eyes lit up as he held it up for everyone to see. "Dude! The new controller! Thanks, man!"
Tucker puffed out his chest proudly. "Now you have no excuses when I beat you again. Ready for another match later?"
"Yeah, right. This is just gonna help me destroy you faster," Danny quipped, laughing as Tucker pretended to act offended.
Next, Jazz handed him a slim package wrapped perfectly. "I know you think I'm boring, but I thought you might like this."
Danny opened the package to find a custom planner with a space-themed cover. The pages were filled with sections for schedules and notes.
"I thought it might help you stay a little more organized," Jazz smirked. "You know, since you always forget when your homework's due."
Danny rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile. "This is pretty cool, Jazz. Thanks."
Next, Danny turned to Octavia's neatly wrapped package, her delicate handwriting visible on the card. He carefully unwrapped it, lifting the lid to find a handmade book of charcoal drawings. Each page featured intricate sketches of places she'd seen—her home in the Wrath Ring, quiet spots in Amity Park, and even her favorite tree from the local park.
As he turned to the last page, his breath caught. There, taped to the page, was a blue crystal pendant on a simple black cord. It gleamed softly in the light, the same vivid color as Danny's eyes.
"I hope you like it," Octavia said softly, her hands folded.
Danny traced his fingers over the pendant, his voice quieter now. "It's beautiful. Did you pick this out?"
Octavia nodded, a small, shy smile tugging at her lips. "I thought it might bring you some luck. And… I liked how it reminded me of you."
Danny felt his face heat up, but he smiled back earnestly. "Thanks, Octavia. It's perfect."
Maddie and Jack exchanged a proud glance, and Maddie leaned over to pat Danny's shoulder. "Alright, our turn!" Jack announced, placing a large box wrapped in bright orange paper with a lopsided ghost sticker on the top in Danny's lap.
Danny opened it to find a white and black jumpsuit, the unmistakable style of the Fenton family's ghost-hunting gear. It was clearly designed with him in mind, though it looked like it might be a size too big.
"It might be a size larger, but you'll grow into it," Maddie said with a smile.
Danny inwardly cringed but managed to laugh, remembering Jazz's similar moment years ago. "Thanks, Mom, Dad. It's… really thoughtful."
Finally, Stolas stood, his regal form commanding attention as he handed Danny a small, ornate book with a dark cover. It looked like Stolas's grimoire, the one Danny had seen him use countless times. Danny's heart raced as he opened it, but the pages were blank to his surprise.
Before he could ask, Stolas leaned in, his voice low and smooth. "We'll have the second part of your gift later tonight."
Danny's heart jumped in excitement. He glanced up at Stolas, whose knowing smile confirmed what Danny had hoped: tonight, he would finally start learning magic.
Chapter 26: Let There Be Light
The night had settled over Amity Park. The celebration had finally ended, and the Fenton household had gone to bed. Danny, however, snuck out and climbed onto the roof.
He found his usual spot on the ledge. Without warning, there came a soft flutter. Stolas and Octavia came back and portaled on the rooftop railing.
Stolas leaned over him and smiled. "Oh, I remember when you were just a curious child, barely reaching my knee."
It made Danny smile bashfully.
"Hey, Stolas," Danny said, sliding along the ledge to make room. "Vi." Octavia hugged him in return.
Stolas's expression shifted. "I have a final birthday gift I wish to bestow."
Danny tilted his head. He had a guess but didn't want to assume. "What kind?"
Stolas ruffled his feathers. "If you recall the first night we met, we touched upon demonic pacts. I believe you're ready now."
Danny's heart pounded. He could barely contain the excitement. "Stolas, are you saying…?"
"Indeed. I want to make an official pact with you." Stolas produced a grimoire. Stolas' glimmering symbol was etched into the dark leather cover.
Danny stared, awed by the book. "My own grimoire?"
Stolas nodded, offering it reverently. "Tailored to your potential as a warlock. By accepting this pact, you will gain access to magic and knowledge far beyond your imagination. I'll guide you, but the final choices will be yours."
Danny swallowed, excitement buzzing through him like electricity. "That's…wow. But what do you ask for in return?"
Stolas smiled, remembering one of the first lessons he had taught Danny. Stolas placed a comforting hand on Danny's shoulder. "All I ask is that you follow your path. You should grow into the best version of yourself and continue toward whatever dreams call to you. I never received that freedom from my father, and I don't want to fail you as I was failed. We will be master and apprentice until I have nothing left to teach you."
Emotion swelled in his chest. He felt a lump in his throat as his eyes watered. "Stolas…"
Stolas cleared his throat softly. "Moreover, with the power I grant you, I trust you to use it responsibly. Protect those dear to you: friends and family." His eyes twinkled with amusement. "And as Octavia's best friend, please protect her to the best of your ability."
Octavia's cheeks flushed. "Dad!"
Danny couldn't help a small laugh. "I don't need a pact for that."
Stolas's eyes reflected his approval. "Then…do you accept?" He raised his hand, now with the purple glow of his magic. In that moment, Stolas saw both the teenager and the earnest ten-year-old he'd first met.
Danny's heart hammered in his chest. He reached out. "I accept."
Dark purple energy wove from Stolas's palm into Danny's. Stolas's sigil appeared on the back of his hand, flaring bright before fading into his skin.
Stolas withdrew his hand. "Then it is done."
Still holding his breath, Danny traced the newly minted sigil, his fingers tingling with raw, unfamiliar energy.
Stolas ran a feathered hand fondly through Danny's hair. "This power will grow with you as you learn and mature. I trust you to use it wisely."
Danny nodded, chest tight with gratitude. "I won't let you down."
"I know you won't," Stolas replied. He inclined his head in a small, affectionate bow. "Happy birthday, Danny."
Before Danny could fully take it all in, Octavia all but bounced, her excitement impossible to contain. "Can we finally teach him a spell now?!"
Danny's grin spread wide. "Yes, please!"
Stolas chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Very well. Let's begin."
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Octavia sat nearby, leaning back on her hands, listening, though she had heard this lesson before.
"Now that our pact is formed, your magic will come naturally to you," Stolas began. "However, it is important that you understand how it works."
Danny sat cross-legged, his new grimoire resting in his lap.
Stolas rested a guiding hand on Danny's shoulder. "Your mental power strengthens your magic," he began. "At its core, it's the ability to inflict your will upon the world around you. You could say that your intentions overwhelm reality until it changes to fit."
Danny raised an eyebrow, processing the words. "So… I just want something to happen hard enough, and it does? That sounds…incredible," he admitted. "But also kinda terrifying."
Stolas let a sympathetic smile curve his beak. "Not quite. It can be both, which is why control is vital. If your mind is clouded and your intent is unclear, the magic will not respond as you desire.
Danny tried to make sense of it. "And what happens if my mind isn't strong enough? Do I lose control?"
"Not exactly. On the other side of the spectrum, your magic is also your ability to maintain your sense of self in the face of powerful outside forces. There are entities in the world, both mortal and supernatural, that will try to impose their will upon you. You need the mental discipline to stand firm."
Octavia spoke up then. "It's about knowing who you are and not letting anything—or anyone—change that."
Danny glanced at her, then back at Stolas. "So… this magic is about control. Over the world and myself."
Stolas continued. "Your pact magic is tied to your mind, to the strength of your thoughts and convictions. The stronger your belief in your own power, the greater your ability to enforce your will upon reality. A weak mind will fumble, but a disciplined one can accomplish miracles."
Danny exhaled a slow breath, letting the night air calm his nerves. "So…this pact we have—it's like a bridge, right? Between me and the magic you're sharing with me?"
Stolas nodded. "Precisely. Through our pact, you have access to my demonic lineage and the magic it carries. I'll lend you knowledge and power, but ultimately, you shape it with your own will. You decide how to use it—and how to keep yourself from being consumed by it."
A shiver of anticipation ran through Danny, equal parts excitement and caution. He glanced at his grimoire, recalling the initial spells Stolas had introduced him to. "So the more focused I am—more certain of what I want—the stronger the spell becomes?"
Stolas smiled once more, gently squeezing Danny's shoulder. "Exactly. Confidence and clarity of purpose are the bedrock of any spell. Keep those in mind and in your heart, and the magic will respond. A warlock's magic is both a sword and a shield, a force that can shape and defend. That is why I will teach you carefully—so you learn to wield your power and understand it."
Danny exhaled, nodding slowly. "Okay… I think I get it. My magic works because I work. If my will is strong, the magic follows."
Stolas smiled approvingly. "Well put."
Danny smirked. "And here I thought it was all about throwing fireballs."
"That can be arranged."
Danny flipped his grimoire open to the first page.
"Good. That's exactly the attitude a young warlock needs. Before you can learn anything advanced, you must start with the fundamentals. One of the most essential spells is creating a magical light.
Danny leaned forward slightly. "Light? That's the first thing I learn?"
Stolas nodded. "Indeed. You could say it was the first use of magic in the universe."
"It is?"
"Tell me if you've heard this before." Stolas recited a familiar passage: "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness."
Danny's brow furrowed. He recognized them, though he'd never given them much thought. "Huh. I think I've heard something like that on the History Channel."
"Yes, well, even among mortal beliefs, the importance of light is universally acknowledged." Stolas gave a little laugh. "Light is the first and simplest of magical energies. It moves more swiftly than heat or sound or substance." With a slow, fluid motion, Stolas raised a hand and extended his fingers. "Watch closely. Fiat Lux."
An orb of light flickered into being.
"Whoa…" Danny breathed. He reached out hesitantly, feeling the warmth emanating.
Octavia smirked slightly. "Cool, right? I practiced that one a lot."
Danny grinned but didn't take his eyes off the hovering light. "That's… kinda amazing."
Stolas lowered his hand, allowing the orb to hover lazily between them. "The basic spell requires only verbal and somatic components. You can cast it at will with enough practice with just a wave." He turned Danny's grimoire to the very first section, where runes and small diagrams detailed the fundamentals.
Running a finger beneath the words, Stolas said, "Read this page carefully and imitate the gestures shown. Hold your hand like so—fingers together, tips touching your thumb—and trace the pattern in the air. Begin at the red dot and move toward the blue."
Octavia grinned. "You can do it, Danny!"
Danny squinted at the page, which depicted a circular motion with a single continuous line swirling around an invisible center. "Alright… like this?" He raised his hand, hesitating before giving it a try.
"That's right," Stolas encouraged. "Steady breath. Visualize the energy gathering in your palm. Speak the incantation—quietly or aloud, whichever helps you focus."
Danny tightened his fingers into a precise gesture, just as Stolas had instructed, and focused on the space before him. Light. That's all he needed to create. Simple. Straightforward. He inhaled slowly, steeling himself before whispering, "Fiat Lux."
Nothing.
Danny blinked, trying to visualize the energy inside him. After a tense moment of waiting, nothing happened. His shoulders slumped, and his frustration was clear.
This should have worked. His jaw clenched as he adjusted his stance and tried again. "Fiat Lux."
Still nothing.
Danny groaned, rubbing his temples.
Stolas reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Danny's shoulder. "Take heart, Danny. Failure is part of learning. You will stumble, but each attempt brings you closer to success."
Danny knew Stolas was right, but patience had never been his strong suit.
Octavia leaned forward slightly. "Try again. Remember. Enforce your will."
Danny fixed his gaze on his palm. Closing his eyes, he focused. He opened his eyes and tried again. "Fiat Lux."
This time, he visualized the light forming in his hand, letting the energy flow.
A tiny blue ember spluttered into existence before vanishing.
Danny's eyes widened. "Did I—?" It wasn't much, barely even a real light, but it was something.
"Yes," Stolas confirmed with a pleased nod. "You did."
Danny flexed his fingers, staring at his palm. He felt it that time, even if it didn't last.
"That was better," Stolas said, nodding approvingly. "Now, you refine it."
Even so, Danny felt a jolt of excitement. It wasn't much, but it was there.
Stolas smiled. "Excellent. You see? Progress."
Danny tried again. "Fiat… Lux."
A flicker danced at his fingertips and lasted a little longer than before.
"You're almost there!" encouraged Octavia.
Again.
Danny grinned. This time, the light appeared faster, steadier. It wasn't as smooth or effortless as Stolas's, but it was stable.
Danny's eyes snapped open. "I did it? I did it!"
After a few more tries, it swelled into a small sphere of light, gently bobbing above his palm.
The girl jumped. "You did it!" Octavia leaned forward. "Not bad for your first night."
Danny chuckled, still staring at the tiny glowing sphere floating before him. "This is awesome."
Stolas nodded with approval, folding his arms over his chest. "Very good. You see? I'm quite proud of you, Danny. I daresay you got it faster than Via."
The owlette crossed her arms. "What?! No way."
Danny grinned. "Yeah! Well, I have a good teacher."
Octavia stared at him flatly. "We have the same teacher."
Stolas watched him with pride. "Keep practicing."
Danny smirked. "So… what's next?"
Stolas let out a rich laugh. "One step at a time, my dear apprentice. Master this, and then we shall see."
Danny nodded. He truly felt like a magician in the making.
At this point, Octavia joined in with a light spell. She murmured a few arcane words. A lavender orb flickered to life. She grinned at Danny, who smiled right back.
Danny bounced the glowing sphere. He shrunk it down before stretching it out. "I wonder how far I could throw this thing." He mimed winding up as if about to hurl a fastball.
Stolas quirked a brow. "Would you like to see how far your magic can reach?" He extended his hand.
Danny paused, not entirely sure what Stolas had in mind. Still, he trusted his mentor. He pushed the floating orb forward until it settled in Stolas's grasp.
A swirl of dark blue and violet energy flowed around the glowing sphere, intensifying. "A skilled magician can upcast a spell."
Danny's eyes widened. "Whoa…"
Awestruck, Danny watched as Stolas lifted the shining orb above his head. The demon flicked his wrist, and the orb soared into the sky, leaving a trail like a comet.
It arced above Amity Park until it melded seamlessly with the real stars dotting the night.
Stolas folded his arms. "Congratulations, Danny. You've just added a new star to the heavens."
For a second, Danny said nothing. His eyes were glued to the sky. "Did we just… make a star?"
Stolas chuckled and set a hand on Danny's shoulder. "Oh, if only. If you want to see something like that, you must ask the Lightbringer himself."
Danny blinked. "Who?"
"Lucifer. That's one of his former titles."
"Oh… Wow…"
"Our little light ball should be in the upper atmosphere and will eventually fade."
Pride swelled in Danny's chest, and he couldn't help but smile. Octavia clapped softly with a grin.
Stolas gave Danny's hair a friendly ruffle. "This is only the beginning. Your magic will be strong enough to do far greater things one day. Keep that sense of wonder alive, and you'll find no limit to what you can achieve."
Danny stood there momentarily, breathing in the silence and staring at the pseudo star he and Stolas had cast into the sky.
Chapter 27: Magic Initiate
It was another weekend after his thirteenth birthday. Ever since that night, Danny has been extremely dedicated to learning magic. Jack had dropped him off at Stolas's home for the afternoon, and Danny was stoked. However, his enthusiasm was cut short when he and Octavia were sitting in one of Stolas' spare rooms as he was giving another lecture.
He had imagined that dedicated magic training would be more... exciting. Fireballs. Lightning bolts. Something cool. Instead, he was drowning in magical theory as he scribbled notes. Granted, Danny was still excited to learn. He read over his grimoire again. He tried to memorize the basic arcane symbols and incantations.
Across from him, Stolas continued to speak. "As spells become more complex, so will the requirements, Daniel." Stolas then created a small celestial mobile in his hand with little to no effort. "It only looks easy for me because I had years of training."
Danny sighed. "Yeah. Magic is like a language. Gotta learn the grammar before you start writing essays."
Stolas gave an approving nod. "Correct. Now, turn to the section on spell components."
Danny flipped through the grimoire. Not all spellcasting was as simple as waving a hand and saying magic words. Every spell required some combination of three key components:
Verbal – Magic Words.
Somatic – Magic Gestures.
Material – Magic Ingredients.
Stolas demonstrated that using his Gromoire as a focus allowed him to bypass most common material and verbal components. Thankfully, he didn't need to carry bat guano and sulfur around to make more fire. Stolas even reached the point where he could use the verbal components just by thinking. Magic was a wave of his hand for him.
Danny's problem as a trainee was that memorizing everything was a nightmare. His magic lessons were on top of what he had previously learned from Stolar about astronomy and culture. His brain already felt stuffed with too much information as he rubbed his temple, exhaling in frustration.
"Alright," Stolas said. "Let's put your knowledge to the test." He tapped a claw against the desk. "The incantation for Mage Hand?"
Danny hesitated. "Uh… Manus Evocare?"
Stolas nodded. "Correct. And the somatic component?"
Danny moved his hand in what he hoped was the proper motion.
Stolas sighed. "With precision, Daniel, not like you're swatting a mosquito."
Octavia made a strained smile in her spot in a nearby chair. "To be fair, it was about as close as when I did it for the first time. I'd argue it was a 5 or 6 out of 10 for effort."
Danny gestured to Octavia's words. "See? That's like a coin flip's worth of success."
Stolas chuckled. "Daniel, you're learning, so it's fine, but I'd rather not have my personal student out and about only being right half the time.
Octavia closed her book and walked over. "Actually, do you mind if I try something?"
Danny looked to Stolas, who shrugged. "Sure?"
"I want to try something." She plucked Danny's grimoire off the desk and held it up. "Consider it a little quiz with a little punishment if you fail."
Danny raised a brow. "And why would I want to do that?"
"Just trust me."
"Fine..."
She smirked. "I'll keep it simple. I'll call out a spell name, and you tell me the components. You owe me five dollars if you score less than half right."
Danny gave her a dry look. "Octavia, you're already rich."
"Which is why I know you'll try harder," Octavia countered. "C'mon, Danny. Do you want to hand your allowance to your little princess of hell?"
Stolas arched a brow, intrigued. "This should be interesting."
Octavia didn't waste time. She flipped to a random page. "Prestidigitation?"
Danny sat up, brain scrambling. "Uh—Verbal, Somatic—no Material component!"
Octavia nodded and turned the page. "Mending?"
"Verbal and Somatic!" Danny said quickly. "Needs two pieces of what you're fixing!"
Octavia grinned. "Shield?"
"Verbal and Somatic! No material!"
Octavia's brows rose slightly in surprise, and Stolas let out an approving hum. "Not bad, Daniel. It seems you absorb knowledge best through active application."
Danny grinned, leaning back with a smug look. "I dunno. I think I just like proving Octavia wrong."
Octavia smiled and held the book up. "See? I told you. Whenever you get competitive, I see a certain look in your eye. Light a fire under you and you put in a lot more effort."
Danny rolled his eyes. "I'd argue that it happens to everyone."
Solas nodded. "Maybe, but it works wonders on you, Daniel."
The young initiate didn't like where that was headed in the future.
#
After three hours of bookwork, Stolas saved him from boredom and brought him outside to a makeshift training field. Conjured torches lined the perimeter. In the center, Stolas waved a hand, summoning several floating targets at varying distances.
Danny tried to shake off the nerves. It seemed he would practice a spell he could use to fight.
Stolas stood beside him. "Eldritch Blast, much like light, Daniel, is simple yet full of potential. It is a raw projection of magical energy. Its power will grow as you do. Observe." Stolas then performed his own which quickly obliterated more than ten targets at once.
Danny sweatdropped at the power gap. After visualizing the steps in his head, energy crackled to life in his palm, a violet light sparking between his fingers. With a sharp thrust forward, he fired.
The blast fizzled out mid-air, vanishing like smoke.
From behind, Octavia giggled. "Put a little more oomph into it."
Danny held down the embarrassment before flexing his fingers and trying again. This time, the blast actually launched—but it went wide, soaring past the targets entirely and hitting the side of a tree.
Stolas sighed, stepping forward. "Let's try adjusting your stance, Daniel. You're much smaller than I and can't handle the recoil as well." He adjusted Danny's posture. It went unsaid that adult demons were also naturally stronger than humans.
Danny gathered the magic again, letting it build at his fingertips before releasing it. This time, the blast struck the nearest target weakly, but at least it hit.
Octavia jumped. "You did it!"
"Better," Stolas acknowledged. "Again."
Danny repeated the exercise until he visibly improved. Every missed shot was discouraging, but Stolas remained patient and offered corrections when needed. Even Octavia helped and gave a few pointers. Moving targets, however, were another story. It took him a few tries to get a better feel of leading his shot in straight lines and curves.
After about an hour, Danny was sweating and aching. "Alright," Danny huffed, shaking his hands. "What's next?"
Stolas smirked. "A test of accuracy and control." He conjured a towering bookshelf. At the top, Stolas levitated a single book onto the highest shelf. "The objective is to knock over only the top book. Nothing else."
Danny squinted up at the shelf. "That's it? Sounds easy."
Stolas arched a brow. "Then, by all means, demonstrate."
Danny raised his hand and fired. The surge of violet energy was too wide and took the book along with the top of the bookshelf. Danny winced. "Uh… whoops?"
Stolas pressed his fingers to the bridge of his beak, exhaling. With a flick of his wrist, the books levitated back into place. "Again. With less magic, Daniel."
Danny charged up a smaller blast and fired, but the energy fizzled out just before reaching the shelf.
From her seat across the room, Octavia snorted. "It really is the story of the three bears you mentioned before. You just need golden locks."
Danny rolled his eyes. "Ha. Ha. Third time's the charm." He steadied his breath, aimed carefully, and let the energy fly. Thwip! The blast struck cleanly, sending only the top book flipping forward. The boy grinned. "Boom! Nailed it."
Octavia clapped lightly. "You're on about the same pace I was when I was learning."
Stolas gave a slow nod of approval. "Acceptable."
After several more tries, they moved on to the next spell, True Strike. By the name alone, the spell makes it easier to hit your target.
"So, is it a guaranteed hit?"
"Nothing is 100%, Daniel, but it does increase your accuracy dramatically."
Danny flexed his fingers. "So I just focus, and the spell does the rest?"
Octavia made a so-so gesture. "What did you call it in that video game you showed me? Homing attack? Auto-Aim?"
"Something like that."
"Correct," Stolas said.
Danny's gaze locked onto the swinging disc. He cast True Strike, then Fire Bolt. Thud. The projectile struck dead center. Danny grinned. "Yes!"
Stolas gave a small nod of approval. "Excellent, Daniel!"
Danny rolled his shoulders, stretching out the tension. "Man, that was way harder than I thought."
From the sidelines, Octavia smirked. "Not bad. If you keep this up, maybe you and I can start training together on the same spells."
Danny laughed, feeling the metaphorical fire under him. "I'd like that."
#
It was already getting late, and the trio decided to move on to something less demanding. Stolas took them to the dining room and set down several plates of food: a plate of cookies, a steaming cup of tea, a wedge of cheese, and a bowl of soup.
"Prestidigitation is a spell of small wonders, Daniel. Its versatility should not be underestimated." With a wave, he conjured a faint shimmer of magic over the cup of tea. "Prestidigitation allows you to alter the flavor of food and drink. You may sweeten something bland, make the sour taste rich, or disguise a flavor entirely if you are feeling particularly mischievous."
Danny perked up. "So, wait—I could make vegetables taste like candy?"
Stolas smirked. "Yes, or, if you wish to play a harmless prank, you could make someone's favorite meal taste quite... unpleasant."
Danny's grin widened as he rubbed his hands together.
Octavia rolled her eyes. "I won't fall for that one. Dad already did it on me before."
"I still get you from time to time." Stolas giggled. "Now then, alter each of these and describe the changes."
Danny hovered a hand over the tea. He willed it to change to coffee: mocha and slightly bitter. He took a sip and nearly gagged.
"Ugh! Okay—way too strong!"
"Let me try." Octavia too a sip and gave a shake. "Anyone got a carton of sweet cream?"
"Yeah. Tastes like I just drank straight coffee grounds."
She spat out the remains. "This is why I like my sweets."
Stolas chuckled. "Try again, Daniel."
Danny shook off the taste and moved on to the cookies, casting a quick spell. When he bit into one, his face immediately scrunched. "Whoa! Okay, nope—way too sour."
Octavia raised a brow. "What did you try to do?"
Danny coughed. "Turn sugar into lemon zest. Too strong again."
She hummed and gave it a taste as well. Her mouth puckered, too. It wasn't as bad as the coffee. Seeing their reactions made the two teens laugh and want to try a new taste.
Stolas merely smiled. "Again."
Danny sent his magic into the cheese next. He took a bite—his eyes widened. "Whoa. Okay, now that's good. I just made it way creamier."
Octavia took a bite and savored it as well. "Really good."
Stolas nodded approvingly. "Well done."
Danny grinned.
But before he could get too ahead of himself, Stolas gestured toward the hallway. "Now, let us test another practical use."
Danny tilted his head. "For what?"
Stolas merely smirked. "Cleaning."
Danny was moved to another room in the house, and he immediately regretted it.
The place was a disaster. Books were knocked over, papers scattered everywhere, and—because an entire bottle of ink spilled across the desk, staining parchment. Dust coated the shelves, making it look like the room had been abandoned for years.
Danny groaned. "Seriously?"
Stolas stood beside him, arms crossed. "Magic is not only for battle, Daniel. A true spellcaster must use their abilities for efficiency as well."
Octavia got behind Danny and whispered in his ear. "Translation: he doesn't wanna clean his own study."
Stolas ignored her. "Your challenge is to clean the entire room using only Prestidigitation. You must finish before the timer runs out."
Danny raised a brow. "Wait, doesn't this spell only work on small areas?"
Stolas gave a knowing smile. "It does. Which is why you must learn to multitask."
A golden hourglass appeared on the desk with a flick of his wrist. The sand inside began to flow. "Your time begins… now."
Danny snapped into action. He started with the ink spill, waving his fingers over it. The stain faded, leaving the desk spotless. "Alright! This isn't so bad."
Then he looked at the rest of the room. He was only about 1% done. "…Okay. Maybe it's bad."
He hurried to clean the books next, lifting the dust and dirt away with magic. By the time he was a third done, the hourglass was already halfway empty. Danny panicked, rushing his spell—only to mix up his casting. Instead of cleaning, he accidentally altered the colors of the pages, turning half of them neon blue.
Octavia let out a loud laugh.
Danny winced. "Whoops." He waved his hands frantically to fix it.
The hourglass ran out. Stolas sighed. "A valiant effort. But too slow."
Danny groaned, rubbing his temples. "Ugh, okay, okay. One more try."
Stolas flipped the hourglass over.
This time, Danny changed his approach. Instead of working on one thing at a time, he used both hands on two spots requiring the same cleaning type. He concentrated on two spots of liquid spills simultaneously. As expected, both areas cleaned up the same way. It was working.
Soon enough, the last grain of sand fell, and the room was spotless.
Danny panted slightly, then grinned. "Yes! Nailed it!"
Stolas surveyed the room, then gave a satisfied nod. "Much better."
Octavia gave a small cheer. "You did it!"
Danny wiped his forehead. "I did!"
The girl beamed. "This means, I can ask you to clean my room instead, yeah?!
"Yea- Wait what? No!"
She giggled and gave him a small hug. "Eh, it was worth a shot."
"I mean, only if you clean mine whenever we hang out at each other's places."
She grabbed his hand and shook it. "Deal!"
Stolas smirked at the interaction. "Now, Daniel, can I expect you to practice this spell in your free time?"
Danny scoffed. "Yup! I'm using it to prank Tucker. Obviously."
Stolas sighed, rubbing his temples. "Of course..."
Octavia just laughed. "Just keep it subtle."