Months had passed since his last failed attempt at magic, since then he had been watching some papas from afar (mainly primo)
not in a stalker sense- more in a learning sense. He picked up any information he could get, weather it be from the library or even the archives. He wanted to learn it all. He wanted to help people, he wanted to be a good person and not the lazy asshole he was.
He had been speaking with ghouls, learning of their culture and how they were, sure he was a weirdo but he wasn't a creep. He was respectful and kind, simply curious.
He spent most of his off time in the ghoul den or whatever people called it, at some point it felt more like home to him than his actual home.. not that he had much of one to begin with..
But in all he felt good, he had learned and made friends along the way.. he finally felt educated enough to try again. To try and summon a ghoul. This time it would be a temporary spell and one that looked fairly easy...
He wouldn't do it alone either! He asked a few of Frater Imperators ghouls to supervise him, essentially making sure nothing went wrong and if it did then he would have support and maybe even someone with medical experience helping him.
When it came down to the day, he was nervous. Who wouldn't be??
He wasn't really meant to be doing this, being a low rank in the ministry and not being apart of the whole bloodline thing.. He was really pushing his luck. But he gathered everyone and it seemed like he was getting it! He would finally be proud of something, all this work would be for something...
Untill it felt like his entire body was on fire. He felt faint and dropped to the ground, it felt like he was getting a lobotomy and drowning all at the same time, his veins red hot and glowing. He tried to scream but the only thing that came out was blood... a lot of blood. It was black and looked more like slime- or- ghoul blood. He couldn't see, couldn't feel the pairs of hands and claws on him, the ghouls attending trying to figure out what was going on. Trying to help.
He was rushed to the ministry med wing/med bay/whatever. Covered in his own blood and his body burning up as his skin started to change colors, fully grown horns sprouting from his head. He couldn't do anything to stop it, he eventually passed out from shock.
Only to wake up a new man.
