Sebastian Faust

Sebastian Faust | 40-ish | Faust | Closed Blog

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agathaxxharkness​:

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes, “Mephistopheles save us from the angsting of mages.” Why people couldn’t just revel in their gifts was beyond her; magic certainly had more benefits than flaws, if you knew how to work it. “Hmm, guess that’s just you Hon, I left my family’s shadow back in the Salem trials.” she chuckled lowly, a charred finger brushing against her brooch.

Agatha let the man get a good look at how trapped he was, there was no need to hurry now and she tutted quietly at his response. With a flick of her own hands a purple aura encircled Faust’s neck, tight enough to be uncomfortable but not to cut off air not speech, “Lesson number two, be nice to the senior witch who’s currently got you trapped within her protection spell. If you were really prepared you’d have a warding amulet or some crystalline protection.” She made a point of it now, after all, even Agatha could be caught out by this trick.

Faust scoffed lightly. “If only leaving my father’s legacy behind were so simple. You don’t become infamous if you’re easily forgettable, after all.” He stated, but grumbled when pressure tightened uncomfortably around his throat. She had him once again - a warding amulet was the most basic form of protection a magi could carry upon them. He hadn’t anticipated running into any other magi - particularly not any that were worth any salt. 

“Fine, you’ve made your point, Harkness. Now would you please drop these runes so I can be about my business?” He grumbled and exaggerated the pleasantries.

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impulsivelykidflash​:

Bart’s head twitched a few times as if he was being zapped with electricity, feeling each time as if he were becoming more and more himself. He was able to focus on the other man’s response despite the weird zapping in his brain and body, suddenly appearing a few feet away, then back again, then on the other side of the alleyway, as if he was testing the limits of his own speed. He laughed at the comment about his brain being fried. It wasn’t the first time someone had asked that. “We will be. Digging, that is. Not, you know, like underground- but looking into the matter just on the chance this isn’t a one-time thing. Can’t have a demon takeover going on. I mean, finals are next week.”

With a crackle of gold lightning he suddenly appeared next to Faust’s side, his hand coming up to smack the side of his own head as if trying to get water out of his ear. “Back to… normal… sort of… shiznuts!. Well, thanks for the assist, Herr Faust. What are you up to now? Hunting down more demons? Is that like your main job? Or is it more of a hobby?”

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Faust slowly tucked his hands into his pockets and released a - to his relief - slower breath. He shook his head once as Bart began speaking. “This isn’t something for a bunch of children to get involved in. Leave the occultist problems to the professionals and you and your little gang of hoodlums can take care of the mundane problems of the world like robberies and murders.” He argued about the matter being ‘dug’ into.

“No, this isn’t my main job or is it a hobby, but as a master of the arcane, any matter of supernatural import falls under my jurisdiction or that of another sorcerer or magi.” He answered yet another of the kid’s seemingly endless questions..

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impulsivelykidflash​:

Bart blinked as he watched the other man zip around, finding it oddly fascinating. He shrugged when asked that, his hand lifting so he could lightly scratch the side of his cheek. “Sort of…” As a child he had been put into a virtual simulation that made him feel like he had lived for 12 years. In the simulation he hadn’t always had his powers, but it hadn’t felt the same as it did now. “Not like this. This is blankin drop! Totally not crash.” 

Despite what he’d said, Bart was already feeling a bit more like himself, able to put his thoughts together faster and move around at a quicker pace. “Is there a reason these demons picked this particular area? Is there something about it that draws them in?” Bart wasn’t just asking because he was personally curious–he also needed to know if there would be any further issues and if there was something bigger the Teen Titans would have to address…

It was hard to believe the kid had been trained in any sort of emergency scenario protocols. When Bart unleashed a slew of futuristic lingo, Faust’s brow furrowed firmly. “Did your brain get fried? Are you even speaking English?” He questioned, but moved on to address the speedster’s questions. 

“Demons don’t particularly have much reason to why they do anything. Most of their attacks are random, but there are times when they are signs of particular planning or aimed towards a specific goal. You really can’t tell without digging into the matter more in-depth.” He explained the best he understood how to. The speed he had ‘borrowed’ was only a faint crackling hum now instead of a whirling buzz throughout his body.

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impulsivelykidflash​:

Having his powers removed put Bart in a bad mood, his hand moving to rub slowly at his own face. Once by the older man, he would blink blearily as he tried to focus and hear what he was saying. Even his wild hair seemed less wild and crazy than usual, his shoulders slightly slumped before he stretched a bit to try and wake up. He wanted to curl up in his bed and go to sleep forever, his entire body heavy and exhausted. He couldn’t believe this is how normal humans were ALL THE TIME. “Good. We don’t need demons running around. You know… uhh…” He trailed off as he tried to think of something funny to say, but his thoughts weren’t as fast as usual and he just stared off blankly for a moment. 

“This is terrible. How do you live this way?” To Bart’s own ears, his voice was slow and dull, but he actually was talking at a completely normal human speed. He had always been told he was annoying for running around and talking so fast and now he could see why if this was how people experienced life. He started to say something else, but then a shiver went through him like a jolt of lightning down his spine– things were slightly faster now, his thoughts less muddled, but he could still tell he wasn’t back 100% “I mean, you know… at a normal speed. Not…the demon fighting and magic…stuff.” 

Faust observed Bart for a moment before rolling his eyes slightly. The way some of these heroes completely fell apart without their abilities was both amusing and disappointing at the same time. “No, common sense would dictate that demon-kind is not a desirable presence in any sane situation.” He nodded simply. Stepping forward, Faust moved to and fro in small bursts of speed around the closed gateway, analyzing the displaced gravel and stone.

“I could say the same about your state of existence. Everything buzzes constantly, your own body buzzes nonstop. At least we get some level of peace.” He retorted. “Have you never been trained to handle yourself in a situation your powers may be inaccessible?” He asked with some level of incredulousness. 

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agathaxxharkness​:

Agatha smirked, “Oh, did baby Faust think he was hiding his secret desire?” she teased, “Sorry babykins, I’ve been at this game a long time and lemme tell ya the hunger’s rolling off you in waves, if we were talking hormones you’d have the whole collage cheer-squad and football team out here sniffing at yer pits.” she laughed at her own image and his response to her playful flirtation, “Make sure you do hon, I like to be sure I leave an impression behind me… among other things.” Well, she was on a roll this evening.

She floated about him a little more, still being careful to avoid the spilled blood, and chuckled at his response, “Seems there much you can do about it huh? I sympathise with ya there though, you can choose your friends but you cannot choose your family.” The brooch on her collar weighed more heavily on some days when family crossed her mind. But! Today wasn’t one of them.

“No, but you are the junior mage here and it’s rude to disrespect your elders hon.” she said, wiggling one charred finger at him. With a grin at his acceptance, Agatha’s hovering finally came to a spot and she touched down in the blood, completely unbothered by it despite how much she’d avoided it earlier, “Well, here’s lesson one, kiddo, always pay attention to your surroundings and what the people in them are doing she cradled one elbow in her other hand and clicked her fingers. At once, several shapes drawn in the blood lit up, “Runes.” she smirked, “For a basic protection spell, only the mage who cast the runes can use their magic in that given space.” she spread her arms, “So right now you’ve got all the power of a six-foot grumpy cucumber.”    

“Such is the price of the soul magic I wield... I’ve come to accept it.” He remarked as Agatha informed him how vividly she could feel the ghoulish hunger that churned in his gut. A half-scoff escaped him. “You cannot. I have spent my life trying to stay out of my father’s dark shadow and yet, it seems I cannot ever truly escape his legacy.” 

Faust’s expression hardened and then slowly turned into a scowl little by little as his gaze followed around him to the glowing sigils Agatha had been laying upon the ground during her... conversation with him. When he finally brought his gaze back to the woman, he flicked his wrists lightly - out of habit - to which not even a flicker of magical energy ignited. “Damnit. Fooled like an amateur...” He cursed himself. “Harkness, lower these runes this instant.” He stated firmly and solidly. 

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impulsivelykidflash​:

Bart struggled to understand what Faust was saying. The roars of the demon paired with the pounding in his head… it was just too much. Also, the guy was talking like 800 miles a second. He blinked, feeling like all of his movements were painfully slow. But they actually were just at a normal “human” pace. “You… huh?” Bart felt like his brain was mush, things coming to him at a snail’s pace, but then it clicked. His powers had been stolen. 

He pushed himself to stand, swaying slightly, then walked over to where  Faust was standing, feeling miffed that his powers had been taken away. He seemed as if he were about to fall asleep, slowly looking over at the gaping maw that closed up and then went silent, the only sounds now being some residual crumbling asphalt and dirt from the  hole in the road. “You’re talking too fast, dude. Is this how people always feel? It’s… tiring.” His voice sounded slow to his own ears, but it was actually a normal pace for once, and would be surprising to anybody who knew him well… “It’s…gone? The demon?”

Faust let out an almost exasperated sounding sigh. “I borrowed your power.” He shortened his explanation for the other’s sake. Serious, explaining the supernatural forces of magic to the mundane - even those with powers of their own - could be so exhausting sometimes. Faust wasn’t usually an elitist about his status as a magi, but some days were worse than others. The man watched his hand continue to buzz in and out of focus and grumbled to himself.

“Yes, that is exactly how we all feel around you speedsters. You’re constantly going, going, going at a hundred miles an hour.” Faust rambled out in response before giving a nod. “Gone. If it is smart, it’ll stay gone for a while. That was quite the ringer we put it through.” He concluded. Turning to Bart, he sighed once more. 

“Cheer up, your powers will come back soon enough. I can already feel the constant buzzing thorughout my body starting to wane.” He shook his head at the sad state the other appeared to be in.

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impulsivelykidflash​:

Bart was about to send another electric shock to the demon but then paused when Faust spoke to him. He didn’t know why his eyes were glowing teal and why he grabbed his arm… but before he could ask the light surrounded him. Already crouched down, he would suddenly fall to one knee, then the other, his palms going flat onto the pavement to keep from falling over entirely. “Urk…”

He managed to stand after a moment, feeling like he could pass out if he had easy access to a bed. It worried Bart that Faust wasn’t a good guy and was going to do something else to him, so he glared at him through his goggles before stumbling over to be on the other side of the closing maw. “What….!” He was trying to ask Faust what he had done to him, but he was still trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving. It took him a moment to figure out what Faust was saying, unable suddenly to think as fast as he usually did, his body feeling slow and heavy.

“What… did you do to me?” Bart could see that the demon was being contained, and that Faust now seemed to be glowing with Speed Force energy…and Bart was feeling slow and weak, as if his powers had been sucked out of him…

Faust let out a small breath. “Apologies for that. Needed a boost - a pick me up of sorts - to make sure I could send this demon back to Hell and close its gateway on the way.” He remarked, speaking much quicker than he had been moments before. There was a sharp shift in the tone of his voice too - like someone had flipped a switch and force fed him at least ten cups of coffee. “It’s called soul magic - something my father was a skilled practitioner of and that I have all but mastered over the years. Not the most pleasant of experiences - but what I did was a ‘soul tap’. I basically borrowed power directly from your soul. I am afraid that doing so took your abilities along for the ride - but don’t worry, they do return after a while.” Faust explained.

The magi paused for a moment to make sure the gateway was finishing itself up as commanded. Confident it would continue to close, he turned back to Bart while looking over himself. “God, I forgot how annoyingly buzzy you speedsters are...” He groaned some as he watched his hand buzz in and out of high-frequency vibration. The last and only other speedster he’d ever siphoned from had been Wally West - in a bid to buy time in order to save Zatanna at the time. “It’s no wonder you are such the spastic kid that you are.” He added, shaking his head some.

“I struggle with my soul magic like... like an addict struggles with needing a fix. The power it gives is intoxicating, but it isn’t the lightest of magics. My father used soul magic to kill people - draining their souls completely for every drop of power. I try to never use it unless I really need to - and I needed to react quickly or else that demon probably would be roaming around the city right now.” He explained further.

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impulsivelykidflash​:

Bart was fascinated with Faust’s answer about why demons came to collect souls, and he wanted to ask him MORE but there was something to take care of at the moment. He took a small step back as the pavement collapsed, not seeming too afraid even though he was definitely unsure of what was happening. His head tilted and his brow furrowed when the mage spoke the incantation, one of his eyes squinting as he tried to figure out what he had just said. “Huh? What language was that? Latin? No. It’s…” 

He zipped around to the other side of the hole to examine the creature trying to claw its way up, but his gaze went over to Faust briefly. “Ha, wait! You were speaking English, but backwards! That’s so crash, I can do that! Ees? M'i gniklat sdrawkcab! Or is it sdrawkcab gniklat M'i?“ Without waiting for an answer he would suddenly dart around the hole formed in the street, stirring up wind and electricity in a matter of seconds. Papers, leaves, and other street trash flew up in a small tornado around the gaping maw the demon was crawling out of. 

Without warning the wind would suddenly stop, and Faust would be able to see that Bart had done some remodeling. The metal bars pulled up by the broken asphalt were now twisted and coiled around the outside of the circle– the perfect conductive material for electricity. “So, does electricity hurt them or…?” Without waiting for an answer, Bart would suddenly slam his hand down against one of the metal bars near him, yellow lightning crackling and then shooting out to engulf the metal bars. The gold electricity sparked and crackled  as it made its way around the hole in the ground, eventually reaching the demon’s hand and zapping it loudly.

Bart’s whirlwind reconstruction of the immediate area had Faust gliding backwards a short distance to stay clear of the swirling dust and debris. When the clouds settled and the speedster sent a flood of electrical energy through the metal, Faust could only let out a small, chuckling ‘hmm’ sound. The kid was creative, he’d give him that, even if he needed to take at least thirty types of medication to calm himself down. 

“Most demons are rather easy to harm with your usual methods, actually.” He finally responded to Bart’s question about whether it would even work. The demon had withdrawn its hand upon the electrocution and that left the magi a small window to operate in. The gate was sizable and there wasn’t really a good time to perform the usual sealing methods. 

Perhaps it was just to give in to the temptation, for even a brief moment, or perhaps it was truly due to not having a lot of time to work with, but Faust suddenly turned to Bart with a teal-glow in his fractured-looking eyes. “Forgive me - I need a boost.” He uttered, lifting his hand. A funnel of the same teal energy flowed from Bart’s body into Faust’s outstretched palm as his head tilted back with the rush of power. The souls of metahumans were always more intense - more satisfying - than normal souls. He forced himself to only siphon a small portion of power - he wasn’t a monster like his father. He wouldn’t kill someone just for the rush of power. 

“Malp, ecils.” He uttered as he turned back to the gateway - his palm splitting open so droplets of his blood could be tossed into the maw. “Sanguis signatus, portam signare. Sanguis signatus, portam signare...” Faust repeated the incantation several times over. As the ground began to close itself back once more, electrical energy sparked over the magi’s body - his frame shifting from steady to rapidly vibrating - the effects of the borrowed power that came from a speedster’s soul. 

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agathaxxharkness​:

Agatha grinned, “Ohhhh, feeling a little hungry are we sir?” she teased, laughing a little as she continued to float around the space, “I wouldn’t recommend it, I don’t go down easy,” she stage whispered, then smirked and added, “Well sometimes I do but that involves lobster and a few bottles of Chardonnay.” Agatha was never one to deny herself anything she desired, power, knowledge, people, all came under the same headings of ‘want it’ and ‘get it.’

“Ah, you related to THE Faust, it’s a powerful name wrought with bad decisions; I swear Pandora led a life of less fuck-ups.” she floated close again and made to cup his chin in a hand, her sharp nails and charred fingers looking as though they’d been burned through centuries ago, “And here you are,” she cooed, voice now surprisingly soft, “A little boy still bearing the sins of the father.” she sighed, then as abruptly as it came her heaviness returned to its usual levity, “Don’t envy ya kiddo, between the weight of the name and the chip on your shoulder it’s amazing you don’t live your life bent to the waist.”

“I’d say that makes you worthy, for the moment anyway, so you’ve got nothing to fear from me.” Agatha didn’t make an enemy out of every other magic-user she encountered; truthfully there were some she got on with quite well. The talented, so long as they remained so, had every right to their powers and provided they didn’t cross her designs there was little need for battle. “Though living up to a family legacy’s no picnic.”

“If you ever want a little lesson or two in more…” she twirled a finger slightly, “Clean methods of demonic banishment just say; it’s been a while since I shared my knowledge and that eyes I’m waiting to pick up haven’t gone to bed yet, so I have time.” She grinned, knowing full well that was a loaded statement to leave unexplained.      

His gaze upon the woman took a noticeably sharpened turn as she teased him about his ‘hunger’. Soul magic was powerful, but there weren’t many out there that could recognize its subtle signs so readily. If anything it was just a testament to the power Agatha reportedly wielded - if the reports about her were to be believed. And Faust saw no reason that they shouldn’t be heeded cautiously. “... I’ll make a note of that.” He stated with sarcasm at her innuendo . 

A heavy sigh escaped him, though it should have came at no surprise that Agatha was completely aware of his father. “Indeed.” Was the only remark he had regarding ‘bad decisions’ being tied to his family name. It wasn’t as if he was free of fault, despite trying for so long to stay out from underneath his father’s twisted shadow. His body tensed defensively when the witch suddenly glided up to him and cupped his chin in her malformed fingertips.

“I am neither a child nor an amateur seeking tutelage in the arcane arts, Harkness...” Faust started, but eyed the mess he had made. “Admittedly, however, it had been some time since my craft was turned against demon-kind. Perhaps some pointers are in order.” He added - the curiosity at her statement about eyes clear in his gaze though his body struggled to express the emotions in earnest. You could chalk it up to some sort of blessed, scholarly pursuit to take the opportunity to have even the slightest insight into the magics of Agatha Harkness without being on the receiving end of them.

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impulsivelykidflash​:

Bart tilted his head at the mention of Wally, still pretending like he had no clue what Faust was on about. He had always sworn he wouldn’t take up the mantle of Kid Flash, but after his accident with Deathstroke his outlook had changed– he now wore the yellow and red suit just like his cousin, Wallace West, and of course before that was Wally. 

“Why do they drag people to Hell? To eat them? Suck out their souls? Do souls taste good? I–” He started to ask another question but suddenly the ground began to shake, similar to an earthquake. Bart reached out to hold onto the nearby building wall, his gaze doing to the ground behind Faust where the pavement was cracking and caving in on itself. A nearby trashcan fell over and some cats yowled and ran away, as well as some rats– as if the animals nearby sensed something that Bart couldn’t. “Whoa!”

Smoke rose up first, then flames, as if there were a raging fire beneath the street itself… then a massive black monster hand reached out, its claws digging into the asphalt and tearing it as easily as cloth. A low growl emerged as the hole widened, now almost spanning the entire width of the ally as more asphalt crumpled inside.

Discussing the finer points of demonic lifestyle decisions and the workings of hell dimensions wasn’t normally on Faust’s agenda for day-to-day conversation, but really what harm could it do to indulge the kid’s curiosity - even if he was incredibly hyperactive. “Think of Hell like a casino.” He remarked, “For demons, the more souls you collect through dragging or bargaining, the more ‘chips’ you have on the table. Souls are power and a type of currency in many Hell dimensions.” He wasn’t going to remark on the ‘taste’ of souls. As perhaps the world’s foremost expert on soul magic, the fact that souls did indeed have a taste to them wasn’t the most pleasant tidbits of knowledge.

Just as Bart began to ask yet another question, the area around them trembled with preternatural power. “It would seem I have angered one of the demon’s little “friends” with my display...” Faust hummed lowly. Lifting slightly into the air and turning himself around, the magi focused on the collapsing gateway forming in the center of the pavement. “You just might have gotten your wish, Kid.” Faust commented passively as the black hand stretched out from the hole and clawed at the ground.

“Reirrab, niatnoc.” The magi’s hands shot forth and the air around the edge of the collapse visibly rippled with magic. Letting out a small grunt, Faust glanced in Bart’s direction. “That should stop the gateway from getting any larger... but I think I’m going to have to request you assistance in knocking this thing back into its pit before it claws its way fully into our world..”  

Two demons in one day. It wasn’t unprecedented but it was a little alarming. Demonic activity was never good news, but heightened activity was an even grimmer sign.

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impulsivelykidflash​:

Bart looked almost disappointed when Faust confirmed the demon wasn’t Mephistopheles, since that would have been SUPER AMAZING. He couldn’t hold back a laugh when he ripped on Constantine, though, his hands going to his own stomach as if he were about to bust a gut. “Pfft, you’re funny, guy! Okay, so not friends with Constantine. But Zatanna? She’s so pretty. And totally was impressed with me that one time we met.” 

“Are you demon-hunting tonight? Can I meet a demon? Will it try to drag me to hell?” Despite the talk of demons, Bart didn’t seem afraid. He walked around as he talked, not really able to stand still for long even though he was currently moving and speaking at a normal “human” pace. His words were fast but still able to be understood by the average person. “Are you in the Justice League?” 

Sebastian let out a small breath. “You are quite the ball of energy, aren’t you? Though I suppose that is a requirement for your mantle... the red-headed one was quite the same. Though, I don’t recall the first one being as... intense.” He remarked casually. Being called funny was something that Faust had never been subjected to. His sense of humor was dull to nonexistent when he had been soulless, and now it had, at best, been made only partially more adequate with his fractured soul.

A small smile played at his lips however when Bart expressed an interest in the appearance of young Zatanna. It faded at the mention of demons once more. Did this kid ever focus on one subject at a time?

“No, I am not out hunting demons. This one was being particularly terrible at hiding their presence. Likewise, no, you cannot meet a demon. One should never actively seek out such creatures. You are not entirely wrong, however - there are some demons that would very much like to drag you to Hell upon first meeting.” He said as if it were just a simple fact like coloring the sky.

“Not exactly.” He finished the onslaught of questions. “There’s some history between us, but we’re amicable.” 

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agathaxxharkness​:

“Hey now,” Agatha raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, a large smirk on her face, “No need to justify your kinks to me sweetie; s’no skin off my nose what you do to get your magical tomes a-flapping.” she chuckled and rose slightly into the air to float over the blood as she surveyed the scene, the power generating the movement gave a slight rippling effect to her hair and clothes, almost as though she were floating underwater.

“Besides, when have ya ever heard of a demon who wants to go back to hell?” she tittered lightly, “It’s hardly the Four Seasons down there unless you got a couple on million damned souls under your belt.” Or a cult following from Earth providing power, though Agatha had never strayed into that area of magic; she got all the power she needed from the unworthy and her own knowledge. “Ohhhh, now there’s a juicy lil’story,” she cooed, “What happened Hon? Family sold your soul? Raised in a cult? Moved into the wrong haunted house?”

Her smirk only widened when he recognised her, it was delicious to be infamous. “Oh I’m as real as the plague and much more palatable. Hmm, Faust,” she floated closer and touched down in another clean space, “Speaking of delicious… you’ve got a hefty amount of power whirling around in there dontcha?” she gestured at his chest, “Power like that gets a girl curious.”  

There was another twitch in the sorcerer’s eyebrow as Agatha teased about the existence of this perceived ‘kink’ of his. As she glided over the blood, Faust felt the ripples in the air like the sloshing of water. There was a tightening sensation in his chest and something akin to a tugging in his gut - the call of his soul magic and an intense desire to sample the soul of one as powerful as she. He forced the sensation back with a hard swallow and kept his gaze on her as she spoke.

“Accurate on the first guess, actually. My infamous father, Felix Faust, had a twisted idea was passed as bargaining chips when it came to demonic deals. I have been dealing with the ramifications of that bargain for decades now.” He explained without really explaining. Normally, Faust tried to avoid divulging too much about his demonic connections; though his eyes alone made that difficult at times. Yet, it was always easier and often times wiser to keep the air clean between two magical talents. The desire to know the unknown was often more of a danger to a true student of magic than the truth.

Part of him wondered just how much detail A.R.G.U.S. let come to light about his momentary lapse in character that threatened the existence of magic itself. Knowing the organization, they most likely tried to keep the ordeal as secretive as possible - if only to save their own face. After all, the very life of magic itself being put into danger by A.R.G.U.S.’s top warlock and head of magical affairs wasn’t exactly good press.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Agatha drifted back over to him and gestured at him; rambling about the power she felt emanating from him. “Comes with the family legacy, I’m afraid.” He remarked. 

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impulsivelykidflash​:

Bart’s head tilted to the side slightly when the man explained what the creature was, seeming interested. He laughed a little when the goo disappeared from his shoes, his foot lifting so he could look at the bottom of it. “I’ve seen magic, doesn’t mean I know what the blip you’re up to! The name’s Kid Flash. The only one. Never had red hair, you’re remembering wrong.” That was a lie of course. Wally was the original kid flash, then their cousin Wally, and now Bart. 

“Faust… like  the play? You like demons and devils, huh?” He purposefully didn’t turn the light of inquisition at himself, not giving a hint as to where his powers came from–whether magic or something else entirely. “Now’s the time, to prove through man’s action dignity may rise divinely high.– Faust, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, written in 1808 and part 2 in 1831. Don’t tell me you just blew up Mephistopheles? Mephistopheles would be a good name for a cat. Mephicatpholes, right?”

The words came out in a long, fast stream of consciousness, as if he were unable to keep his own thoughts to himself. His arms lowered after a moment so he could put his hands on his hips, surveying the blood splatter again and then turning his attention to the older man. “You’re a friend of Constantine?” Bart didn’t know him personally, but he had heard stories from his fellow superheroes. Sometimes when he saw homeless men on the street with blond hair and smoking he would wonder if that was him.

Faust couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the younger male. “If you say so, One and Only Kid Flash...” He remarked with a tone of what passed as amusement for him, anyway. He let out a tiny chuckle and nodded some. “Yes, quite like the play. Rather similar themes, if I do say so myself.” He commented before shaking his head.

“That wasn’t Mephistopheles. A lesser demon - one whose name wasn’t even worth mentioning or remembering. I.. .can’t say whether or not you should name a cat after him though.” He stated. There was a louder scoffing sound that escaped him at the mention of Constantine.

“Friends? With Constantine? No. Certainly not. Firstly, I do not believe that man is really friends with anybody but a bottle of some booze and a fresh pack of cigarettes.” He quipped. “Secondly, I don’t exactly have friends of my own either. Not all of us magi are as... sociable, as the Zataras.” 

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agathaxxharkness​:

“Well,” Agatha appeared from thin air in a whips of purple smoke, her clothes and hair seemed to float and ripple around her as she glided forward over of the demon’s spilled blood towards Faust. “Aren’t you a sexy little piece of demon destroying meat.” she said, floating up beside the man and (unapologetically) smacked him on the rear, “I thought I senses a little demonic presence around here, if I’d known it was a hot guy into bondage I’d have gotten here sooner.” she laughed at her own words and touched down a few feet from Faust in a space where the demon’s blood hadn’t landed. “So what’s your story handsome? It isn’t every day a fella makes a point of dealing with hellspawn so violently.”

She shuddered at her words before laughing again, “Not that I’m complaining, that little fella was throwing a wrench in my business and you’ve saved me a job. So is there anything I can do for you-Oh!” she paused and put a hand to her chest, “I’m so sorry, I haven’t introduced myself; the name’s Agatha Harkness, lovely to new face in the magical community.” Her smile and posture was welcoming but, if the man knew anything of her reputation from her name, he’d be on edge.  

If there was one thing about magi, it was that they could usually be sensed before you ever saw them if you knew what to look for - so to speak. The energy that seemed to radiate from this woman had been picked up just a few moments before she appeared in a whirl of purple smoke - and when she strolled over and slapped his ass, Faust’s normally flat expression turned into one of confusion and slight irritation for a moment.

“Bond-....? No. I was restraining the demon and I gave him the option to go back to the Hells he came from. He decided not to take me up on that offer and so... he is no more.” Faust explained. “I have a personal... history, when it comes to demonic entities. Don’t really like them all too well.” He added to answer her question. He raised an eyebrow slightly as she talked about having her business interrupted, but when she introduced himself there was a noticeable widening in his eyes - slight, but noticeable. 

“Harkness. That’s a name I’ve seen come up in musty tomes from time to time, but I was never quite sure you actually existed.” He mused. “Faust.” He gave a small nod of introduction. “Well, Sebastian Faust, if I must. There was a feeling in his gut warning him to be careful with this one - but like everything, it seemed muffled and diluted. Hard to focus on without deliberate effort.

[itsjustfxust]

impulsivelykidflash​:

“Whoaaa! What the freezing blep was that!” A voice came out from behind the demon-fighting-man and a second later a young man in a yellow spandex costume appeared. His auburn hair stuck up all crazy and he wore red-tinted goggles. His hands went on his hips as he surveyed the area, blanching when he saw all the green goo. “That was like, some giant demon and you were like “BEGONE Demon BLAH BLAH BLAH” and then it was GONE. How did you do that? Where did it go? Is it dead now? Ew, you’re all covered in goo.” 

The young man zipped around looking at the scene, suddenly 10 feet away, then beside the other man, then again further away looking at some splatter on the building wall. There was a red lightning bolt across his chest just like the one the Flash wore– but this wasn’t the Flash. He was Bart Allen, grandson of Barry Allen, aka KID FLASH. He stepped in some of the demon blood before looking down at the bottom of his own shoe, his nose wrinkling before he looked over at Faust. “Blech, gross! My shoes are all dirty now!” 

Faust remained flat with his expression, though his eyebrow twitched slightly at the barrage of sound effects and questions from the young, sudden visitor. He waited until he was sure he had enough room to take a breath and finally responded as the other male looked over his shoe. “That was a demonic agent of Hell. Demonic beings are somewhat a specialty of mine - though, most people prefer to think of Constantine when they think ‘demons’. All the same to me, though. I much prefer the lesser spotlight.” Faust remarked.

“You’ve never seen magic before? Real magic? Interesting, given your abilities.” He looked him over some. “You’re not the red-head that’s usually wearing that getup. Though, I suppose it has been a while since I’ve kept up with any real member of the League and their little proteges.” He hummed slightly. “Faust.” He introduced himself and waved a hand - peeling the demon blood from the other’s clothing and dropping it back on the ground.

[itsjustfxust]

“How dare you attempt to bind me, mortal!!” A brackish voice bellowed throughout the open street in which he stood. Jutting from the ground at five points around him, stone spires latched themselves to the voice’s owner - a towering, scarlet-skinned demon of at least eight or nine feet and with a headful of horns instead of hair - with multiple strands of shimmering violet chains. 

“Vincula quae ligant, restringunt et trahunt; Impero tibi - obstringere!“ Faust stood several yards down the pavement; arms raised at his sides as he chanted. The air spiraled as he chanted, circling a ring of dust around his feet as the chains tensed and pulled the demon in all five directions. “Your power is tainted! I can smell the demonic energy radiating from you, little warlock...” The demon growled. “You think yourself above our kind?!”

Faust’s gazed hardened and narrowed slightly before relaxing once more into the stern and focused one he had held before. His shattered-looking irises shimmered with the same rich, violet energy that manifested the chains. “You speak entirely too much, demon. Silence - and crawl back to the Hells you came from. You are not welcome on this plane!” Faust stated solidly. An insidious cackling filled the air from the demon. “I will never go back there.” 

“Suit yourself then.” Faust fired back as the wind sharply whipped even more violently around him and he lifted a couple of feet into the air. Magic radiating from him, forming mystic sigils around his outstretched hands. “Snaihc, esufni!” Faust shifted magical dialect as the chains on the stone spires began to sinking themselves into the demon - feeding themselves like ribbon into a machine. “What, are you doing?! How does feeding me power help you?!” The demon demanded but Faust ignored him. With a loud crumbling sound, the spires shot out of the ground and levitated in place - drawing closer as the chains dwindled in length but retaining their tension to keep the demon bound in place. 

Faust drew his hands in front of him and balled his fists. “Begone!” His voice echoed as he yanked his arms apart once more - sending the spires and chains soaring outwards in five directions and shredding the demon apart in the process. Thick, green blood sprayed itself in the air like a cloud and coated the area where the demon once stood. Faust slowly lowered to his feet and wiped a few drops from his cheeks. “I hate demons.” He muttered.

[itsjustfxust]

Though its hard to find details, I headcanon that the demonic nature of Faust’s magical powers and soulless (or fractured, in this verse’s case) nature result in this demonic persona if Faust were to ever just ‘let go’ of trying to hold onto the humanity he has left.