The death magic is a push and pull, moreso than its opposite. Life is all about push, all about the seedling pushing soil away to meet the air, the chick pushing out of an egg, the baby pushing out of their bearer.
Death is both the push and the pull. Pull always comes first. Pull your own lifeblood from your veins, push it to heal another or yourself. Pull undead beings and other atrocities against life out of their gravedirt. Pull open the coffin's door, push the creature out, and watch how your victim always cowers.
Something makes death magic oh so scary to others. It's a knife, a tool. In the hands of a surgeon it is surety and pain for eventual healing. In the hands of a man with an inferiority complex and the wrong person walking by, it's a murder weapon.
Push out the darkness. Make it face the light of day mid-battle. Pull in that same darkness, give it acceptance and sanctuary somewhere.
Life has to be doted on, nourished. Death merely needs a vessel to reside in, and will survive.
You do not coddle this force of nature.
The way the Spiral is balanced is strange. It's a terrifying cosmic dance that no one wizard should be arrogant enough even think about becoming the choreographer. Those wizards do exist though. They tend to be taken by death sooner than others.
Death, Life, Balance. They can work large magics. They can lead a dance for a song or two. As long as they remember that this masquerade has as many friends as foes, and the numbers must be even or there is no fun in playing this social game. If they forget their place, they meet an end.
Other magics can change the Spiral, of course. The astral schools combined dictate the space between worlds, the celestial skyways their pirates love to frequent. The elemental schools orchestrate a beautiful push and pull of their own, intent on what is happening on a world, not the machinations of their universe.
Shadow is the darkness. It's the fear. It's the fact that everyone will look out and see all those stars, and yet still think of the vastness of space, of an inifinity that intelligent creatures could not begin to comprehend. It is the fact that they will never fully understand why their worlds live, why magic works, why the Spiral is shaped how it is.
It is the fear of the infinite, and the shadows will always be there to define space and light.
It does not bother to push or pull. It is the gravity.
It just. Exists. And that's all it needs to strike fear and sink fools into their oh so feared oblivion.
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