So why none since the creation of Night?” “There have been Firstborn mages in the past,” Masego said. He tapped the side of his knife on the open drow brains. “It is why Akua was able to practice magic after seizing a new body while it would be pointless of me to attempt the same: the Saint of Sword severed the part of my soul that interconnects with the physical, allowing the use of magic. “The metaphysical aspect is the most essential of the two,” Masego said. “I would recommend you read Magister Cressida’s Theologos, which skillfully revises and completes the theory. “Shatha’s work is incomplete, never explaining how the likes of devils and fae can use a form of sorcery,” Masego noted. “The ability to do magic has two components: one his physical, the body must be born with the talent, while the second is metaphysical and necessitates a soul.” “I read the Natura Virtutis by Warlock Shatha,” I said.
“What do you know about the nature of the Gift?” he asked me.
He mulled over that, then nodded in agreement. “It’s drow corpses and I am First Under the Night,” I shrugged. He sounded, I thought, a tad reproachful. “You do not usually express much interest in my dissections,” Masego said. He looked surprised, eyeing me suspiciously. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do.
We tended to have somewhat different ideas about what that word meant, but what the Hells. Hierophant did not immediately answer, waiting until he’d finished cutting through the bone properly and revealed the black sausage-like brain under. As a girl I’d found the sight gruesome, but these days I’d made enough corpses that their sight evoked little in me. I dropped into a rough stone seat, watching him work. It was one of the reasons the drow were considered less expressive. While there were more bones there were less muscles on their species’ face compared to humans and they were placed differently. He was cutting open a rylleh’s skull with a silver knife when I entered, from the top of the head to the strange almost beak-like nose bone that drow had where humans had cartilage. Masego barely slept any more than I did, so it was at the… well, he’d probably call it a laboratory but it was really more a charnel yard that the Firstborn provided him. I was too restless to sleep, after the council, and so I sought company instead. If you cannot even be that, then be slain by a better man.” – Clément Merovins, fourth First Prince of Procer
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