A Touch of Magic [Private: The_Enigma and Shadow King]

[The_Enigma]

An audible gasp came out of Wes when he saw the sheer brutality of Aria's rage. To be perfectly honest, he was expecting some humiliation - a "taste of their own medicine" type of deal. But this..."This is ridiculous." If he had any power to do something, he would have. But without the use of his magic, which was temporarily banned by Aria, it would be like attacking a charging bull with a pair of tweezers; he would be crushed, and most probably suffer a similar fate to her "friends."

But a startling thought came to Wes' mind as he witnessed Aria's murderous outrage. "Aria is using blatantly unconcealed magic, and I'm not on the case. That means that..." His entire body jolted with alarm and he scurried back to his feet, grabbing Aria by her free arm. "Listen Aria!" he bellowed over her hissing, "You're breaking magical law! It'll be any second before--"

But he was cut off by a gigantic gale of force, powerful enough to send both he and Aria to their feet. Blinking into existence, there appeared a regal man who seemed to have spawned from the wind. He was an imposing character; remarkably tall and very upright. He wore a pure black suit, his silvery-black bowtie striking against the bleached white of his shirt and, hanging directly above it, a pointed goatee grey-tinged with age that adorned most of his taut, bony face. His hair was long and dark, resting at about his shoulders and shining with the same lustrous blackness as his suit. A resilient determination poured out of his stunning jade eyes, which now rested on the vampire girl laying on the ground.

There was a deep, solemn silence for a moment, broken by Wesley who blurted "You have to be joking." The man whipped his head around to the sound, the determination in his eyes smoldering into anger and immediately quenched by surprise. His voice was low and commanding, and it rumbled across the space as he asked, in utter disbelief, "Wesley?"
"Of all the sorcerers in that damned place, they had to send you?" Wesley asked in return, clearly flustered and evidently ashamed, as a rubicund blush tinged his face.

The man was flabbergasted, and, after much stammering, he finally responded, albeit sarcastically, "Well, it's a pleasure to see you, too, son!" His jade eyes pored over the boy laying before him, and by the expression he wore it was clear he did not understand the situation. "Wesley, why in the hell are you wearing nothing but a diaper? Why the hell are you wearing a diaper at all?"
Wesley sighed, unable to think of a suitable response. "It's a long story, Dad. But why are you here?"
The man suddenly remembered his duty, and with a short 'ah' he turned back to Aria. "Aria Westenshire," he boomed, his bass both guttural and intimidating, "We have on record that you have just deliberately exposed your magic to mortals. I've been sent here to deal with the situation. Your cooperation would be most appreciated, but it is not entirely necessary if you should wish to do things...the hard way."

[shadow king]

Aria was knocked out of her rage by the burst of wind that had knocked her off her feet. Likewise, the hands made of magic seemed to vanish and her friends, though they be in a different space her allowed to breathe again.

Aria was definitely surprised when Wesley addressed this man as his father, though she did not seem intimidated by the stern figure before her at all. She stood carefully when addressed and once she had been asked for her cooperation she dusted off her clothes, which seemed to transform into a rather elegant and well fitting red dress, her tennis shoes becoming crimson high heels. Meanwhile her appearance began to shift to it's reality, her eyes turning crimson, her hair a deep red that when caught by light seemed to carry many fiery colors and her skin became very pale.

"You have my full cooperation, Mr...?" she questioned. "However, considering you are Wesley's father I would like to speak with you in private about your son's current situation." she stated in a formal and calm voice.

She seemed so much more regal than Wesley would have ever seen her, almost like royalty. She didn't seem hesitant at all before a sorcerer of the council. She knew magical law, and she knew how to use her two nationalities laws to bend it. She certainly knew more than enough about people of all races and types to be persuasive in all manners.

She had dealt with the council before and walked away unscathed by their claws. They were bound by too many rules to ever pin anything on her.

[The_Enigma]

The man stared, indifferent, as Aria concocted her transformation. "You have my full cooperation, Mr...?" she questioned. "However, considering you are Wesley's father I would like to speak with you in private about your son's current situation."

An impenetrable leer stood stoic on his face, his eyes squinting in deep concentration and thought. After a long moment of hushed intensity, he turned his gaze back to Wesley and exclaimed "Well fuck me sideways and call me Shirly! I would've sworn she'd have gone for the hard way, wouldn't you, Wes?" Wes chuckled, the nostalgia of his dad's peculiar phrases steeping him back in his childhood. "Definitely, pops. She likes action, this one."
"Yes, yes, I thought as much. Our records of her are not exactly what you would call 'pristine.'" He grinned at the boy as he stroked his beard, pondering what was to be done.

After another few moments, his hand abruptly stopped, as if he had come to a decision. But along with his hand, it became apparent, time itself seemed to have stopped except for the three magical beings confronting by the table. "First things first," the man started as he snapped his fingers at Wes, "let's get you out of that ridiculous outfit." Instantaneously Wes was standing, and the thick diaper that hugged his waist before was replaced by an ordinary outfit. Satisfied, he turned his attention back to Aria. "Secondly," he emphasized, giving room for pause after it, "Just because you didn't want to do it the hard way doesn't mean I don't want to."

A mischievous grin crept onto his face and his hand shot forward at the Vampire-Phoenix. As fast as Wes had been redressed, Aria was now sitting in a large chair, her extremities strapped tightly with belts on the arms and legs of the chair. With the same grin still beaming he advanced to the girl and spoke "Don't think your heritage will afford you special privileges here, Missy." He tugged on the loose end of one of the belts, more for effect than to actually test it; they were, of course, magically enforced with the power of the Council. "You've broken the number one law of all magic beings.

"Before we begin, however, I am intrigued by this information you have about my son. What exactly was it that you wanted to tell me?"

[shadow king]

"You misunderstand the entirety of my position..." Aria stated calmly, seeming almost bored by the restraints. She left her own pause for a moment before adding in. "but we will get to that later." she said with a wicked smile of her own. "The hard way doesn't suit a gentleman such as yourself, but then again I wouldn't doubt the council to turn a proper sorcerer into bloody handed machine." she stated calmly.

"Now, lets get down to Wesley, if you don't know already, he has my blood in his veins keeping him alive, and should I no longer wish him to be as such his body will reject it and he will die. As you know, as a member of the council, you can't meddle with this as it is a contract between a vampire and another existence." she stated, her eyes narrowing as they pierced into the bottom of the older man's soul.

"Secondly, your son bears the ancient's sign of the servant, and even tinkering with such deep magic breaks magical law set back far before the law that I broke." she continued. "Your son is more mine than he will ever be anyone else', not to mention the fact that he has sexual relations with me a mix breed will make it very hard for him to ever enter the council unless I keep it silent."

"Thirdly, you should know, as the highest of the council do, that the day I die, I will revive and that I will supposedly bring the destruction of all worlds." She seemed to be enjoying herself, simply stating reason after reason why it was getting harder and harder for either of them to touch her.

"I'll leave you to figure out why Wesley was wearing the diaper." she stated with a truly satisfied smile, hoping that Wesley would demonstrate for his father why he needed it.

"Now, onward to the matter at hand..." she stated continuing on. "Actually, my racial laws are going to save me." she stated, still smiling. "As a vampire I have no need to conceal my magic as long as I 'clean up' after myself." she said, exposing her fangs and running her tongue along them. "The fact that you interrupted means I a.) didn't get to do so, b.) still have the right to finish what I started, and c.) have a right to call the vampire elders to this plane should you keep me bound, and we all know that that would be a disaster with all the humans about."

Again Aria was showing off her knowledge, as if she had been through it many a time, which she actually had.

She looked over at Wesley. "Show your father why you were wearing what you were." she commanded, knowing that the magic of the ancients overruled current magic.

[The_Enigma]

Wesley was dumbfounded by the entire exchange; both were using knowledge and laws too hazy or precise to be familiar. He knew Aria was obviously well versed in magical politics, and he always suspected her of being older than she looked, but never did he suspect she was as much a virtuoso as she was. Wes broke into a cold sweat when she said she would leave him to explain the diaper - it was not a conversation he was looking forward to. But, being typical of her nature, she didn't leave much to chance. "Show your father why you were wearing what you were," she commanded to him. He knew what was implied, and so did the Seal; it tingled with its usual warmth and activated its effect upon him.

Cringing, he felt his bladder release and braced for the rush of warmth he expected to run down his leg at any moment. Instead, he was met with a dribble - a couple drops, really - that soaked safely into his underwear. He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly coming to the logical conclusion that he just didn't have that much in him from the last time he peed, which was not very long ago at all.

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Wesley's father stood formally as she prattled off her excuses. When she commanded his son, however, he peered back and watched him. After a few moments, when still nothing had happened, he turned back to Aria with a raised eyebrow and a look of complete skepticism. He decided to address her excuses first, finding most of them amusing.

"Aria," he began, turning his body directly to her chair and clasping his hands behind his back, "While your reasons are many why you should somehow escape punishment, few of them bear much relevance. Firstly, I would like to inform you that I have recently been appointed to Prime Warlock of the Council for Sorcerers and Magical Beings, after our beloved Horace gracefully stepped down from many decades of service. If that makes me a 'bloody handed machine,' then I suppose I must be one." The sarcasm was obvious.

"I thank you for the information about my Son, and I'm sure we will have a good, long talk about those precise details later." His tone became darkly ominous, and he looked back to Wesley as he said it. A gesture which caused Wesley's cold sweating to double in intensity.

Spinning back to Aria, he continued his lecture. "Regarding your portent about your resurrection...I am familiar with the verse." He turned his back to her, so that his clasped hands were visible. "When child of fire and spawn of night give cause to an unholy rite, let those be warned that yonder sire brings about eternal plight: from mortal ash, whence they are slain, will rise again and be the end." He spoke methodically and casually, as though the words were common knowledge. "It is widely believed by magical scholars and historians that this is the prophetic end. And you being the solitary Vampire-Phoenix on record, whom we believe The Prophecy to be referencing, your death could very well cause the end of the world." His hands unclasped, one remaining behind his back and one rising into the air as if gripping some invisible chalice. "The Prophecy, however," he stated matter-of-factually, "is vague at best, its translation was not perfect even before it was altered to rhyme, and it is largely unsubstantial. Even so, your punishment would not include death." His hands found the other once again on the small of his back, and he hastily added "...especially considering the risk involved with doing so."

He turned back to her, leaning slightly forward so as to look into her crimson eyes. "As for your 'racial laws,' I concede that you have some amnesty for your vampire side, but that sort of protection stems from the need to feed only. It would be difficult to explain even to vampire elders why you were attempting to slaughter three women at once when one is suitable for a meal, and why you were using magic instead of your fangs to do so." He took a step forward, still staring directly into her eyes. "And I believe you haven't taken into account the Phoenixes, who, mind you, don't take too kindly to murder of any sort, magical or not. You know how stuffy they are about the nature of life and death and how not every creature is as privileged as them to be reborn and yadda yadda yadda." By the time he had gotten to yadda yadda yadda, he was standing directly above her, peering down at her dress.

"There was one more thing I wanted to address," he said, reaching for the garment, "just something I thought I saw when I came in..." He flipped up the hem of Aria's dress to reveal her sodden diaper which she so quickly hid underneath it. "As I suspected. Would you care to explain this one?"

[shadow king]

Aria had watched Wesley as her order had seemed to fail, and his father seemed unimpressed. However, after listening to the old man babble on he had flipped up her dress to expose her sodden diaper, and this reminded her of why her command had failed, he was empty, so he couldn't show his father any proof. However this gave her an idea.

Though she seemed rather unimpressed with how the father had exposed her she didn't seem shocked or shy about it. "Thank you for reminding me about that." she stated to the older man and then turned her head to Wesley. "Change my diaper, you should find the necessary supplies in the diaper bag at the table." she ordered him, still not allowing him use of his magic and in turn showing that he indeed was under her control.

"Poor Horace, being replaced by someone with no sense of delicacy towards royals. I am after all, the daughter of two royals." she stated. "Horace had delicacy and was kind towards the princess of two realms. Whether they accept me outwardly or not I am indeed a princess, and I have not abandoned my title and neither have either kingdom thrown me out as such." she stated, looking into the older man's eyes with a bored look.

"Now, as for punishment, their won't be any." she stated matter-of-factly "The vampires never specify their hunting methods in law. I have a right to use magic if I please, and as far as having three for a meal, any vampire would tell you that if you consume more in one sitting you needn't hunt more often, a child could tell you that."

"The phoenixes are against murder, but the fact that the life I took would be reborn within me in a philosophical sense would be enough to convince them given my circumstances of race." she state, dancing around the issue like she had dealt with this kind of thing before a half a dozen different times.

"The prophecy is also an issue considering that I have enemies within all races that would love to kill me." she smiled, "I only survive by being here in the human world where it is harder for the other creatures to blend in. And as you stated, none of us know what would really happen should I die and be reborn, but considering the undead when killed soak into darkness I would assume I would be reborn of black fire."

"Now, as for the diaper, that is your son;s fault, and interestingly enough, how we became entangled." she replied to his statement. "Your son managed to get temporal magic stuck to my bladder and bowels, and well the result is as you see." She peered deeply into Wesley's eyes. "However, after a bit of time we have grown quite close and have had quite the interesting relationship."

[The_Enigma]

Mr. Usen listened attentively, attempting to dissemble the excuses brought forth by the captive girl. He watched his son warily, seeing him attend to Aria's demand. It came as almost a surprise, but he remembered Aria mentioning the Ancient's Sign of the Servant. If it was indeed true that he was coerced into agreeing, there was little to be done at present.

When she had finished her rebuttals, he paused to think and simply watched as his son did his captive's bidding.

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Wesley stiffened at the command, and, unable to resist, he sighed and grabbed the diaper bag at the table directly behind them. When he got in position in front of the chair, he contemplated the best way to go about it: it wouldn't exactly be easy while she was strapped in. He grabbed a fresh diaper from the bag, crinkling its soft, plastic exterior. Kneeling before the chair, he emptied the other contents of the bag and proceeded with his work.

He began by lifting her dress up to the waist area, for ease of operation, and then swiftly untaped the fastens on both sides. With it now loosened, he grabbed the front end of the soggy diaper and pulled it between her legs. He folded the diaper neatly and stuck it in a compartment of the bag to dispose of it. Snatching a wet-wipe, he cleaned her body, and, subsequently, he took the powder bottle and sprinkled it over her crotch and thighs. When he was completed with the preparation, he stuffed the rest of the supplies back in the bag and took the fresh diaper in hand. Flipping it open, he took the back end and laid it flat on the surface of the chair, to better shove it between her legs and under her. After much finagling, the back of the diaper poked up behind her, and he reached around her waist to grab it, taping it carefully to the front and completing the task. To finish, he pulled her dress back down and retreated with the diaper bag.

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Mr. Usen watched the process with mild indifference; he was not one to get involved in his son's problems. However, his curiosity won in the end and he asked "Tell me, Aria, what was the cause of your current...condition? And why does Wesley share it?"

[shadow king]

Aria seemed pleased at how Wes had gotten her clean and dry in a timely manner, not minding the fact that the new head of the council was watching her get changed, let alone the fact that he had received quite a good look at her.

Once Wesley had finished and run off with the diaper bag she looked up at Mr. Usen curiously. However, she did answer him in a calm voice, making sure to keep eye contact with him. "Well, I had lived in the human world for many years." she started. "I had gotten into a college, by chance the one that your son attended."

"One day he somehow suspected me of being a magical creature and tried to confront me. Now, this wouldn;t have been bad if he had done so a little more privately, but he did so in the middle of a college campus in a crowd. I blew him off, making it seem like he was inviting me to a game like Dungeons and Dragons, because he mentioned magic openly."

"He cast a tracking spell on me, which I didn't like, it wasn;t polite and his attitude about our confrontation was wrong so I weakened said spell to the point where I thought he wouldn't try using it, but he stupidly did so and summoned me into his own private space."

"Somewhere in that transfer some of his temporal magic attached to my bladder and bowels." she finished her part of the story. "Your son shares my ailment because I made it so. He needs to understand what he did to me, so using my own particular brad of magic I did something to the same effect as the temporal magic to him."

She didn't seem to mind stating the truth, though she did make it sound that Wes was just picking on her at first. "You do realize that your son used the councils' title when he summoned me for no other reason than a suspicion of my magical origin." she stated calmly. "If I had been human he would have used magic before the human race as well, and what if I had had people over when he summoned me. I would have just vanished while entertaining others. His use of magic was reckless, but I don;t hold it against him, that kind of wisdom comes with age and it brought us closer together in the end."