Kyungsoo is the adopted son of two Wicca, who spared him from a life in the system and in various orphanages. He grew up in a secluded, humble coven in the woods of Washington, raised with the believes and standards of his family and yet - even though he loves them will all this heart - he was always drawn to the darker sides of magic. Perhaps the main reason or his interest in those darker paths, was his lack of own magic, no matter if the Wicca of his coven practiced advanced magic, or not. None of them had powers to call their own, relying on the circles of the moon and the power their mother Gaya granted them. Kyungsoo found himself desiring more rather quickly, longing for something more substantial than praying to the full moon every month. After finishing Highschool he applied to Colleges that were just close enough to not give his mother's the idea he was leaving them behind, but still far enough for him to explore the world on his own. Or rather, the world of magic. He found himself a mistress - a warlock of exceptional strength and wisdom (and motives of her own, of course)- up every drop of knowledge she was willing to share with him, almost as if he was a Rose of Jericho in the middle of a magical desert. This arrangement worked, for some time. Kyungsoo knew the time frame he had with his mistress was slim, especially since she only sought a way to further strengthen herself and lengthen her lifespan, but he wasn't stupid. He knew she was looking for a way to transfer the years of his life to her own body - and he wasn't planning on making it easy for her. Fate played in his favor, apparently. She gave him her own magic, trying to get him to trust her - but her life ended long before she even had the chance to get them back. Together with his remaining years of youth, self-explanatory. Her life ended by the hands of a vampire she once crossed and Kyungsoo would be lying he didn't enjoy the sight of her breathing out her last sigh just a tiny bit./div>

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