Magister of Magic, Mindy Magica

The Magus were an ancient race of beings closely tied to mana that came from a distant now-dead planet. In order to survive the death of their race, the Magus performed a ritual that converted some of their population into beings of pure mana and sealed them into a rock that they launched towards Earth. Despite Earth still being extremely primitive, and only effectively a rock with a gas cloud at the time, it had the elements to potentially support life, eventually.
The Magus traveled for many life times before finally reaching the floating space rock that would one day become known as earth. The planet had formed an atmosphere and most of its land mass by the time they had arrived. Life forms were limited to primitive algae and small plankton. With their presence and the mana they brought, almost all beings and plants developed to be able to produce even a little amount of mana. The magus for the most part slept for several hundred normal life times.
As time went on, and the world developed to humanity, animals, plants and the other old ones (Who for the most part kept to themselves as well), The magus were painted with despair. Though their mana based life, granted them a near infinite lifespan, it had made them effectively unable to reproduce. On their previous planet, they had been able to fuse their genetic information with just about any other to conceive child. They avoided other magically bound races as to that the child was always born a magus, through and through. With the loss of their bodies, the Magus were unable to sustain another lifeforms child within them, and those who tried died. That mixed with the fact that the Magus were by no means invulnerable, their numbers dwindled. Using their mastery of magic and negligibly large amounts of time, the remaining Magus created pocket dimensions for themselves and turned themselves away from the other beings on the planet earth.

There lived one Magus by the name of Araceli from the house Alda. She had been a part of the team of Magus researchers that had created the ritual that had saved her people. More out of sociopathic curiosity then out of guilt, she began experimenting on ways to create artificial Magi. From things like cross-Magus children to mana constructs to forcing Magi to mate with different species. For the most part they were all failures, in one way or another. It was a few millennia before she met Zaphkiel.

Zaphkiel had been gravely injured after fighting a large group of demons through several astral planes before crash landing into Araceli's Pocket Dimension. There she nursed him back to health, all while secretly collecting samples for her research. After the several years that passed, Zaphkiel had fallen head over heels for Araceli. The events that happened after weren't known as Zaphkiel returned to the Angellic Dimension and Aracelli disappeared, leaving behind only the impossible. A baby magus with an angelic body. The other magus assumed the worst; that Aracelli had broken their sacred rule. The magi argues amongst themselves, arguing on weather or not it was good thing or not. Most anyone who would have defended that the baby were more interested in Araceli's research. But when they went to access her pocket dimension they discovered it to be completely missing, any trace of it gone. The remaining Magi finally decided to leave the child on the Earth Plane, refusing to claim it as a true Magus.  

There once lived a Latvian noble family who was cursed with no children. The only heir to the family, a daughter by the name Octavia married for love to the son of a local fisherman. After much fighting with her family, the dispute was resolved when both of Octavia's parents died after their chauffeur fell asleep at the wheel and they drove off the side off the road. That was, of course, the official story. Both parents plus the chauffeur had been poisoned by the fisherman's son, Andris. Conveniently placing himself to catch the crying Octavia on his shoulder, he began his process of making her emotionally dependant onto him.

All he needed was a heir and his plan/position would be locked in place. But years passed bearing no children. As time went on, and his fustration grew, Andris awoke to more cruel tendencies. He became more abusive and more depraved towards his wife. He slowly devolved into drinking, just like his old man. It left Octavia in pieces; blaming herself for Andris's change and the lack of child. She prayed by her bedside every night, swearing to cherish such a child. It was these prayer that moved the Magus, Veronica who had been flying around, searching for a place leave the banished little magus baby. Veronica wanted the little girl to grow up in a proper home out of her own affection for Araceli. She left the baby in Octavia's sleeping arms.

The next day, Octavia ran to Andris claiming that the old gods had answered her prayers. Andris, still hung over, squeezed the bridge of his nose as he thought over it. The baby girl had blond hair like him, and blue eyes like Octavia. He agreed to call their child their own, as long as Octavia would tell no one of where she got the baby. Beaming, Octavia agreed while hugging the baby close to her. Everything was going to get better from now on. These are the kinds of lies people tell themselves every day, but they are rarely true.

The baby was named Mareike and was raised as if she was one of the Ashford family. Groomed and paraded as the hope and future of the family, Mareike lived an extremely controlled childhood. Despite that this was the last time she could, for the longest time, remember being happy.

Behind the scenes, Andris hadn't changed, and continued to abuse Octavia. Octavia held on, being driven by her love for her child and her emotional dependency on Andris. And despite all of the obvious wrong, if it had stayed that way, it would have been ok. But one day when Mareike was five, Andris backhanded her during one of his drunk stupors. A black eye quickly formed over her eye. The next day when Andris was sober enough to be terrified that her injury would be reported by her tutors, he noticed that the bruise was gone. Grabbing the terrified Mareike by the shoulders, he checked the skin around her eye. It was without blemish. Mindy will never for how the look of shock on his face turned into evil pleasure. As evil desire spread from his heart, he began to laugh. That was the day that Mareike's life changed.

After her dinner, Andris would beat Mareike till she was black and blue, laying on the ground and vomiting anything she had eaten that day. The room was filled with the pained crys of the little girl and low raspy whispers of Andris, "Es tevi mīlu, meita." "I love you, Baby." Without holding back, Andris would bring down his full adult strength onto the child's body before using the built up arousal to sleep with Octavia. Mareike didn't like daddy's love anymore.

Mareike in her desperation ran to her mother during the days and tried to convince her that Andris was hurting her when he went to play with her at nights. At first, when Octavia heard what Mareike was saying, despair gripped at her heart. But as she searched Mareike's body, Octavia felt relief. There was no way that Andris's sadistic side could come out and there would be no mark. Plus, Andris had several weeks prior broken into tears and promised Octavia that he was going to treat her better, that things were going to get better from now on. Andris was the man that she fell in love with all those years ago. Octavia smiled at her little angel and said "Papa, had a difficult childhood. And though he has trouble controlling himself, he loves you. We just need to tell him when he was hurting us. Do you understand, Mindy?" Mindy was Octavia's nickname for her beloved daughter. Mareike had been the name that Andris had given her at her birth, a fact that he mentioned whenever he could. Through tears, Mareike shook her head. She didn't understand. She didn't want to be hurt anymore. When a sad looked crossed Octavia's face, the five year old girl felt her juvenile heart drop. Octavia brought Mareike into a deep embrace; a mother clutching the most treasured thing of her life to her chest. "I know its hard, baby. And I wish you could have had a father who knew better. But despite his shortcommings, he does love you, even if the way that he shows it is very rough." Mareike didn't say anything, tears still streaming down her face. Despite everything, she felt safe in her mother's arms. "Plus boys always tend to be a little rough anyways." Octavia tried to defuse some of the tension she had been feeling, not realizing that such a joke wouldn't register in the child's mind. "It's normal." Her hug turned into a gentle squeeze. "I love you, my little Mindy." Mareike held her mother back. She loved mommy's love.

Years passed, and the disparity between the smiles, kind words, and loving family times between the three of them and the pain filled physical and emotional abuse that filled her nights, caused a rift to form in Mareike's mind. The pain was Mareike not understanding her father's perfectly normal love. It didn't make her feel any better, but her mother had assured her that it was normal, and by this point it had been going on for so long it had to be. Because Mareike could not understand her father's love it caused him to transform into a monster. It was ok to hate the monster, but she had to love her father. It wasn't his fault; it was hers. She was doing this to him. She was letting this monster hold her father hostage. Her suffering was the price she had to pay so that they could stay happy. So that her mother could be happy. Her mother on the other hand was blissfully unaware. The monster was gone she thought. It was a temporary ailment. And though she could see it peek out from behind her husbands eyes from time to time, she knew that it was gone now, and they were safe. The convenient lies are often the ones that people tend to believe.

As the years went on, Mindy's body began to develop. And as it developed a fire grew in Andris's loins. Till one day when Mareike was thirteen years old, and Andris lost himself and took her to bed after beating her. Mareike's mind shattered along the cracks that had been forming for years. She lost all connection with reality. Her nights were just bad dreams.

Her lessons were her life, and the peak of her day was in the afternoon when a particular cartoon began to play. "Puella Magi Illona Magica". It was the story of an orphan who helped a small blue cat, and formed a magical contract with it to help protect the love of the world. Mareike would dreamily repeat "mīlestība" along with the shows crappy Latvian dub. It was the one thing that Mareike wanted more then anything else. She could feel the emptiness inside of her heart. She didn't understand the other little boys and girls. She didn't understand the workers and the people she saw on the rare occasions she was permitted to leave the house. She didn't understand the warm feeling that love was supposed to give you when had it. She loved her mother. She loved her father. But her love was different that what everyone else seemed to feel. All she felt was the vacuum of where that feeling was supposed to be. Most of Mareike's personality was ungenuine. Crafting different personalities from what she observed from other people and what she saw on tv, she created facsimiles. Personas or masks that she could wear to get other people act favorably with her. They were her armor. And her curse.
This was also when the hallucinations began. Where the space of her dreams were taken by her denial of the physical, emotional and sexual abuse, her subconscious's space to try and repair her psyche split to day light hours. From visions of shadowy men with eyes of fire, to frog princesses, to magical girls and magic. It would be years before she would realize what was real and what wasn't. But even then the reality was to harsh for her to hold on to reality for too long. She was twenty when she finally was free.

After finally, roughly pulling her psyche together, Mareike realized that her nightmares had been reality. When her father came to her room that night, he found it locked and barricaded close. He went into a flurry, slamming against the door, causing the sounds to echo through the estate. The only other person to hear was Octavia in their bed chamber, awaiting her husband. The servants had left for their own homes at sunset. By the time that Octavia reached Mareike's room, Andris was in a rage, swinging and breaking several pieces of furniture on the door. When she looked into his eyes, she saw it again, the beast from all those years ago. Andris turned to Octavia, almost feral and demanded that she summon Mareike from her room.

In her fear, Octavia called out to Mareike, begging her to come out, that it was all going to be ok. Despite her better judgement, Mareike opened the door and ran to her mother's arms. Their moment only lasted a minute before she was torn out of Octavia's embrace by Andris, and dragged to his study. Octavia ran behind them, distraught.

Andris ripped open Mareike's overcoat, and began yelling obscenities. He was infuriated by her disobediance. More then how could his "daughter" disobey him, how could a women do so. It injured his pride and helped him lose his reason. He beat into Mareike, over and over again, as her mother only begged and pleaded for him to stop. Mareike's vision cloudeded as pain exploded through out her body. She watched as her father silenced her mother and continued to beat her. Her mother was not her hero, there to save her. Real life had no heroes.

The beatings came down till it was punctuated by Andris with, "Man nav meitas." and spat to the side. "I have no daughter." The words hurt Mareike more then she thought possible. But with the pain came liberation. The words made it easier for her to cut her ties with Andris, albeit with quite a bit of mental acrobatics. Using the pain she eased into her childish personality, to distance her self from the pain.

Andris began to take off his pants, attempting to rape Mareike, in his rage not remembering that Octavia stood right there. She shrieked, but he didnt stop, moving ever closer to Mareike's whimpering body. With a shrill scream, Octavia grabbed a letter opener and charged at Andris. The letter opener was driven into side of his abdomen. It was hardly lethal, but it definitely stopped Andris in shock. He looked down at the wound that his wife had inflicted on him. A few moment's passed before the rage returned and he backhanded her with a roar.

During her parent's exchange, Mareike had been able to gotten up, and tackled Andris, causing him to stumble back and trip into the raging fire in the fireplace. His screams filled the mansion. Mareike stood over the flailing Andris and said, "Es tevi mīlu, Tēvu" as he died. Octavia watched the scene in horror as she began to scream. watching the horror unfold, unbelieving, Octavia couldn't process what was going on other then just despair, having watched her baby girl, push the love of her life into a fire. She looked at her hands as she remembered the letter opener that had been in them only moments before. She was hyperventilating at this point. Mareike, still in her Mary personality, sat next to her mother and hugged her. Innocently she asked " Do you think our love reached, Daddy?" It was the last push for Octavia's sanity. It was devoured with despair, guilt, and desperate denial.

The house burned down, and from the wreckage the fire fighters were able to determine that that the most likely fire starter and murderer had been Octavia, with her finger prints being lifted off the letter opener. She didn't argue mainly because she was a crying shrieking mess. Mareike was only able to tell the story up till when Andris had ripped her clothes, blacking out afterwards. With Mareike being the last sane Ashford alive, the estate and wealth of the Ashford family in her name.

That night would continue to plague her life for the next decade as she slowly came to terms at what had happened. She didn't have time to feel sorry for herself, not that she felt any need to do so, other then that it seemed like something that people would do. She buried her feelings, and her history and moved on to a desk job at News firm in Wiltshire, England. She was over qualified for the job, but if she was going to be honest, she didn't want to feel anything anymore. Her life had no purpose. That was until one faithful day.

It had started like every other day, checking in. Filing emails, and composing and distributing memos through out the office when explosions began erupting out side. It looked like cars and random pockets of air were exploding here and there. But Mindy could see what was happening, It was a young blue man, whipping through the air, being chased by what looked like demons or spirits of some sort. He desperately dodged to and fro, clutching something to his chest. He had cut a tight turn around the news building when one of the energy beams clipped his side, causing him to be sent tumbling down. Before she had finished a complete thought, Mareike was sprinting down towards him. by the time she had reached him, she could that see that his body was smoldering. Mostly unmoving, he continued to clutch to his chest a crystal and dark steel box, She heard a voice in her head persuading her to open the box, and another that begged her to please not do it. Mentally filtering out both of the voices, Mareike decides to  open the box, choosing the accept that there was more to life then what she had been led to believe. As the lid of the box opened up, two rings flew out. Before they could fly away from her, she managed to catch one ring on her right ring finger and one on her left ring finger.

The boy swore as the girl burst into black and white pillar of light. It lasted a moment before calming down to his surprise. What just happened? If she was unworthy of either, that ring would have destroyed her. The two spirits of the ring and the young man were dumbfounded. This is girl was some how capable of both great evil and great good. The reality that no one knew at the time was that Mindy's abnormal physiology wouldn't have triggered the rings defenses anyways.

Using the rings powers, Mindy unleashed bolts of light and dark, slaying spirits that hunted the boy. After a bit of shenanigans here and there, Mindy and boy (named Sebastian unceremoniously by Mindy) they traveled the world, seeing sights and allowing Mindy to accept the version of herself that she had wanted to be. Through her adventures, Mindy was able to let go of her past as Mareike Ashford and move forward towards a brighter future. Things were finally settling into a Saturday morning cartoon-kind of lul before things changed drastically.

Mindy was attacked my a girl who looked a lot like her named Linda. She claimed herself to be Magus, and attacked her for inheriting their mother's gift. During this fight. Mindy was poisoned deeply by the strange scissor blade that Linda had carried. During her recovery Mindy met another Magus, this one by the name of Veronica. Unbeknowst to Mindy, this was the same Magus that had left her with the Ashfords all those years prior. Mindy rejected Veronica'd help, to the latter ones amusment. Amusement that would be rather short lived. Because two monthes later, Veronica would burst into Mindy's hotel room, to abduct her to Tanzania to throw Mindy into something known as a leyline well, claiming that they were running out of time, "The ArchAngel" was searching for Mindy. In the leyline well in Tanzania, Mindy experienced a series of a dreams that allowed her to awaken to her natural sense of magic from being a Magus. Which was pretty important, since Veronica crushed rings that Mindy had been5:08 AM 4/10/2018 using prior to this point, claiming that they were "Parasites".
The visions that Mindy received were not enough, nor was the mana concentrated enough awaken the rest of her dormant powers. After searching further more, for more Leyline wells, Mindy settles on Stonehenge, the location of one of the largest Leyline wells in the world. After some more shenanigans, Mindy is finally dropped into Leyline well, finally awaking her abilities as a Magus and some of her angel bodies abilities as well. With the help of Quinn, Mindy was able to slay the trickster god that resided there. But would happen now, that they had pissed off an ancient pantheon?