the magus and the whore (a story)

The Magus and the Whore (a story)

In a land far away, there was once a magus who went around practicing his art of bringing light and miracles to the world. He was a lonely man, though terrifyingly powerful and smart. Nobody wanted to be near him. He was short-tempered and annoyed with anyone who came near him. As smart as he was, he didn’t make the connection between his behaviour and his loneliness. He figured they should want to be close to him to learn his power and wisdom. Funnily enough, their fear of his bad attitude out-weighed his worth as a magus to them.
So he wandered alone.
Till one day, he was walking near a small temple to some goddess and saw a gorgeous girl come from the temple. He walked up to her and asked if there was anything he could give her that would make her smile at him. She said just the question was enough, and she smiled. He produced a flower for her, even though they were in the middle of the desert. She smiled again. Told him it was a sweet gesture.
He thought she was a beauty and continued to do everything he could to make her happy. He wrote poems about seeing stars in her eyes, and wanting to travel thru the universe, chasing her. Like the sun and the moon across the sky. He offered her gold and silver, sulphur and mercury. But she said all she wanted from him was his thoughtful words.
So he gathered his poems to her into a book and gave them to her. She was so touched.
He praised her devotion to the temple, her beauty and kindness. She just blushed, till he got from her the reason why. She was serving the temple at the time. She waited to see the charm fall from his face and the way he treated her. He stunned her with the biggest smile. Some men saw her as a servant. He saw her as a teacher, or a priestess. So he touched her cheek. He praised her devotion again. And asked her to teach him the rites. He had been looking for a teacher who could show him the way to sex magick and had almost given up the quest.
They became consorts and his magick grew everyday. He was no longer lonely or angry, and people enjoyed spending time with him. They gathered a small crowd around them. They joked about them being the stars to their sun and moon. The base metals to their sulphur and mercury.
The group wandered the land, performing miracles, practicing sex magick and growing his power. I believe they are still wandering, whether in the desert or the sky.
And all it took for this to be, was the greatest magick of all… love.

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