Sigurd stood naked while channelling his magic on the balcony of Eva's room. Currently, Eva was unconscious after a night of mating, and her mother left an hour ago.
'A devil, unlike witches, reaps unique benefits from copulation,' Sigurd mused. 'It's a power source, a catalyst for their magic, a secret they guard closely.'
His flowed with the morning sunlight covering his body, the emerald flame and black ice forming compact shapes from shards to arrowheads to a dancing flame person while floating around him. Sigurd discovered that this type of practice not only increased the speed he could cast spells or form shapes in combat, but it felt like his core became more efficient.
'Lilith, did my magic increase because I fucked Eva silly all night? Or is it because she is my woman?'