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Lateral Movement - Alzrius



Having been granted rulership over the city of Vanhoover, and confessed their feelings for each other, Lex Legis and Sonata Dusk have started a new life together. But the challenges of rulership, and a relationship, are more than they bargained for.

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440 - Alignment Check

Twilight fought down a surge of panic at the lhaksharut’s announcement, knowing she had only seconds to act.

An axiomatic numinous field. Those words immediately sent her back to her time on Everglow, when she’d studied that world’s magic beneath the watchful eye of an old earth pony wizard by the name of Under Score. He’d taught her a great deal, ranging from the differences between arcane and divine spellcasting to the nine thematic categories that all spells were catalogued under, such as conjurations or illusions or necromancy. And one of his lessons had dealt with what one particular type of spells could do…


“I still don’t understand why you don’t want me to learn that ‘infernal healing’ spell,” huffed Twilight, frowning at Under Score. The old wizard was normally quite generous with sharing the spells that he knew – at least among those ponies who had proven themselves to be both competent and trustworthy, which Twilight felt sure she had – but there were some that he flatly refused to teach her, and this was one of them. “Wouldn’t it be better if I knew one of the few curative spells that you don’t need to be a divine spellcaster to use?”

“Clerics and other spellcasters of faith can, in fact, cast that spell too, Miss Sparkle.” Under Score always insisted on a degree of formality when he was lecturing her, which he apparently was now. “They simply tend to eschew it in favor of more effectual spells that utilize the life-restoring properties of positive energy as a method of healing, and you should eschew it so as not to become comfortable with casting spells that call upon profane forces. There’s a reason why the name of the spell is ‘infernal’ healing.”

“But it’s still a healing spell,” protested Twilight. “It helps people. How exactly does that use ‘profane forces’?”

“It’s not in the effect where such energies typically leave their mark,” explained Under Score. Looking at Twilight, he canted his head and started walking, indicating that he wanted her to follow him. It was only when they were back in his office at the Seekers Academy that he continued. “The infernal healing spell leaves only the faintest trace of malevolence upon those it’s used on,” he admitted once they were both inside and he’d closed the door. “That mainly manifests in it leaving behind scars rather than unblemished flesh, since any lingering aura from the spell itself fades away in a matter of seconds.”

Twilight’s ears perked up at that, wondering if she’d just won the argument. “Then-”

“But even if the recipient of the spell is at no risk of moral corruption, the same cannot be said for the caster,” noted Under Score pointedly. “Miss Sparkle, do you remember what you told me about your native world’s magic? About how, while its utilization is a physical process, an individual’s disposition – if maintained at a substantial level for a sufficient duration – can color the effects that they’re trying to produce?

“That’s oversimplifying it a bit, but-”

“What I’m describing to you now is exactly the opposite. Rather than your state of mind affecting the magic you use, using spells like infernal healing can affect your state of mind, the same way that what you take into your body can affect your health.” Opening a drawer in his desk, Under Score took out a vial filled with a powdery yellow substance, placing it in front of Twilight. “Powdered sulfur,” he noted. “Even a little irritates the skin and eyes, inflames the lungs and throat, and upsets the stomach.” He then opened one of his saddlebags, withdrawing an apple and a thin wedge of cheese, placing them alongside the vial. “My lunch,” he explained, before giving Twilight a pointed look. “Now, which one would you rather eat?”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to frown, finding the simplistic analogy a bit insulting. “I understand the principle,” she noted testily. “It’s the application that I’m confused about. A lot of the spells you’ve taught me have been attack magic, but I don’t feel like attacking anyone. What makes spells like infernal healing different?”

Under Score didn’t answer her immediately, instead putting the vial of sulfur away and repacking his lunch before replying. “In theory, they shouldn’t be,” he said at last. “The thought-forms that we use to store magical energies in our minds are built to shape and direct those energies when we draw upon them, only utilizing them according to the highly-specific arrangements into which they’ve been composed.”

“But…?” prompted Twilight.

“But nothing is one hundred percent efficient,” sighed Under Score. “There’s always some energy lost in the transfer, and where do you think that goes?”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “Into us?”

Under Score nodded. “Us, and also the surrounding environment. For the most part, however, the thought-forms we use are built to provide outlets to handle the safe diffusion of lost energy, which is why casting a sleep spell won’t make you drowsy, or casting a shield spell won’t make you feel defensive. But there are certain energies that we’re more sensitive to than others. Are you familiar with the concept of numinous modes?”

When Twilight shook her head, he kept going. “There are certain planes of existence where particular metaphysical concepts are less abstract than they are here. Where ‘good’ and ‘evil’ and similar ideals such as ‘order’ and ‘chaos’ aren’t merely abstract concepts, but fundamental modes of existence, as important as gravity or magnetism. For whatever reason, the energies of these realms resonate strongly with the spiritual – or ‘numinous’ – aspect of sapient beings. The result is that repeated exposure to those energies, such as via spells that make use of them, can start to affect an individual’s temperament, changing who they are in ways far deeper than any mere physical alteration.”

Twilight’s eyebrows had been steadily rising during Under Score’s explanation. “Wait, so you’re saying that people are only good or bad because they’ve become…saturated with these planar forces?”

To her great relief, Under Score shook his head. “While that idea has yet to be conclusively disproven, the evidence that our best sages have gathered suggests that isn’t the case. Rather, it seems to be a case of like calling to like. If you’re already a good person, then you’ll have a greater inclination for planar energies that match your moral alignment. We think that’s why, presuming you haven’t pledged yourself to any particular deity during the course of your life, your soul goes to whatever plane of existence best matches your metaphysical gradient after you die.”

“Or you could just refuse to go,” murmured Twilight uncomfortably, remembering what had happened to her when she’d met an untimely demise during the Elemental Bleeds. Soft Whisper, Everglow’s goddess of death, had attempted to shepherd her toward the afterlife. But Twilight, not wanting to leave, had clung to the living world with everything she’d had, becoming a ghost. It wasn’t an experience she was eager to repeat, and not just because dying had been awful; the highly-negative feelings that had prompted her to refuse to pass on – intense fear, overwhelming loss, profound regret, and others like them – had been all that sustained her as a ghost, since it required profound emotional resonance for a disembodied soul to will itself to remain in the physical world. But those same intensely negative feelings had slowly started to warp her personality, which in hindsight hadn’t been surprising; you couldn’t remain in a perpetual state of intense trauma and not have it twist who you were. Just the thought of anything like that happening again was enough to snuff out Twilight’s curiosity about the infernal healing spell.

Her feelings must have shown on her face, because Under Score gave her a concerned look. “In the interest of full disclosure,” he said slowly. “I should mention that confirmed cases of individuals whose identity was altered because they used too much numinous magic are extremely few and far between. The conventional wisdom is that, so long as they’re used in moderation, the chances of your metaphysical alignment being altered due to casting those spells is virtually nil.” He gave her a kindly smile then, dropping his professorial mien. “I just didn’t want to take the chance that you might end up being the exception that proves the rule.”

“No, it’s alright.” Twilight couldn’t fight the shudder that ran down her spine at the thought. “If there’s any chance that spells like that could cause some sort of…of spiritual contamination, they’re definitely not something I want to use. The magic of friendship is special because it’s something that’s created by what my friends and I all feel for each other, not the other way around.”

Under Score nodded, looking satisfied. “I understand, though I’ll repeat what I said about moderate amounts of numinous magic being safe to use. Still, I’m glad to see that you have a healthy respect for what such spells can do now. Therefore…” He stood up as he spoke, walking to a nearby shelf before withdrawing a book, opening it to a particular page and placing it on the desk in front of her. “Here’s a copy of the infernal healing spell. If you want to scribe it into your spellbook, you’re welcome to.”

Her eyes widening, Twilight glanced from the spell to the old stallion and back again. “So this…it was all a test?”

“More like an evaluation,” admitted Under Score with a shrug, though Twilight didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips turned upward. “I hope that doesn’t offend you.”

Still staring at the spell, Twilight shook her head. “Testing their students is what teachers are supposed to do. I’m just…I know you said that almost no one is changed just by using these, but if there’s even a chance of it happening, why would anyone ever take that risk?”

“You already know why.” Under Score tapped the open book as he sat back down. “As you said, this is still a healing spell. If someone you cared about was dying, and there was no other curative magic available, what would you do?” He leaned back in his chair when Twilight didn’t answer. “Others have different uses, such as summoning planar denizens of matching metaphysical gradients, or even attacking those of different spiritual persuasions.”

“Wait, attacking?” This time Twilight’s frown was one of incomprehension. “How could spells like this be used to attack? I thought you said the only danger was that they could change someone’s personality gradually over time?”

“That’s the only danger to the person using them, Miss Sparkle. But there are certain spells that deliberately concentrate a particular numinous gradient to such a high degree that, when cast, cause severe spiritual damage to everyone in the local area who doesn’t share the same metaphysical inclination. I once saw a colleague of mine use such a spell, unleashing a powerful burst of axiomatic, or ‘lawful,’ force with a single word against a group of over two dozen gem gnoll marauders that had surrounded us, since he felt certain that none of them were of that particular persuasion whereas we all were.”

Twilight wasn’t sure that she wanted to know, but couldn’t stop herself from asking anyway. “What happened to them?”

“One of them, the leader, was tough enough that he was able to stay standing, although he looked like he’d just taken a heavy blow to the head. Three or four of the others were paralyzed, at least for a short time.”

Just from his tone of voice Twilight could tell that there was more to the story. “And the rest?”

“They were all killed instantly.”


Twilight had, in the time since that conversation, never tried to measure the “spiritual alignment” of any of her friends. Just the thought of doing so made her feel uncomfortable, like she was contemplating reading their diaries without their knowledge. But now…now she wished she had, if only so that she knew exactly who was in danger from what the lhaksharut was going to do. Pinkie would definitely be affected, she knew, and so would Discord, but as for everyone else here, she couldn’t be sure. Was Spike “lawful” in temperament? Was Fluttershy? Was Princess Celestia?

Gesturing and chanting so quickly that she almost bit her tongue, Twilight poured her alicorn magic into her dispelling spell, hoping that she’d be able to finish casting it before the lhaksharut deployed its axiomatic numinous field. Hoping that she’d be able to negate it. Hoping that she wouldn’t have to find out which of her friends were lawful by watching the ones who weren’t die right in front of her…

A second later both her and the lhaksharut’s spells went off.

Author's Note:

Twilight realizes that the full scope of what the lhaksharut is about to do, and struggles to stop it before her non-Lawful friends pay the price!

But which ones are Lawful and which ones aren't? Let the alignment debate begin!

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