( Once permission has been granted, Emilia carefully flattens her palm against the space between Five's shoulder blades. He'll feel the preternatural warmth of her as the hum of her magic attempts to read what has been left on him. )

I can tell you it is certainly demonic in nature. But ... ( Her brows furrow here. Her hand slips away, aware he would not want her to linger more than necessary. ) it's different to Wrath. Where the essence of his magic feels ancient and vast, this feels — it feels newly shaped. Young and not nearly as developed.

( What that means for them she does not yet know, but it is interesting. )