As Myra learned to the hard way, magic has a cost. Everything has a cost, but nothing more so than magic. Sacrifice is baked into the very heart and soul of sorcery, demanding something precious from every mage, regardless of intentions, for good or for ill. A lesson the Hat has been more than happy to teach her, time after time again.

Simply put, the Hat eats people. Whenever it spots a chance, especially when the prey is unawares and witnesses are scarce, it'll launch out its tongue like a chameleon and devour people alive, kicking and screaming. Nobody can escape once entangled in that slimy muscle; its strength can crush steel like aluminum and the phlegm is stickier than tar. Once this monster spots prey, nothing can separate it from its meal.

Not even Myra herself. Much as the magician hates it, the Hat is fused to her flesh. She can't live without it anymore, and neither can the Hat. Worse, the damn parasite doesn't even have a stomach to digest its prey. Instead, Myra is forced to digest people herself, melting bodies into mush and converting them into raw magic to fuel her spells. Unsurprisingly, this is always a mood-killer at parties. If the Hat were to devour audience members, Myra might die from embarrassment... or caloric overtake.

It also wreaks havoc on Myra's waistline. If she didn't use magic to confine her curves, Myra's butt would balloon beyond belief. Nobody should be forced to endure the sight of a such a monstrous dumptruck. Much less the rest of Myra's hidden figure.

Once or twice, Myra has asked the Hat, 'Why me? Why pick me? What did I do to deserve this?' The Hat, in classic fashion, gives no answer. Nothing straightforward, at any rate. Malicious as they come, this cursed artifact delights in chaos and sowing discord everywhere, especially for its host. Even Myra's attempts to threaten and remove it yield nothing useful; the Hat is content to die as it lived, ruining everyone's lives, especially Myra's. That is, if the parasite understands death's perpetuity. Truth be told, Myra can't tell if the Hat is stupidly evil, or evilly stupid. Perhaps somewhere in-between?

At any rate, every day, Myra wonders if this is really worth it? She wanted to be a magician, but not like this. Never like this. She hates living under the thrall of an arcane parasite, and while digesting people feels weirdly fun, Myra doesn't wanna hurt anyone. The cries of prey haunt her nightmares, much like how the profane pleasure sears her flesh and tingles her toes. This isn't the happy, easygoing life Myra envisioned for herself, and she'd would much rather take up gardening or work in a Ma & Pa kitchen than endure such endless headaches.

One day, Myra knows, she'll figure things out. She'll learn how to free herself from the Hat and live a normal life again. Perhaps she should pay Sinful Selections another visit, see what they say? If they can free her from this parasite, fantastic! If not, Myra is more than happy to pay those bastards back for cursing like this. Maybe other mages who can cure her too? Who knows?

All Myra knows is that this can't go on forever... and she's feeling awfully peckish right now. Guess it's time for another performance. Is this your card, sir? No? Well, how about this...

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Art by the amazingly affable agentv. Merla began as an adoptable from this mad lad, and I can only hope to breath enough life into this character to match their awesome artwork.

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