Prometheus

Chapter 19: I-Aye, Captain!

In the center of the Owl House living room was an assortment of gloves lying in piles beside the couch. One pile consisted of sigil-branding gloves and was much larger, another only had nine gloves in it and the gloves were far thinner and resembled Glyph Grafters, and the third seemed to consist of cloth matching the sigil-branding gloves in the shape of a square. A hooded figure could be seen with shadows cast over them as a sigil-branding glove hovered in the air between their hands. Scarlet energy surrounded the figure's hands and formed a spherical barrier around the glove, as the figure chanted under their breath.

"Reverse the curse and that seals the soul. Transform this garment into my desire. Invoke the user's will and cast your power!"

When the chant was done, the glove was bathed in an orange glow. It shined brightly as the glove in the center began to mold like liquid before splitting in half. One half resolidified into the shape of a smaller glove, while the other dripped through the barrier and fell onto the pile of excess cloth, solidifying into another square of it.

The bubble around the transformed glove dissipated to reveal another glove similar to a Glyph Grafter. The glove landed in the figure's hands as they proceeded to put it on. Shortly after, a fire glyph came to life on either side of the hand, bathing it in fire before being quickly extinguished. The figure then placed the glove in the pile with its brethren.

"Aaaaaaaand done!" A voice rang out as the figure slumped back into the couch, pulling their hood down to reveal an out-of-breath Flint.

A white raven flew over and lifted one of the Glyph Grafters from the ground before bringing it over to Lilith, who inspected it as she was now sporting a gray low-battery shirt. "It still baffles me how you were able to make these. Mind you, it is impressive, but I would've never thought of enchanting them to do the opposite of what their initial purpose was," Lilith said as she pets her palisman, Tart, who landed on the armrest. "Though I must ask, did you really have to have the hood on for that?"1

Flint huffed out a quick chuckle. "Hey, Eda made this hood for my jacket and for Titan's sake I'm going to use it."

It had been a week and a half since the portal had been destroyed. During that time, Eda made a hood from witch's wool that was now stitched onto Flint's jacket, not unlike Luz's hooded shirt. There was a bit of a funny moment where they realized Eda had accidentally put the hood on backward, but that was an easy fix. Luckily, items made of witch's wool could also change color if they were attached to another article of clothing so the colors would match. Now his jacket sported a red-orange hood on his jacket that resembled Raven's from Teen Titans.

He definitely didn't say her signature 'Azerath Metrion Zinthos' after putting it on for the first time. Nope. Not at all...okay, maybe once. He might have also pulled an Assassin's Creed off the top of the house, bird cries and all.

Flint groaned. "Making those things is a bit tiring. It feels like I just did a 100m sprint at least."

Lilith smiled. "With a spell like that, it makes sense. Those sigil-branding gloves are supposed to be very intricate. To alter them in such a way requires a lot of precision."

Flint chuckled. "Yeah. Hopefully, my other project will go by much easier."

"What kind of project?" Lilith asked curiously.

"I was thinking about seeing if I could make a kind of sigil remover. Partly just so I can test myself, and the other part because those brands give me some seriously bad vibes," Flint explained.