Marax (Witch)

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**Info**

**Morax** is the 6th Witch with the element of  Wood.

## Description

> "The 21st of the Seventy-Two of the Ars Goetica. A gearhead that pilots her very own mecha in battle. Awesome!
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> Morax Soulcard Description

## Story

Few things exist in life that are worth researching. Almost every single object in reality is grounded within it with the sole purpose of one looking at it, doing something with it, then tossing it about with no afterthought. It disgusts me.

When I handle something, however, I take the time to scrutinize every single fiber of its existence. I tire endlessly, analyzing every aspect of whatever I’m looking at, without fail. I make sure that I record and note everything, no matter how insignificant. It’s just how I am. Research is my passion, after all.

I enjoy doing these sorts of things. It helps me forget about the unimportant nature of life. After all, who will record these sorts of things? A plant will still be a plant centuries from now, assuming the smog from Gorini’s despicable factory doesn’t make everyone on the continent spit blood at 30. But either way I digress. Even if the plant retains its nature, there is no guarantee that man will see it the same way then. When that happens, who will remind them of the past? Who will tell them tales of what once had happened?

I jot down all of my findings in an endless library in my possession. I acquired it after the Necraburian war, when the Tundraic Army was pushed back with my Annihilation Turrets. Sweet isn’t it? I fill every shelf, every table, with books entirely used for recording pages upon pages of every boring but true detail. For example, I might use an entire book just to describe the color, and just the color alone, mind you, of an object. I waste no time on trifling matters, and if anyone dares to disturb me, I will be sure to have justice.

An interesting thing I had discovered decades ago was something about the keys that often pop up in a merchant’s carts. While at first glance, it would appear to be a simple key, but when elemental forces are applied onto it, it takes on multiple strange qualities. For one, it starts to bend space around itself, causing minor distortions in reality. This can manifest effects most of the time as random objects suddenly and instantly relocating themselves when placed around a key. According to my calculations, there appears to be no limit to the range of teleportation. The only form of control that appears to be present is the elemental force present on the key. If, let’s say, I applied Fire Ultforce onto the key, I would most likely find objects near it transported to places of temperature such as the volcanoes of Caldaria, or my fireplace, on one occasion.

I have never tried to transport myself of course. If some mishap were to present itself to me while space distorted, not even I, with my current knowledge, would be able to predict what would happen. Granted, it would spare me the punishment of having to live any longer, but even Death is a luxury I don’t want to acquire yet.

Speaking of keys, one particular incident comes to mind. I was taking a stroll outside once, and I found some lowly humans on a field. Taking care to conceal myself, I closed in to see what they were all gathering for. To my surprise, they were handling an active Chaos Key. Sighing to myself, I prepared to leave, but what the one with the key said intrigued me:

“I learned how this works. Totally rad”

I almost forgot to renew my invisibility cloak in my excitement for this fellow researcher. What had he learned about this odd item that I had not, in my many decades of experimentation?

He, with almost full confidence, grabbed the base of the key, and proceeded to twist it. The result was a great blast of energy that almost knocked everyone off their feet, save for a few that had sufficient footing.

Space started to distort, as I had expected, but what I had not expected was the rapidly expanding portal that was forming over where the key used to be. Backing away as to not become enveloped in the rift, the other humans oohed and aahed as eventually, a purple portal had appeared.

Unable to contain my excitement, I unconcealed myself and jumped onto the human that had opened the portal. A barrage of questions erupted from my delighted self. The first was, and the last, as I would regretfully remember:

“How did you learn this? Are you, like me, a person of Research?”

How I wish he never answered.

“Umm what?”

He just looked at me dumbfoundedly

“If what I’m hearing is correct… then…”

He shrugged.

“I just learned last night. I was just tinkering with everything that looked shiny. I don’t really care about it too much. I just happened to get it off some vendor. Why?”

My excitement turned to rage. How could this… idiotic lump of flesh discover such a detail overnight??? Did he not bother at all, to run calculations? Did he not pay any mind? Was he so foolish, as to ruin an opportunity to research like this, and IGNORE EVERYTHING?!

I clenched my fist. This creature was an insult to everything I stood for. For everything I had done for centuries. And for that he must pay.

Seething with anger that one would so openly disrespect even the tiniest details, and not bother to record them, I knew he was a danger to everyone. If he was allowed to live, more like him would corrupt the human race. And I had to save them. Save them from the brainless primates that cannot appreciate the details. Save them from themselves. Save them from ignorance.

With gritted teeth, I stormed home, without another word. I would educate them. I would educate them all.

And with that, I started plotting, sketching, and calculating, which would be my greatest project of all.

-"Narrowminded", taken from the Book Of Witches, page 30, translated from Necraburian

## Marax Item

+ Weapons
+ Soul Card
+ Pet

* Fighter

* Ranger

* Priest

* Mage

* Ninja

* File:Marax Icon.jpg
Armii

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Armii

## Trivia

### Etymology

* In the demonology grimoire The Lesser Key of Solomon, *Marax*  is one of the twelve Presidents of Hell and the 21st demon.