The girls were bored in the shrine. During their time living together, they had managed to strengthen their friendship. Even Lyra and Daphne. Although the blonde did it more to fit in with the group of lovers. Pansy used to stay close to Lavender, although in her free time, she would chat with her fellow snakes. It wasn't out of camaraderie, they were simply the best option there.
"We haven't seen Altair in a long time," said Lavender. She looked like the leader of a revolution.
"He visits us every night," said Azalea, bored. She had tried to help Altair, but the boy wouldn't let her, claiming it would be cheating.
Phoenix powder cannot be synthesized by him; the devilish magic causes it to degrade. How does he plan to synthesize it alone? The girl considered her boyfriend's pride to be his greatest flaw, but it was also his strength.
"If you think she's a piece in some damn game between us, you're an idiot." Those words made her happy every time she thought about them.
"It's not enough," Harley said this time.
"It certainly wasn't what I expected when I arrived in Japan," said a new voice.
"You weren't even invited, Violet," no one knew how, but the Black girl had managed to get under Lavender's skin.
"Oh, I don't need an invitation to be with Altair," she said cynically. Like a lover flaunting her romance in front of the wife of the cheater. She herself enjoyed being the mistress more than being a member of the coven.
Violet arrived in the morning. Her little sister had finished sightseeing in Japan and, together with her parents, had returned to Great Britain. She came hoping for a good fuck.
Only to find that Altair hadn't left his laboratory in twelve days. He only came out at night to fuck Lavender and the Potter twins before going to sleep.
"If I asked him, he'd dump you without a second thought," the blonde was really upset.
"Are you sure?" Violet didn't lose her smile.
"Yes. But I won't. I'll watch you beg and scream for him to fuck you hard," said the blonde. "You know how it is, losing consciousness after long hours of him pumping inside you. I want to see the slutty look on your pretty pureblood face," she said in a scathing tone.
"Maybe you'll end up watching me make him my bitch," replied the girl.
There was no truth in her words. Whenever she thought about that game of dominating each other, she imagined Altair as the winner. She didn't like to win, she liked to make the other person lose.
"Ara~," Akeno was standing next to them, her cheeks flushed. Not from embarrassment, but from excitement. Her mind returned to the moment when she looked at Lavender and Altair in front of her.
"After your king, you're next," Lavender was angry, the deprivation of sex and Violet teasing her had put her in a terrible mood. Akeno was simply the victim of a stray shot.
"Now, I'll take care of him properly," said the black-haired girl with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. "I'm sure I can teach him new things," she said, bringing her hand to her cheek and smiling.
Lavender apologized a few minutes later, although Akeno didn't seem bothered at all.
While Lavender, Violet, and Akeno fought, Harley and Azalea went to their mother. The blue-eyed girl had joined her mother and sister in their investigations.
Daphne, Pansy, and Lyra left the place, determined to visit the Muggle world. Lyra guided them, although Daphne wanted to hear more details about Altair.
Altair, on the other hand, continued working on his project.
The process of creating phoenix powder started with phoenix feathers. They were a rare commodity, but accessible overall. Wands commonly contained a core of these feathers.
The important thing about the feathers was the magic of the phoenix within them. To synthesize the powder, he needed other ingredients, which would serve as a base. These ingredients were magical refined salt, the kind used for rituals; ground unicorn horn; powdered dragon bone; acromantula venom; valerian root essence; and a mixture of magical ingredients that he would keep secret.
There were a few ingredients. The complicated part came in the creation process.
First, he had to extract the magic from the feather. He would macerate it, for which he needed potion water, and boil it slowly. In addition to the feather, he added acromantula venom, whose role was to force the magic out of the feather. It had to be stirred constantly.
Here, Altair used a closed cauldron reinforced with runes to keep the magic from the feather inside until it merged with the water, resulting in a shiny liquid. Before, they used a single cauldron for one feather. There was always a waste of magic.
Altair didn't know how much. A single feather could supply about a hundred gallons. That's why he now used a huge cauldron with a capacity of five hundred gallons, which would allow him to work with five feathers at a time. It wasn't perfect. He had to add runes to trap the magic and others to keep the heat even. When he had time, he would do it better.
Then he had to pour the unicorn horns into a cauldron along with the dragon bones and valerian root essence. With them, he threw the mixture of ingredients. The temperature had to be almost nine hundred degrees Celsius (1652 Fahrenheit). It was stirred every ninety seconds. The two powders reacted to create a new compound, while the valerian root stabilized. The other ingredients serve as a catalyst, speeding up the process, other way it will take years. The resulting product, which Altair named Hornfire Dust, had the function of absorbing magic. This is where the process goes to hell for devils. Since it absorbs the magic of those nearby.
The devil's magic corrupted it, and when it combined with the phoenix feather extract, the new compound degraded.
If Altair was being honest, the truly incredible thing was the Hornfire Dust. This compound could be used in other products; it could even be melted into a large crystal to store magic. Perhaps it could be made into a staff, like Merlin's.
There was something curious about the essence of valerian root; it wasn't the Muggle plant but its magical species. It has a calming effect, which seems to affect magic, making it useful for stabilizing reactions such as the one above. Altair wanted to study that magic to create a calming spell.
The salt was added once the compound had formed, one part of the Hornfire Dust to nine parts salt.
The salt did not react with the Hornfire Dust, so the temperature did not matter much, although hot water was used to increase the solubility of the salt. It simply acted as a body. It integrated perfectly with the Hornfire Dust compound. It was a pure compound and, all in all, edible, whose function is to transport magic.
Why not just use salt if it can transport magic? Because it doesn't absorb it; the magic would end up escaping from the salt. The way it is formulated, the magic can leave the Hornfire Dust, but it would end up trapped in the salt and be absorbed again.
Once the salt was integrated into the cauldron, it was lyophilized. This was a muggle procedure adapted to the magical world, consisting of passing from a solid to a gaseous state without passing through a liquid state. In other words, all the contents of the cauldron were frozen into a solid and liquid state, and then, by reducing the pressure, the now frozen liquid part returned to a gaseous state.
This left only the Hornfire Dust and the refined salt for ritual use in the cauldron. Finally, the powder was mixed with the macerated phoenix feather. It was stirred constantly over low heat until the water lost its shine. Finally, another lyophilization process was carried out, and the powder was extracted.
Once the Hornfire Dust was charged with magic, it was safe to place it in demonic environments. But the magic of the phoenix feather had charge the Hornfire Dust completly; if any magic was missing, the Hornfire Dust would be contaminated by the ambient magic.
In the end, each magic feather could be mixed with two kilograms of Hornfire Dust and eighteen kilograms of ritual salt. This yielded a total of twenty kilograms of Phoenix Powder. So, working with five feathers per batch, he obtained a total of one hundred kilograms per process.
The truth is that Altair could push it to a total of twenty-one or twenty-two kilograms per feather, but the excess magic would help him overload the powder with magic and prevent contamination.
"Shit, I'm done," said the boy, stretching. He heard his back crack and sighed with relief.
In the end, he designed two new cauldrons. He made a mechanism to replace the beating of the liquid inside. Now the cauldron rotated on the outside. Inside, small metal paddles helped with the stirring. This helped keep contamination to a minimum. He used glass for the cauldron lid; of course, he had to reinforce it with runes to make it heat-resistant. He didn't want it to expand or shrink at all. With the glass, he could see inside the cauldron without having to open it.
This same lid had an outlet that remained sealed, with a mesh that allowed steam to escape but not magic. Its function was, on the one hand, to release the pressure inside the cauldron, even if the runes made it hyper-resistant, he didn't want to take any chances.
On the other hand, it served to connect a hose and move the liquid from one cauldron to another without opening it and risking the loss of magic and contamination. To do this, it would increase the pressure in the cauldron from which the liquid would come out and reduce it in the other, causing the liquid to move due to the difference in pressure. This way, Altair could control the process without contaminating it. It would also allow other demons to achieve the same thing, as no magic entered or left the cauldrons.
The cauldron had a tube protruding from the top. This tube was used to create a vacuum and extract the steam resulting from the freeze-drying process. To freeze it, he simply threw Glacius on the outside of the cauldron while stopping the rotations. It would work for now.
The duration of the process varied between fourteen and nineteen hours. The maceration took between four and six hours. The reaction to create Hornfire Dust lasts between two and three hours, and the freeze-drying lasts between eight and ten hours.
He has a total of three hundred and sixty kilograms. He has done three processes of one hundred kilograms. And three processes of twenty kilograms.
"That's it. The process should be easier now, just repeat the steps and hope nothing explodes," he said, picking up his W-phone to notify the chat group.
Lavender:
Okay, I'll make a special dinner tonight.
Lavender:
@maidParkinson get your ass over here, now.
"Dinner sounds amazing," Altair said, yawning as he set an alarm to wake him up at the right time.
Altair dreamed of cauldrons and powders.
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Author Note:
Does that make sense? Yes? No?
In summary, he industrialized production.