Brightman, Nightknight and Hellbitch all gather up for this one, this is not something one of them would want to handle on their own.
Not for a lack of power or incapability, but for responsibility; none of them would want to be responsible for this on their own.
Hellbitch standing at 1.8m clad in form fitting red hooded magic robe, with her bright purple hair sticking out of the shadows of the hoodie.
She changes her height, face and hair with magic for anonymity. With some small devil imps and eyeballs with bat wings flying around her acting as scouts.
Black armored Nightknight and white armored Brightman stand at her sides, like they are guarding her.
Nightknight opens his mind and senses to his limits, not wanting to make any failures; the asphalt he stands on cracks under the weight of his knowledge that is sealed away.
Hellbitch is shocked by the sudden power up of Nightknight and Brightman is evaluating the weight of Nightknight, coming to the conclusion that he is definitely stronger than before.
Normally there is limits to the knowledge of humans, how many spells a wizard can know and how advanced those spells can be.
This is Nightknight response to that conundrum, to know only a hundred spells that can be mixed and matched to make an infinite amount of interesting mixed spells.
And to seal the knowledge of the rest of the hundreds of thousands of spells, releasing it only when he needs to do what no mortal wizard can ever acheve.
Nightknight chants inaudibly creating a spectrum of sparks and a multi dimensional fog arranging it into a conceptual state and an abstract shape.
Not finished yet he pulls at the fade, the walls and empty space that pushes and pulls all that is; creating a stream of reality’s decay pushed by forces of time and space.
Funneling the fade stream through the abstract shape. The spell blooms like a flower and he shapes the spell, before he channels it through his own body and into his companions.
Hellbitch and Brightman watch in awe until they have this insanely scary force put on their bodies and then panic internally.
Before light exceeding all former limits erupt from Brightman, with thirty six wings of divinity unfold from his back, the world praises the coming of the angel king.
Hellbitch shape twists and gain devil horns, wings, tail and hoofed legs, with brimstone and sulfur like smell, sparks of chaos ignite around in her evil aura.
They look oddly at the slightly darker Nightknight with no obvious improvements, except maybe his armor looks a little darker.
Nightknight reseals his knowledge returning to his normal body weight, and through some strange watery spell he fixes the broken asphalt.
(Nightknight:)”There, now with spell of future attaining this will be much easier, maybe even too easy.”
(Hellbitch:)”What the fuck did you put in me?” Brightman worried because even the magically knowledgeable Hellbitch is confused.
(Nightknight:)”I shifted the timelines a little, attaining future powers temporarily, though this would make our timeline separate from our supposed future.”
Hellbitch looks frightened beyond belief, and Brightman worries for the stability of reality.
(Hellbitch:)”Are you a moron, why would you ever cut off the future?!” And Brightman interjects with his own question.
(Brightman:)”And more importantly, when did you get timeline changing spells?!”
(Hellbitch:)”That is not more important you stupid nerd! This man might have doomed all that have ever existed in this reality!”
(Nighhtknight:)”… it’s fine chill-” (Hellbitch:)”No it is not! We are all gonna die!” Hellbitch panics before her devilish self crouches down and hugs her head.
Brightman realising that Hellbitch is honestly terrified, looks over accusingly at Nightknight for doing something probably horrible, maybe… Brightman still does not understand magic.
(Nightknight:)”Relax, that was just me being vague. The spell might interact with the supposed timelines, though it probably just barely affects time and space.
Pulling at the fade and the fade is said to be the wall and door to the spirit/dream/afterlife realm that all realities interconnect at.”
Nightknight slowly looks at his worried friends, before he gets punched at full force by Hellbitch.
(Hellbitch:)”Tearing the fade is just as bad you moron!” Brightman looks on in silence, not feeling anymore afraid than before; still not understanding magic.
They clean out the laboratory with no problems, almost as if the future attaining spell was way too overkill.
Hellbitch and Nightknight continue to argue about whether or not the history books will still look the same tomorrow, worrying Brightman endlessly.
Putting the superhuman experiment subjects to where ever Nightknight feels they would gain the best future possible.
Some get put into different states across the country, some into special military/police programs and some hideaway from civilization.
(Brightman:)”OK, stop arguing I have a question… Nightknight why did you not change like us through the future power spell?”
(Nightknight:)”Excellent question, I don’t rely on bloodline or talent to grow stronger or atleast not as much as you two. I grow through training and skill, learning new spells.
So I gained knowledge on a couple new spells of mine from the future, you wanna see the fucked up spells of the supposed future me?”
(Hellbitch & Brightman:)”NO!” They reply in unison, they have had enough of his spells for maybe the next couple weeks.