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“And this is?”
A box. Well that much was obvious, he could be trusted to decipher that much, and when given the chance I preferred to give his clients the benefit of the doubt. Helped keep my sanity in check.
“It’s what you asked for.”
“In a box.”
“In a box.” I repeated, folding my arms around my chest as he groped at the cardboard, looking with his fingers for the lid. It was a little depressing watching him fumble, I suppose he was still not accustomed to his newfound blindness, so I reached out and took his hands with my own, guiding his fingers into slipping below the stiff lids so he could pry it open, revealing the contents within. But as it was opened and the contents were freed, the man gasped—feeling the surge of energy and warmth wrap around his trembling fingers, tickling every nerve under his skin as it glided up his hands and arms, a broken laugh escaping his widening smile as he dropped the box.
“Amazing! Something so magnificent could be contained in cardboard?!” He asked, gasping as he felt the particles twist and dance over him—as he moved his hands, gliding through the air, the light did its best to follow him, to cling to his skin as he moved… it created sort of afterimage as he waved his arms about, hypnotically… it was always fascinating to see the shapes the light made, how it responded to each individual’s touch and demeanor. It was different every time. It seems this man had a healthy amount of whimsy still in his heart, to give the light such a playful quality.
“Well, not originally. It has to be tamed, first. Processed a little bit, to make it safe.”
“…excuse me?” He stopped waving his hands about, an abrupt frown overpowering his once childlike grin, the light around his arms growing red suddenly. “I specifically requested this raw. It needs to be as pure as possible to be effective.”
“It’s plenty pure, but if this stuff isn’t treated first it’ll burn right through your hands.” I assured him, eyebrow raised as Sever and Eclipse twisted around me—they were sensitive to changes in blood pressure and heart beat, and they only got like this when they sensed violence.
“I don’t think you understand. I need it raw.” He hissed between clenched teeth, his empty sockets twitching, dried blood flaking off his skin yet. “The ritual specifically requires that it be unprocessed. I blinded myself and paid you an exorbitant amount of money to get you to do this, and you give me this unusable trite!?”
With one vengeful swipe of his arms, the light decapitated around him, vanishing into the stagnant underground air surrounding us. My eye twitched irritably; that much raw Soul took a long time to gather up and treat, seeing him just disperse it so casually really pissed me off.
“I got you more than you were asking for.” I replied, trying to keep calm. “And now you’re throwing a tantrum over something you don’t understand? I’m the expert here, if I say it would have worked, it would have worked. But now that you’ve gone and gotten rid of it all, I think I’m done with you.”
“What?!” He howled, fingertips sparking with maleficent energy—funny how fast deals like this can sour, but then there’s no innocent use for raw souls, as far as I knew, so anyone who was willing to pluck out their eyes to summon me must have the worst intentions to take things that far. “This is an outrage! You tricked me, demon, you scammed me! I’ll kill you! You’re a disgrace to your father and mother alike!”
My tails and myself are not of one mind. We are separate entities, with separate wills and separate agendas. But we do tend to agree on a lot of things, and agreeing that this scum deserved to die for insulting our father was one such time. The wizard was preparing some kind of magical attack, but he was interrupted when he felt two giant bony fangs bite into his arms, holding him in place. He screamed in agony as the touch of their boney teeth made his flesh boil and pop, thrashed about like a child throwing a tantrum, but I ignored it—I put my hands upon his chest, just over his heart, and narrowed my eyes cruelly as the tips of my fingers alone were enough to stun him.
“The raw soul is poison.” I whispered, my fingers melting through his flesh, digging into his chest, growing slick with his liquefied meat and sizzling blood. “Let me show you.”
From the pores on my arm, a sickly green light soaked out, gliding over my arm much in the same way his had just moments before. It traveled the length of my arm, pooling into the holes I had made in his chest… and the moment it touched his exposed flesh, it started to blacken and harden, crumbling up as if instantly consumed by fire. His screams were deafening, and the pain was unimaginable, but I would not tolerate any threats onto my person or insults onto my father. My overabundant soul ate through him, bit through his flesh and bone, corrupting it irreversibility as his screams grew weaker and weaker, fading into a slow, lifeless wheeze as the last teaspoons of air floated uselessly out of his lungs.
Eclipse and Sever let go, and my sickly green soul was absorbed back through my skin. It hurt, but still, I smiled over the corpse of the failed sorcerer, and stepped on his body on my way out. I had another appointment today, it seemed.
~*~
I needed raw souls.
According to “Introduction to Magic: A Beginners Guide to the Basics of Witchcraft”, all souls come from the same source, a sort of ‘wellspring’ of raw souls that the divine draw upon when creating life. But there were some creatures who were decidedly less divine who could reach that wellspring, and they oftentimes offered their services as ‘soul divers’ to interested parties. The book strongly warned against such a thing: it was a blasphemy, these creatures were often malicious, and raw souls, unprocessed by the will of Gods, could destroy anything it touches. It’s why raw soul is the single rarest, most valuable ingredient in all of magic.
But I needed raw souls. Mom’s drinking has gotten worse and my older brother still refuses to get a job and support her, but I’m too young to work: but if I could finish this homunculus, it could work for us and things might finally get better. But to finish my homunculus, I needed raw souls, and if I were to get raw souls, I needed someone to get it for me.
But I think I knew a guy.
The ritual was simple enough, if you knew the right people. First, create a summoning chamber, then mark the walls and floor with effigies of your will, thirdly, plunge out your eyes—I never needed my eyes, I was born blind, but I imagine that was a big deterrence for most people— and finally, grind them into a pulp, and with that pulp, write the incantation.
“Last son of Echidna, forgotten child of Typhon;
Embodied corrosion of the heart of all things;
Dip your corrupt fingers into the well once more;
Withdraw the treasure of the gods;
and forever taint the source of all things”
“…you misspelled ‘Withdraw’, but otherwise, not bad penmanship.” I heard a voice in the dark. “So... how much?”
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A box. Well that much was obvious, he could be trusted to decipher that much, and when given the chance I preferred to give his clients the benefit of the doubt. Helped keep my sanity in check.
“It’s what you asked for.”
“In a box.”
“In a box.” I repeated, folding my arms around my chest as he groped at the cardboard, looking with his fingers for the lid. It was a little depressing watching him fumble, I suppose he was still not accustomed to his newfound blindness, so I reached out and took his hands with my own, guiding his fingers into slipping below the stiff lids so he could pry it open, revealing the contents within. But as it was opened and the contents were freed, the man gasped—feeling the surge of energy and warmth wrap around his trembling fingers, tickling every nerve under his skin as it glided up his hands and arms, a broken laugh escaping his widening smile as he dropped the box.
“Amazing! Something so magnificent could be contained in cardboard?!” He asked, gasping as he felt the particles twist and dance over him—as he moved his hands, gliding through the air, the light did its best to follow him, to cling to his skin as he moved… it created sort of afterimage as he waved his arms about, hypnotically… it was always fascinating to see the shapes the light made, how it responded to each individual’s touch and demeanor. It was different every time. It seems this man had a healthy amount of whimsy still in his heart, to give the light such a playful quality.
“Well, not originally. It has to be tamed, first. Processed a little bit, to make it safe.”
“…excuse me?” He stopped waving his hands about, an abrupt frown overpowering his once childlike grin, the light around his arms growing red suddenly. “I specifically requested this raw. It needs to be as pure as possible to be effective.”
“It’s plenty pure, but if this stuff isn’t treated first it’ll burn right through your hands.” I assured him, eyebrow raised as Sever and Eclipse twisted around me—they were sensitive to changes in blood pressure and heart beat, and they only got like this when they sensed violence.
“I don’t think you understand. I need it raw.” He hissed between clenched teeth, his empty sockets twitching, dried blood flaking off his skin yet. “The ritual specifically requires that it be unprocessed. I blinded myself and paid you an exorbitant amount of money to get you to do this, and you give me this unusable trite!?”
With one vengeful swipe of his arms, the light decapitated around him, vanishing into the stagnant underground air surrounding us. My eye twitched irritably; that much raw Soul took a long time to gather up and treat, seeing him just disperse it so casually really pissed me off.
“I got you more than you were asking for.” I replied, trying to keep calm. “And now you’re throwing a tantrum over something you don’t understand? I’m the expert here, if I say it would have worked, it would have worked. But now that you’ve gone and gotten rid of it all, I think I’m done with you.”
“What?!” He howled, fingertips sparking with maleficent energy—funny how fast deals like this can sour, but then there’s no innocent use for raw souls, as far as I knew, so anyone who was willing to pluck out their eyes to summon me must have the worst intentions to take things that far. “This is an outrage! You tricked me, demon, you scammed me! I’ll kill you! You’re a disgrace to your father and mother alike!”
My tails and myself are not of one mind. We are separate entities, with separate wills and separate agendas. But we do tend to agree on a lot of things, and agreeing that this scum deserved to die for insulting our father was one such time. The wizard was preparing some kind of magical attack, but he was interrupted when he felt two giant bony fangs bite into his arms, holding him in place. He screamed in agony as the touch of their boney teeth made his flesh boil and pop, thrashed about like a child throwing a tantrum, but I ignored it—I put my hands upon his chest, just over his heart, and narrowed my eyes cruelly as the tips of my fingers alone were enough to stun him.
“The raw soul is poison.” I whispered, my fingers melting through his flesh, digging into his chest, growing slick with his liquefied meat and sizzling blood. “Let me show you.”
From the pores on my arm, a sickly green light soaked out, gliding over my arm much in the same way his had just moments before. It traveled the length of my arm, pooling into the holes I had made in his chest… and the moment it touched his exposed flesh, it started to blacken and harden, crumbling up as if instantly consumed by fire. His screams were deafening, and the pain was unimaginable, but I would not tolerate any threats onto my person or insults onto my father. My overabundant soul ate through him, bit through his flesh and bone, corrupting it irreversibility as his screams grew weaker and weaker, fading into a slow, lifeless wheeze as the last teaspoons of air floated uselessly out of his lungs.
Eclipse and Sever let go, and my sickly green soul was absorbed back through my skin. It hurt, but still, I smiled over the corpse of the failed sorcerer, and stepped on his body on my way out. I had another appointment today, it seemed.
~*~
I needed raw souls.
According to “Introduction to Magic: A Beginners Guide to the Basics of Witchcraft”, all souls come from the same source, a sort of ‘wellspring’ of raw souls that the divine draw upon when creating life. But there were some creatures who were decidedly less divine who could reach that wellspring, and they oftentimes offered their services as ‘soul divers’ to interested parties. The book strongly warned against such a thing: it was a blasphemy, these creatures were often malicious, and raw souls, unprocessed by the will of Gods, could destroy anything it touches. It’s why raw soul is the single rarest, most valuable ingredient in all of magic.
But I needed raw souls. Mom’s drinking has gotten worse and my older brother still refuses to get a job and support her, but I’m too young to work: but if I could finish this homunculus, it could work for us and things might finally get better. But to finish my homunculus, I needed raw souls, and if I were to get raw souls, I needed someone to get it for me.
But I think I knew a guy.
The ritual was simple enough, if you knew the right people. First, create a summoning chamber, then mark the walls and floor with effigies of your will, thirdly, plunge out your eyes—I never needed my eyes, I was born blind, but I imagine that was a big deterrence for most people— and finally, grind them into a pulp, and with that pulp, write the incantation.
“Last son of Echidna, forgotten child of Typhon;
Embodied corrosion of the heart of all things;
Dip your corrupt fingers into the well once more;
Withdraw the treasure of the gods;
and forever taint the source of all things”
“…you misspelled ‘Withdraw’, but otherwise, not bad penmanship.” I heard a voice in the dark. “So... how much?”
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