"You're Wrong." We both said it at the same time, though I'll admit his tone was a little more forceful than mine (such is the power of being a super murderer well super murdererer I mean I've killed more people than he has but his candle is burning brighter).
"Trezlan this old man confessed!" I'll admit I didn't have a confession from my mousy assistant yet, but I wasn't running around shoving my pistol in peoples face!
"And he had no access to keep defeating my magical stuff like this mousey girl who I have trapped in a blood magic prison." She attempted to move and looked at me with rising hatred. I'll admit I had hoped to be a little bit better with my dramatic movement than just saying it, "Sweety I don't have to tell you this, but don't even think of stepping out of your cage or it'll fry you six ways from sunday."
"I'm the real necromancer." Both the girl and the oldman spoke at the same time (a lot of that going around).
"Awkward." I had to say something to cover up the silence that had fallen over the room.
"Your damned crusades against magic has brought this on your Mordere, the girl will die." The old man's voice was full of venom.
"You killed my entire family Mordere the least I can do is destroy yours!" The mousy girl also spoke with ferocity.
"You sure know how to piss people off Valerind." He responded by shooting the old man through the head, it was an interesting conversation ender. He took aim at the mousy girl but I held up my hand. "You can't shoot her the prison goes both ways."
"Break the spell, this witch deserves her medicine." I'll admit I didn't exactly know if the prison would block the bullet, especially the kind of bullet the Hand of the Fire God fired, but I didn't exactly want that tested with me in the room.
"After she tells me how to undue the spell." I just let it go of course that the little girl was somehow connected to Mordere it was not the most pressing concern at the moment.
"With her dead you can defeat it Trezlan she will not help you."
"I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN HELP YOU!"
"Sweety think of where you are and who I am, dying was your only option at this point, the question is how you die." Blood prisons can get pretty ugly, this one was no different. To highlight my point I brought the size of the prison down some, it burned her flesh and she howled in pain and then cowered. "See you assume that Mordere shooting you is the way you'll go, I've been at this a lot longer than you have, you want to be crushed to death or burned alive? break the spell."
She surprised me by lunging throught the prison; which lead to her being skinned/burned alive. It was horrific and terrifying. Also really frustrating because I wanted her to break the damn spell. Mordere shrugged at me.
"Well now you should be able to break the spell." I was about to comment when I heard clapping behind Mordere.
"Well you would if you could ever defeat me Trezlan." It was Morley, because of course it was Morley, who else could have taught two insane necromancers? Well except for me of course and I have standards. Sort of. You know what read the next entry!
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