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Ropes that had been sufficient to hold his captive for hours now snapped like thread. An eerie stillness descended over the dusty room, and he held his breath, eyes riveted to the prone figure on the floor. The screams abruptly ceased, and the thrashing slowed to a stop. The last of the fire crawled under the burlap bag. His best guess would be that they were forcing their way down his victim’s throat. Under the hood those cables of fire crawled, to where, the magic user wasn’t sure. They slithered across the floor like living things, great ropes of amber flame scuttling towards the doomed man in the center. And he waited.įlames erupted from the earth inside the design he had painted, but they didn’t consume or scorch. The powder inside flared high, then died back down just as quickly. He hissed the final word and dropped a lit match into a bowl sitting on a design at his feet. He redoubled his efforts, baring his teeth at the strange words as he rattled them off. His victim sobbed and begged harder, able to feel the difference as surely as his captor could.
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The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and his skin had started to crawl as a foreign energy slithered over his body. Unfamiliar words in a foreign language limped from his tongue as he chanted from the ancient book. From a corner he dragged a small man, bound hand and foot with a bag over his head, and shoved his sobbing captive into the center of his design. He fought impatience, pacing while he waited for the paint to dry enough for his purposes. The stranger finished and set the can aside. At least that way this wouldn't be a total loss. After which he would dispose of her corpse by selling it to the black market for the organs, and sell the magic tome to some gullible schmuck. If he didn’t start getting results soon, he was going to pay a visit to the seller that she surely wouldn’t like. But so far every spell he’d tried had ended in failure. His blood was boiling in his veins, he’d been assured that the decrepit old book of magic was the real deal. He sneezed, the air thick with the scent of smoke and various herbs, irritating his senses. More decorated the walls, the matt black paints dripping down the brick.
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Arcane symbols had been scattered haphazardly across the floor, some painted right over the tops of the others. Old yellowing lights flickered overhead, their dim bulbs doing little to illuminate the room. The soft hiss of the spray can echoed in the dusty space. Glancing at the moldering old tome propped on a stool, he applied the last few lines and symbols on the bare cement floor. He huffed and shook the can of black spray paint. Such a little thing, but over the course of the past several hours it had grown to be a major irritation. I read it once and I’ll read it again, Supernatural Stories, Works with Thoughts, riley's marvel favorites, International Fanworks Day 2022 - Classic Fic Recs, MomosTBR Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 186480 Chapters: 16/16 Comments: 384 Kudos: 1606 Bookmarks: 387 Hits: 37155
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