Muritage
“You're
playing a dangerous game.” Arielle warned as I surveyed the backyard; studying the remains of a battle that had occurred while I was unconscious. The lawn was covered in ash, along with the charred remains
of various creatures, and a stench of roasted flesh lingered in the air. From what I could identify, the aura had lured
in many dangerous creatures. But blinded by the aura, they had not
been prepared to face an ifrit warrior such as Arielle.
“I know the risks.”
Gesturing at the repulsive massacre, I frowned. “Can't you clean up
after yourself?”
She picked up what appeared
to be the skull of a young manticore. Trailing a finger along the
first row of teeth with a smile, the ifrit shook her head. “Where
is the fun in that? Besides, this will make a lovely gift for the
vartija.” Releasing a soft giggle, she tugged a tooth free and
tossed the skull aside.
With a frown, I conjured a
vacuum jar. Using the magic artifact, I began removing the carnage while Arielle lingered by the tree. After the yard was clean, I turned to her.
“We're not suppose to
conjure things with magical properties.” She said with a tut.
“What will they do, banish
me again?” I asked snidely as the jar and its continents vanished. “I
study the necessary magic, so no construct of mine is unstable.”
Leaning against the fence, I looked at the neighboring houses. “I
assume you raised an illusion of silence?”
“Of course. Otherwise it
wouldn't have been any fun.” Arielle lifted her hand,
flames sprouting from her fingertips. “But enough stalling. What
are you planning?”
“This vartija's ignorance
offers us many possibilities. With a vital portion of her magic
claimed by myself, she offers little threat to our kind at this
moment.” Meeting her cyan eyes, I smirked. “If molded properly,
she could become a powerful tool against the other Higher Races.”
Clapping her hands, Arielle
laughed.
“A pet vartija could be
quite useful! But how will you break her will?”
“Through patience.”
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