Grim slammed open the doors to his part of the warehouse, the killing floor.
At his entrance, the runes blazed red, and stayed that way. He stormed into the magic room and stared at the glowing green circle in the center of it. He began to shuck off the facsimile of the Hades armor.
“He dares to insult me–” He threw the breastplate and shirt down. “Insult my work–” Unbuckled the belt. “Call me a coward, will you–” Dropped the kilt. “I’ll show you magic–” Undid his gauntlet and tossed that down. “I’ll show you power–” Undid his boots and kicked them off.
Barefoot, shirtless, in only boxers, he approached the circle. He knew he was grinning, so wide that it hurt. Oh, he would let loose on Alphonse von Locke, he would show him what the dark arts could do, he would show him that he, Grimaulkin, could do anything.
He could cast a spell to have Alphonse’s powers blow back on him. It would take more effort, and he’d need Alphonse’s essence, but that could be gotten easily enough…
Or he could make things damn inconvenient for him businesswise, bring up the power and ability of one of his competetors to take him down…
Or he could cause Alphonse constant pain by negating Mirey’s work on him…
Or he bring back his wife.
Oh, wouldn’t that be rich! Bring back Jo’s spirit – or a spirit that looked like her – to haunt his days and nights. Torture him constantly, make her constantly blame him for her death.
This meant he would have to get a spirit to do his bidding. He’d sworn a vow. No binding souls and spirits to do his work. He knew the spells – they were the first spells he had learned, they were engrained in his mind. He heard the first verse in his head, and stopped himself from repeating it.
He knelt in the circle, and when he touched the center, the protective runes immediately kicked in. The circle became a column of white light, locking him inside it. His power was in this place – he’d tapped into the ley line a long time ago. With the addition of the Netherworld power, it was literally bottomless.
I can channel it, direct it, become powerful again…
“Mike?”…
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To be continued via RP.