Page 97 of That Mafioso Magic
“Let’s just get this over with. This room gives me the creeps,” Adrian said.
I smiled because his innocence was kind of cute. There were no lingering spirits in this room, even though I had killed people here. “Not a problem,” I said.
“You will die for this!” the mage raged.
“Why did you want to kill us?” Adrian asked her. “You might as well talk.”
“Never!”
“Oh, you will talk!” Adrian snapped, then opened up the grimoire, flipping through it until he found what he was looking for. He closed his eyes and I knew he was summoning the magical elements as the grimoire instructed. He opened his eyes, focusing them on the mage. “Speaketh truth with thy tongue,” he demanded, and I could feel the magic radiating off him as he directed it at the female.
She screamed as she tried to fight his power, but eventually, she began to talk. “Because we couldn’t let you become too powerful. That book… that book only opened for your clans. Only your magic could command it, could be absorbed by it. No clan should be more powerful than any others! You all have to die and we will not stop until we kill you!” she blurted out.
“Have any vampires or shifters helped you kill our clan over the centuries?” Adrian asked.
She hissed. “As if we’d ever need the help of those filth to take out your clan lines.”
I walked over to the book to see which page that spell was on, because it was nifty. Of course, I didn’t see that spell. The one I saw was how to block a truth spell, which could also come in handy. May want to gather some DNA from everyone who works for me just in case any of them are ever captured by the police or an enemy and pressed for information. One couldn’t ever be too careful on such matters of secrecy regarding my personal and professional business. I walked back over to the table, making sure to get everything ready.
“Why do you fear us gaining more power?” Adrian asked.
“Because it isn’t right. It isn’t fair. We should all be equal. That grimoire should be for us all!”
“Jealousy? That is why you killed everyone in our line? Killed our families?” Adrian snarled.
“Justice,” the mage shot back.
“Justice my ass, bitch,” Adrian growled, then turned his back on her. “Silence thy tongue.” He walked over to me. “It everything ready?” he asked.
I nodded and took the grimoire from him and opened to the page we needed. Together, we read it and I could feel the essence of the spell flowing into me. I was sure when I opened this book to the same page again, another spell would have taken its place. Or maybe it would be the same type of spell, but a stronger level. The book was always changing. I could see why they would be jealous of the magic the grimoire contained. According to them, if they couldn’t have it, then no one could.
We closed the book once we absorbed the spell and went about drawing the sigil we needed to represent their clan using light and dark ash. It wasn’t your typical ash components. The ash itself was used in many spells and was infused with magic. The more knowledge we took in from the book, the easier all of this magic business was becoming. Again, Adrian and I spilt our blood for the spell to give power to the sigil. Only a few drops was all it took to energize the sigil. It glowed bright white on the metal table. I walked over to our mage, opened the cell, and she scurried to the back, terrified of me as she should be. I advanced on her quickly using my supernatural abilities. Taking her by her arms, I dug my nails into her flesh. Her mouth opened to scream, but the spell Adrian still had her under robbed her of her voice.
Once my claws were dripping with her blood, I tossed her against the wall, knocking her dizzy, then stepped out of her cell. I held my claws over the sigil, letting her blood drip into the charged ash. I flicked my fingers and let the last drops splash the sigil, then wiped the rest on my pants. I looked at Adrian and leaned over, kissing him.
“It will be over soon.”
“I know. Let’s finish it.” He reached over, placing the stones on each point of our four-pointed sigil. A ruby, an emerald, an onyx, and a sapphire stone. If I had to pay for those stones, I was sure it would have been in the millions. But killing the owner got me one hell of a discount. I was surprised she even had them in stock.
Once all the stones were in place, I placed my palms over two of them and Adrian placed his palms over the other. We locked eyes and nodded, then began to channel the magic to us the way the grimoire instructed. Once I could feel myself charged with power, we began to recite the spell to bind our will to the magic of their line. The stones glowed in their respective colors until we were done with the incantation. We pulled away and the stones’ colors flowed through the ash, touching each sigil, then it faded once it was done.
“The spell is locked in now,” Adrian said.
I smiled. “I’ll take it from here, baby.” I looked at him. “Just have Nadia let you back into the condo. I’m going to have your biometric info entered into the system today so you can come and go as you please.” I was busying myself setting up the next spell when I noticed that he hadn’t left. I stopped and looked up at him. “You don’t have to stay for this part.”
“I know, but I want to,” he said.
I cocked both eyebrows. “I don’t think…” I started to tell him it wasn’t wise, but Adrian had already seen me kill a man right before him and he was still here. He knew who I was, what I was capable of, and had accepted me. If his decision was to stay, who was I to tell him no? “Are you sure?” I asked instead.
He nodded. “I… I don’t want to, but I feel like I need to.”
He took a few steps back to keep his distance, but stayed in the room.
“All right,” I said, then went back to commencing with my spell. Again, I had to shed blood, which I did into my black chalice. I also needed the blood of the innocent, which was obtained from the magic shop. Another thing that would have cost me a pretty penny that I got for free.
The female in the cage rushed to the bars and tried to rattle them, but they didn’t budge. They’d been built to withstand the power of a shifter. And with her magic being locked, she didn’t have any way to channel it to free herself. She was, for all intents and purposes, just a regular human right then. I was about to drop a doozie of a curse on her and her entire clan and anyone infused with their magic. All of their little spies, like that Olga bitch. They were all going down. The spell called for the heart of a recent dead person and that’s where Olga’s heart came into play. That was the way to link the spell to death.
I put in a few more ingredients; ginger, moon drake, and something called the Tongue of the Devil, which looked to be petals of a very rare flower. They were black with red lines throughout the petal, pretty and sinister at the same time. No doubt poisonous as I couldn’t touch them with my bare hands. I didn’t know if my supernatural status would make me immune or not. I didn’t bother to take any chances. I stirred all of the contents in the chalice together, then poured them over the sigil. It began to release a black smoke. I then poured the contents on the sigil binding her clan and I turned to look at the female in my cell as she collapsed to the ground.
