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That wasn’t how it would go down though, no, they’d want proof. They wouldn’t create a revenant just for me to show them. They weren’t stupid. They’d ask for my family grimoire. They’d know what my last name was. They’d know about two infamous people in my family tree. Those fuckers would seize the grimoire and never give it back to me.
They’d use all the spells my family had spent centuries crafting and take all the credit for developing them rather than admit they came from a Morningstar grimoire.
Fuck them. I used it to clean up uppity witch’s mistakes and made a lot of money for not narcing on them.
Reyson stepped between Ripley and the revenant. He ripped its head clean off and punted it straight into the thing's stomach.
“Stop looking at my witch!” he roared.
The walls of the shipping container shook with the force of his voice. The revenant stumbled backwards and fell on his ass from the force. Revenants werenastydepending on how fresh the corpse was when you made them. They continued to rot, no matter how animated and strong they were. If they weren’t dealt with, just the bones would attack you.
It made a nasty sound, and somejuicesgot out when it hit the floor. It wasn’t done fighting, but it was no longer focused on Ripley, because a fucking god had told it not to. It lumbered towards Ravyn then, who looked exactly like Ripley aside from their makeup and how they wore their hair.
Silvaria had been expecting demons, clearly, but had she spelled this revenant if Ripley found out her secret? It was ignoring all of us except for Ripley, and now Ravyn. That rarely happened with these things, unless they were created with one target in mind. They were mindless and usually killed anything around them.
Killian tried to jump in front of her, and I wasn’t having this. He’d already died once, and he’d just been given his body back. They might not have admitted it yet, but I saw them in the car singing together. They liked the same things. They were either going to be inseparable best friends, or they were going to get married. I got the feeling Ravyn was just like Ripley and wouldn’t want him in the friend zone.
I grabbed Killian and yanked him behind me, then flung my palm out at the revenant.
“Expulus Felietus!”I yelled.
A magical pulse flew from my palm and struck the revenant. Red smoke poured from its severed neck and exited through a vent in the shipping container. I sagged and braced myself against the wall. The magic required for doing this was draining. I usually had just enough left to do the follow-up spell in the grimoire. It was a magical boost that gave me just enough energy to get my ass home to sleep and build my reserves back up.
That’s what I had been doing in that hotel room, when I had that tarot card reading that led me to the Library of the Profane. I’d asked the cards if my career would ever change before I dealt the deck. Yeah, I made good money, but most of the shit people paid me to do for them completely depleted my magic, and the recovery period was always miserable.
It was worth it this time. I wasn’t cleaning up after someone who shouldn’t be dealing with necromancy, I was saving the lives of twogoodwitches who hadn’t done anything wrong except getting roped into this plot. I muttered the incantation to give me a boost.
There had better not be anything else lurking in here, because I was spent. I couldn’t even handle a fistfight at that moment. Ripley flung herself at me and was kissing me like we weren’t in the middle of a shipping container with blood on the walls, a headless corpse on the floor, and two creatures from Hell we still needed to save.
She pulled away and looked me in the eye.
“What the actual fuck did you just do?! They spent an entire semester on revenants at the academy, and we didn’t learn that.”
I was about to pass out, and all I wanted was to snuggle with Ripley in her massive, comfortable bed, but we weren’t done here. Everyone I’d done this spell for in the past had just wired my fee and then wanted me gone as soon as it was done. They didn’t care how I did it, or that it had never been done before, and they really didn’t want to be seen with me once I’d cleaned up their mess.
It was fuckingniceto be appreciated.
“Even dark warlocks can write spells that can be put to good use. You can go evil without going stupid. If one was going to create an army of revenants to try to get out of paying a demon, well, it makes sense to find a simple way to get rid of them.”
“You can barely stand up. I wouldn’t say that was a simple spell. Reyson, can you heal him?”
“His magic is depleted, my witch. Every god is different. We are one of a kind, and we don’t have the same magic. Gabriel is the product of two different gods. He has magic from angels and witches—two creations from different gods. If I tried to give Gabriel magic, it would bemymagic. It would change him, and I couldn’t say how. Given the nature of my gifts, I chose not to do that. I will only do it with your permission, Gabriel.”
I groaned. I wouldn’t function if there were any more surprises here. At the same time, my lineage was alotof shit to deal with. Lucifer had gotten involved with a witchagesago, before he fucked off the entire planet. Hybrids didn’t exist, no matter what people liked to write in some of the fiction books that were out there. Everyone from his line ended up a witch or warlock, even if they carried DNA somewhere to sprout wings.
Even after I’d heard Bram’s story and the truth about Lucifer, I didn’t hate it any less. I was a warlock. I might not have had the life I wanted, but I used and made the best of what I was given. Having Reyson give me magic no one had could make me respected, but it could also make people fear me. Plus, Reyson hadn’t done this before for a reason.
“I just need someone to hold me up and kill it if there are any more surprises in here.”
Ripley and Felix slipped under my arms to help me walk. We were quite a team. Silvaria had obviously gained access to some dangerous shit. Some blood sigils took Bram totally out, and I was weak from that spell.
Hopefully, the revenant was the last of the nasty surprises.
18
Felix
We were in some deep shit, even with a god on our side. Apparently, they didn’t know every little thing like some of the ones that were still around getting worshipped would like you to think. Reyson knew a lot, and he could see possibilities, but not certainties… so he didn’t know everything. I didn’t want one of those miserable cell phones people were so obsessed with in this century, but it would almost be worth it to post some of the shit I’d learned about gods on that Twitter thing Balthazar was obsessed with!
