And so he had
expelled the necromancer's soul by taking out her heart.
He
had locked her in the realm of mirrors, where no soul ever wandered.
She
had made a pact with the twilight beings and thus had made it
impossible for her essence, her body, to be destroyed.
Even
without her black and barbed soul and heart it remained in the world,
though she could no longer call it hers.
The nails that were driven into it by the twilight beings had been replaced by his own, so it could no longer serve its former master.
Special
care should be taken to keep the body separate from the soul;
although Vox was defeated she might still work her voodoo on some dim
witted individual, persuading them to break her from her prison and
reunite them.
He
would never allow her to reclaim her former might.
No...
That should never happen...
.............
The body
seemed to be sentient.
... He would place the shade of a soul in it.
... He would place the shade of a soul in it.
The
Will-o-the-Wisps would have to keep an eye on her.
It would
be better to put some spells in place and erase any memories of its
former life, for now.
Just until the name Vox no longer instilled any recognition in the world.
Ah yes,
he'd give it an amulet to keep it safe from Vox's
influence.
The heart
would be bound close to the body.
A dragonfly would look after that...
A dragonfly would look after that...
5 comments:
It sounds like Vox's goose is cooked. :(
She might still have a chicken on the side...
lol!
"ding! dong! the witch is dead..." or is she?
Great conclusion to the saga of Vox. Hope to see more of her in the future.
Oh, she'll be back, we haven't fully finished the story yet ;)
Glad to see you're back as well!
Hope you've been doing alright, I've missed your posts :)
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