The Arcane Guardians Chapter 74: Chapter 68: Soul Eaters (Part Two)

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The eighteen-year-old girl stormed out of the house, ignoring the voice calling out her name from behind. She could not waver— She never did, anyway. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to let some Magi distract her again. “Marcia, stop!” Warlock Alcaeus Vulcan materialised in a circle of fire in front of her, thrusting his hand in front of her. “I cannot let you continue this madness. This spell is forbidden by Necromancers for a reason. You’re breaking all the laws of nature if you cast it!” “Out. Of. My. Way.” Marcia stepped to the side, but Vulcan materialised his staff and pointed it at her. The girl narrowed her eyes in anger. “You don’t want this fight,” she hissed. “One word from me, and the beasts of this forest will be upon you in an instant.” “You’re right; I don’t. But you’re giving me no choice.” Vulcan’s eyes were glistening in the moonlight as he lowered his staff slightly. “I don’t care about the world anymore; I care about you! If this spell goes wrong—” “It won’t. I’ve taken the necessary precautions to get past the warnings.” “Nobody knows that for sure, not even the Grand Necromancers who created the spell themselves! Please, my daughter. Please come to your senses. Just come home to your family…” “You’re not my real father!” Marcia spat. “And I have no family left. They were killed by your kind! I just want them back, and you won’t stop me!” “Am I— Are we not enough?” Vulcan’s voice dropped to a sad whisper. “Is this family not enough for you?” The girl faltered for a moment, but she steeled herself again. No one gets in her way. “No,” she replied coldly. “You’re just a man who raised me. We’re not family.” A wand slipped into her fingers, and she cast a teleportation portal. She stepped in quickly, closing it before her foster father could follow her. The dark, dilapidated house greeted her warmly. Whitacre Street slept snugly outside its dusty windows, soaking in the yellowish-white moonlight serenely. For better or for worse, the government had not bothered to collect her old house, which meant that she had the perfect dark setting to begin her magic ritual. Black particles swirled out from her fingers like tiny galaxies as she began humming the incantation. Dark magic flickered in her eyes and candles materialised around her in a complicated pattern. Marcia smiled. The gateway to Purgatory was now open. A spark of magic burst from her fingers as she snapped them. It settled on the floor and three corpses materialised in its place. Brownish bones were all that were left of them, but it didn’t matter. She pulled out a tome from her coat and tossed it upwards. It froze in position the moment it left her fingers and began gyrating on the spot. Marcia crossed her hands, her fingers interlocking in all sorts of strange positions as her mind flitted into the afterlife. Her eyelids fluttered in concentration, eyes rolled back. So many souls in there… Where are you — There. The girl opened her eyes again, pink and black light still dancing twixt the realm of life and death. She had finally found the souls she needed. Now came the difficult part. Marcia took a breath to steady herself. She had risked life imprisonment stealing this forbidden spellcraft from the depths of the Grand Necromancer Archives. She had desecrated her family’s graves digging up their corpses. And she had already broken several natural laws retrieving her parents’ as well as Felix’s souls from Purgatory. She could not afford a single slip now. Her hands trembled in anticipation as she carefully dragged the three glowing orbs of light into the corpses. The bodies glowed warmly as the souls returned to their respective hosts without further mishap. Marcia held her breath in anticipation, watching the glow engulf the bodies. The light dissipated with a small poof. And then her family were no longer mere cadavers. Marcia choked back a tearful squeal as the corpses— now whole as though they had only died a few minutes ago— began to stir slightly.