"Oh, beware of jealousy, my lord. It is a green-eyed monster that mockery of the food he eats. "W. Shakespeare, Othello, Act III, Scene III.
looked at the ringed hand, more and more worried.
months were now taking him and he realized with growing anxiety of the power of the demon trapped in it. He ate his emotions, were the strongest and most felt the heat. Preferred negative emotions, anger, grief, sadness, anxiety, but also feed on the positive, and every time you rejoiced in the ring felt something warm and a strange sensation, as if something was moving inside the jewel. For weeks he had started to do meditation, to find as much as possible and keep control of his nerves and not give in any way the emotion, but just had to find a way to get rid of this demon before it is charged with power and overwhelm .
She had spent endless nights with Richard Murray who had to study the tomes in the library and had often traveled to Washington, the Library of Congress magic of the Wizards, the U.S. equivalent of the British Ministry of Magic, he was seeking as much information as possible on 'ring, it contains the daemon and especially on how to get rid.
They found a couple of texts that speak of Agrippa and the long battle he sustained against the demon, whose name was not mentioned, explaining that it represented a real danger only for mages, because of their power. This was the bond between the ring, the demon within it and the magician, and if a door had been a Muggle ring had no influence on the carrier. In a text of the seventeenth century It is said that a Executioner of the Inquisition had stolen the ring on the corpse of an alchemist, taking it without problems, while the alchemist was captured as he was turning into the demon, because of an emotion dazzling to the point of putting it into the clutches of the demon, became uncontrollable. The Executioner was remove and replace the ring like any jewel, while the magicians, as Tom himself had noted, no longer able to remove it, once inserted finger.
For weeks the two magicians have sought ways to remove it, Tom had even arrived to assess the possibility of getting cut his finger and then sew it by mid-magicians in Boston, but the prospect frightened him enough to glow ring .
The other possibility, however unpalatable, was simpler. The basic idea was, if Tom had not been a magician, he could remove the ring without any problems. The question was whether there was a way to lock or temporarily remove his powers in order to remove the ring and then destroy it in some way.
long research brought the two magicians around the world through the magic of the world's most renowned libraries, even came to Hogwarts contact, looking for a suitable incantation. They found one, used in medieval times as a punishment against the wizards who voluntarily exposed to the magical world muggles. Times were more severe and cruel now ... and betrayal could lead to death. As the ancient magicians did not fear the fire, it was impossible to avoid torture, and many, despite what was told to kids in schools, were actually killed during the preliminary stages of the processes of the Inquisition, under the hands of Executioner. To avoid this, to punish the traitors of the magic world, had devised a spell that permanently blocked the powers of the magicians. Made them like the Muggles, indeed, even less. Even the most Muggle Muggle embryo possessed sufficient sensitivity to feel the magic, that of the Dementors, for example, but a magician who had been removed the powers would be forever blind to any form of magic, even the most powerful, as that of beauty or love. It was a state of blindness in power so devastating as to be feared among the magicians, and many of those who had been punished so they ended up committing suicide later. It was a mutilation so powerful, so cruel that was soon abandoned in favor of less inhumane methods such as exile, memory clear, imprisonment. Far from wanting to permanently remove his powers, Tom pondered rather to find ways to alter the spell to make it temporary, just to be able to remove the ring, but it was so complex as to defy even his vast magical powers. He wrote endless variations, wondering if they were good ... and for the first time he regretted the timing of the Death Eaters. At one time could have simply experiment with these variations on the wizards who caught up to find one, but now could not afford experimenting, and did not know which of those versions could be working. He held for a long time in the drawer of his desk, write and rewrite, until you reach four versions, which seemed more appropriate than others, and not touched, reserving the right to seek a way as harmless as possible to try them sooner or later .
until it was too late.
It was morning. Had recently returned from a trip to Istanbul, some information on the ring to try again, partly to visit Reyes Bloodsworth, also traveling on their own, with whom he had spent a wonderful evening. Had told her of his latest romantic failure with Serephina Wynne, the housekeeper of Castle Dracula, with which had begun a relationship, but he had to break off, unable to love her. He had sought solace in their friendship, and had spent the evening together, following a blood hunt. They had fun, it was almost ended up in bed, and in the heart of the magician, in spite of its rationality, it was almost rekindled the hope that among them there could be something more, then saw that Fenrir Greyback between Reyes and things went wrong, the werewolf was far from infinite time, and the magician dared to hope that the woman had almost forgotten after their endless haggling. He walked to the lighthouse, preparing breakfast and chatting with Cletus the latest news on the island, so to feel peaceful and happy even the warm up ring, greedy of his good humor. He shrugged inwardly, thinking that in any case, his good mood was a sufficient shield against the power of the demon, and then they would be given the usual half hour of meditation, to balance their emotions, before going to the store.
was the moment that Reyes chose to visit him and bring him a cake ... when they embraced to say goodbye, involuntarily Tom felt his memories. His legilimanzia had now expanded to the point of the simple pursuit of physical contact, and that morning had not yet raised its usual inner defenses, for which he considered unnecessary in the company of another woman, and that was how the saw. Fenrir Greyback, who returned in the life of a vampire, even the day after the return of the vampire from Istanbul, a few days before. They had ended up in bed, of course.
A flash of jealousy, disappointment, grief. Blinding. Abrupt, immediate, like a flash. The ring from her finger, soon became red hot. The magician let go of the vampire, who looked puzzled. He put his hands to his chest, clutching his left burning like fire. The face distorted by pain, shortness of breath, went to the kitchen, the anger that made its way into his chest, devouring. Features starting with the painful flare-ups going up my arm, spreading throughout the body. He walked with difficulty, without regardless of whether the woman followed him. He tried to shake, now leaned on the kitchen table, gasping for breath. The images of the passion between the vampire and werewolf's invaded my mind, but could not find the calm and concentration to drive them away. The woman he loved in the arms of the kind of individual who had always despised, a hybrid semiumano, a werewolf, what is more one of his mercenaries. A few days after his departure from Istanbul for more. A groan of pain, physical and emotional, the escaped his lips. Warned her past behind her, a hand stretched out to touch him, and turned to look at, full of hatred. Without knowing that his eyes were not blue but blacks, the skin became grayish, was moving as if something was trying to get out from under, in a voice hoarse and guttural did not recognize that he was told the woman he loved, "You were not too drunk to have sex with him, eh ? As long as he snaps his fingers, legs apart for you to find ... the queen of the vampires is the last of the Lycan bitch! "
The light in the room seemed for a while sucked from the ring, his back bent as if under an intolerable burden. The magician's body seemed to swell before the woman, dismayed and hurt, the magician's hands are deformed and stretched up to turn into claws, the face is altered to look like that of old Voldemort, blue, with no nose, with red eyes. With a gesture the vampire slammed against the wall, where she was injured against a shelf, leaving a long trail of blood on the wall, falling to the ground. Cletus, intent on making breakfast had turned and now staring at him scared to death. Squeak of terror and when the magician looked back at him his eyes are lightened for a moment. He was panting, he put his hand to his chest and went to turn to Reyes.
"Go away! Run away! "
The demon of the ring now he was taking possession of his body, using the anger and the fear of change. A powerful and tortured scream came out of his throat, while continuing to transform. Cletus reached the woman aggrappandovisi, while she shook her head and cried.
"No! I do not go! This is not you! Rebelled against the demon that possesses you! Fight him! "
The magician was changing again, something even more terrifying. Seemed to grow as tall as the room, ripping the shirt he wore, his arms and shoulders, black and muscular, they showed a black leather and covered with scales, horny growths arose from the epidermis, scales on his chest, her eyes now completely blacks and deformed mouth in a scream, the voice alien, mysterious, husky. He looked fierce woman and the little elf, his face distorted, stretched, gaping mouth full of fangs and sneering.
"Tom is dead, woman," spoke the voice of the demon unnatural. But to say it ended when he began to tremble, to shake, your body is still deformed. Terrible screams echoed in the kitchen, while the chest of the demon seemed to emerge a second anthropomorphic figure, similar to Tom. The two figures fought, shaking, four hands are claws on one breast, two heads with two different voices shouted, then the body came to be one, for a moment the clear eyes of the magician stopped on the terrified couple in front of him .
"Flee! Now, "he shouted, before a burst of energy in the body's riesplodesse, and the demon took back control of its be. The creature was writhing in the throes of a fiery pain, and a burst of energy exploded throwing open the roof of the kitchen, above them.
The little elf was crying bitterly, unable to react, and it was the vampire to shake him, screaming.
"Let's go! Cletus! You have to carry us away from here! "
Then the little creature stirred enough to dematerialize both far away, in the home of the vampire.
He who was once a magician and a lighthouse keeper was left alone in the kitchen semi devastated and grinned madly, spreading his arms. He let out a powerful scream, deafening, and extended its power around himself, destroying part of the house next door to the lighthouse then spread his wide black membranous wings that had sprouted on the back and took off, silencing the screams of the magician who still struggled in his chest, desperate and terrified. Just remember one thing the presence of the magician in him, the ring of onyx on her finger daemon.
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