Another two? Great
“Aenira, I absolutely refuse to even consider participating in this...
experiment of yours,” Regina huffed, having taken one look at the book she was presented and turning her nose up at it. Azrael, ever present whenever mischief was to be had, was sprawled across the nearby bed while Aenira stood just in front of a book stand. Resting upon the twisted black metal was a massive tome open to what seemed like a random page. Text of an unknown language seemed to drip down the page to form a picture of sorts. The eldest female seemed excited about her find and yet upset at Regina’s refusal to participate, a dangerous duo to one who could control the weather based on emotions alone.
“Please?” Aenira asked, pleading softly with the stubborn ice queen. “Azrael already tried earlier and won’t do it again because he doesn’t need a new shadow,” she continued with a pout. Her words held some truth as Regina cast her eyes to the bed the pumpkin demon currently resided on. A mermaid-shaped shadow, Calypso, seemed to be having enough fun messing around with Azrael’s orange hair while the other, also a girl but more resembling a candy-corn demoness, seemed intent on mimicking his every movement. Occasionally she strayed from whatever she did to scold or converse with Calypso but otherwise remained true to being the boy’s shadow literally.
Then again, having three eyes and legs did make things pretty complicated, but the shadow girl, now dubbed Persephone, did a pretty good job considering. “Caly?” Calypso interjected, also pouting as cutely as possible. Whether it was the shadow’s cute expression, Aenira’s relentless pleading, or the idea of possibly getting a shadow herself that pushed her over the edge, the ice finally caved to the demands of the older girl.
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Fine, I will agree to participate in this spell of yours if it will silence all of you and allow me to go back to my previous duties as Queen,” Regina replied as she rolled her eyes. In truth, she just really hoped the spell would go right so Aenira would stop messing with the book or fail and get a better shadow than Azrael’s two. It may be prideful thinking to consider such things, yes, but it would certainly shut him up for a while. Especially if the shadow decided to be more protective of her and refused to let him close to her like Calypso was.
“Yay! Thank you Regina! Now, I want you repeat after me exactly as I say it,” Aenira instructed with the most excited look on her face as she reread the passage once more. “Venite mihi magicus sanos. Tribuo Aenira vox of carmen in cælo sursum. Ligatis una carmina aliorum aequare. Da canticum aves et vento et terrae. Sino ut ante alios carmen surgere. Da hoc adducet carmina ita et Odium Etiam, amorem belli, tristitia et gaudium. Per liberi of divum ut meus testis, punit eos qui resistunt sic narro haud magis. In cælo sursum, ego precor vos.” By the end of the poetic song-like spell, the room was buzzing violently with magic from the combined force of the two girls’ voices. They almost sounded as one during the chant with each word commanding such power and precision that Azrael had to admit to being impressed.
As the last syllable was spoken and silence filled the room, a hiss came and shattered it. Haunting songs of unknown meanings danced about them, continuing into the dark as the lights flickered off. Screeches from Persephone and Calypso overrode the mesmerizing voices at the sudden blackness of the room, each clinging tightly to their guardian’s face in fear. Immediately, as if the ghostly sounds were upset at being interrupted, the lights flickered back on. There, in the center of the room on top of the book stand stood yet another shadow smiling wickedly at them all.
“Voltaaaaaria~” she sang, followed by a graceful curtsey. Triangle-shaped orange eyes closed briefly as she dipped her head, yet the appearance of a Jack-O-Lantern like face was difficult to not notice. It did make sense that she’d appear as such, being within still a couple weeks of Halloween. Her voice fit the theme, being just as chilling and haunting as the music that was playing before. It was almost exactly the same, now that Regina had a moment to think about it, and she vaguely wondered if it was the little shadow who had been singing previously.
“Well... It worked...” Azrael muttered as he just managed to see Regina’s excited grin. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought it was Christmas for her months earlier than it should have been. Of course, as he spoke it transformed into a scowl that was fired in his direction. Figures Miss Prissy-Pants would take any comment HE said as some sort of comment about her.
“But... It was supposed to be for MY singing!” Aenira whined, stomping her foot for emphasis. “Oh well... Maybe I miss-translated something again...” With a sigh, she moved to go look at the book again and froze.
“Aenira, you sing fine. Regina, give me that book and Azrael, give me the key you filched. I want none of you to practice ANY more magic unless
I’m around to supervise, got it?” In a flash, the room’s occupants looked up with varying expressions ranging from fear to anger to ashamed. The woman that now stood in the doorway glared at each of them more in irritation than anger. Wordlessly the objects were handed over to Ary for fear of being eaten or frozen solid for several hours.
“Now, you are to get into the kitchen and stay there till dinner. Do NOT go downstairs to the basement either. That spell you just did, Aenira, misfired and created your new friend here and released a banshee I had imprisoned on that page and is now tearing through my things in retribution.” She'd definitely have to lock her books up better next time, lest the rest of the year be filled with banishing whatever they happened to accidentally summon. Ary watched the six quickly leave the room and maneuver to the kitchen silently. Ugh, banshees. They were the absolute worse to get rid of without them being pissed off at their captor.
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Singing some ghostly song, Voltaria slowly danced and twirled around the kitchen with her eyes gently closed. Despite her swaying and twirling to the beat, the shadow remained close to Regina’s side and refused to stray too far from it. “So... Voltaria, Persephone, and Calypso. It’s getting pretty full in here with all these new additions,” Aenira randomly commented before giggling at Azrael’s predicament. He still had yet to successfully remove Calypso from his face or, as he had with Persephone, move her to some place other than his head. Of course, to make matters worse for the demon, the two whined constantly no matter what he said or did to try and calm them.
“Oh shut up. This is your fault anyhow.”
“Whatever you say, Azrael. Whatever you say. Come on, let’s order out pizza while we’re waiting.”
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