She wouldn't stop screaming. The girl was screaming so much and it was hard to bear it. But they endured, dragging her into the hub of the catacombs. They being the high-class witch they'd snagged and dragged down here. They snapped and two balls of dark magic flew from their hand and attached to Bea's wrists. Soon, she was chained to the floor, crying out and weeping as she pleaded for her life.
"Why are you doing this?! WHO ARE YOU?!" she yelled. The figure in the shadows thought he might as well tell her. They stepped out, revealing the face that was going to end her life. She studied it for a while but didn't have any idea who they were. They'd never met. The figure then took out some chalk and started to draw around the trapped girl. A runic summoning circle with lots of elder magic runes and some of demonic nature. They were old...this was a very old and dangerous type of magic.
"Please have mercy! I w-won't tell!" Bea cried out. "Please! I'll do anything!"
Once it was done, they put the chalk away and started to chant. The circle started to glow at first, but then its light glow became black and black smoke started to arise from the painted chalk. The figure put out a hand, their dark skin penetrating the clothes they were as he started to become enveloped in the same dark misty magic. Bea as well was lifted into the air, but only so much as the chains would permit. She was screaming, crying, wailing to be let go.
But her cries were unheeded.
The figure stabbed into Bea's chest with their bare hand and blood started to seep from the deep wound. Slowly, the life-force that was within Bea was being drained, life...energy...and magic. All going into the figure in front of them. The figure then jammed their other arm into Bea's wound and slowly opened. Her heart was beating very quickly as she was trying her best to stay alive. As she cried out, her cries slowly started to become less and less. Gallons of blood dropped into the floor below her and soon, she had been silenced altogether. The figure then took hold of Bea's heart and used another spell of darkness on it. The heart slowly stopped beating and the organ became dark. And it spread as more and more of the body started to get black splotches on it. Her normal skin that wasn't affected by the darkness was deathly pale, her eyes were glazed over. She had become a completely lifeless husk of her former self. The figure landed quietly on the ground as did Bea's body. The figure watched as their skin took shape again and became its normal pinkish color. Now...there was the matter of dealing with what was before them. The figure slowly picked up the body and left, pulling a necklace from their robes and muttering a different spell. The necklace started to glow and both the figure and the body were teleported out. Leaving behind the spent summoning circle and the blood that came from Bea's body. It was done...
Daein
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