NovelFast---- But Lavinia was here and now, she had to save her neck, in this life and this instant. "I'm sorry, Electra, but if you're not with me... you're against me." Lavinia closed her eyes and began to invoke her most destructive spell. A portal that would expel Electra's specter and forcefully give her back control. She would lose her forever, but if she didn't submit, she was useless to her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, her conjuring voice connected with Electra and pulled her out for a second from her loop of agony. The black mist swirled around her body, and the dagger was slowly lowering toward her neck. Lavinia's hand suddenly lifted and grabbed Frederick's wrist, which was shaking uncontrollably. Her face rose, a blend of both of them, filled with fury and rage. "How dare you imitate my mate?!" Electra's distorted voice roared, and her knees shot up off the floor.
---- She yanked Frederick's hand so hard the tearing of bones and - tendons was heard An agonized roar cfrom the mask, and Lavinia's claw-like fingers sank into the witches' eyes. Electra began to pull, both finally in sync. Skin peeled from Frederick's own face as he kept screaming and struggling. But spectral hands subdued him without mercy, invoked by Lavinia. A dark tar began to ooze and bubble over the cursed seams that bound the wills of those poor women.
Lavinia's mouth moved in grim incantations that made this reality shudder. They didn't cfrom her, but from Electra's knowledge, who was a sorceress of the earliest times, ancient and wise. A light began to appear under each seam that cloose, like spiderwebs on a pane of glass that was fracturing. The screams of agony turned into laughter. Mad, manic laughter, but of release. Lights of many colors exploded when the chains freed the condemned souls.
Silhouettes of women who bloomed in the air, crying out to the ---- heavens. Of all ages and shapes. Which one had been the first to be captured, and who created that macabre spell...? They no longer remembered. Only that the ordeal was over. The relic turned to dust in Lavinia's hand, surrounded by black magic. The spirits moved like balls of energy, wrapping Frederick in a whirlwind full of thunderous noise and curses. In the midst of the wolf's roars they flew out through the open doors.
<<Thank you, sister, thank you,» they cried on the breeze, grateful to Lavinia. They crossed the night of this false reality that was crumbling to pieces, like the man who held them captive.
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