125 Unleashing the Most Evil (1/2)
”Think up? Well... I'd say spellcraft is the hardest to work on...” Crag held his chin as he thought looking into the air.
”That's only one of things, but it's a good answer. My laptop is only able to complete Holy Light spells, because that's all the books I had, but let's show off one.”
”Huh?” Crag didn't follow.
”Think of something that the Light could do, that you haven't seen a spell for... Make it simple and small though.”
After being suddenly asked, Crag had no idea. He was put on the spot, and his mind couldn't think of anything, with a stretch of silence filling the gap between Jack and Crag.
Jack felt the silence, and broke it again, ”How about this. Tux design a small spell that can make a hologram of an undead the caster is thinking about.”
”Calculating... Done... Spellcraft ready for Creator.” Tux replied almost immediately.
”That was fast. Let me see.” Jack looked over the screen, where Crag could see the words on the screen as well.
Crag's mouth hung open, as he seen Jack stand.
Jack hummed his spellcraft, ”Fixpho.”
In front of Jack, Light burst into radiance, as the sparkles took on the appearance of a seductive figure. While the hologram was a solid gold color, one could tell the fine details of the lady it conjured. She had long hair, that draped like a waterfall around her shoulders, with a beautiful face. She wore a qi pao dress with the angel of death insignia, and stood with a stance of authority, but with a hint of seduction.
”Whoa, Witchy! Isn't that your first Consort?”
”It is exactly my lovely Leslie.” Jack gazed deeply at the figure, his flaming eyes crackled ever so slightly. It wasn't like he didn't just see her half an hour ago, but he still liked to look at her.
”Say, I've never seen your second Consort, I've heard ya have. Can you conjure her up too?” Crag asked.
”Ah... About that.”
”I can't believe that she isn't good looking. Are ya holding out on ya brotha?”
”Alright...” Jack hummed again, and the light conjured a tiny skeletal undead, with a head of spider web hair that reached her waist. She wore a full-length dress, with a spider motif. She had a perfect skull shape, and an attractive jaw line... This was exactly Princess Emily Neith.
”Witchy... This is your second Consort?”
”Uh, yeah... This is Emily.”
”...Say... Did you rob this child from her mother?” Crag lowered his head as he looked at this perfect looking child.
”...Crag... I don't usually threaten... But I will break you, if you make another comment about her.”
”Whoa! It isn't that serious Witchy! I mean, there isn't anything with liking them young. My first wife just had her coming of age ritual, a week before I married her.”
”Crag!”
”...” Crag closed his mouth... He felt slightly wronged. It wasn't his fault this undead liked them so young that he was robing the cradle in the grave.
”Also, for your information Crag, she's eight hundred years old.” Jack turned to walk back to his desk, as the golden hologram blew away like dust behind him.
”Eight hundred??? Is she a soul cripple?” Crag asked.
”Cripple?”
”Ya know! A soul cripple. Someone that's soul can't be moved to a new body.”
”Oh... Not quite. Keep what I am about to tell you to yourself... Breath a word, and you know the kind of business you do, I will do.”
”You got it, witchy. Nothing I say leaves this office, and I'm sure it's the same for you.” Crag pounded his chest with one hand.
”Right.” Jack nodded.
”Neolith has a prophet, and part of the prophecy he spoke of was that Neolith had to marry their princess as a child bride to the God-King, which at this point, We all figure is me. So, she's my second Consort.”
”No kidding, wait... She's a princess of Neolith?”
”Yup.”
”Didn't see that coming.” Crag spoke openly.