Extermination 1.1

It had taken him years to get this far.

It was hard work, getting the reagents. All those gold plated bricks to hold the charge, waiting for the weather to appear so he could draw on the energy, bribing the park wardens and paying for the use of the leylines intersections from the resident wizards, even purchasing the knowledge for the ritual itself…..

It had cost lots of money.

He had asked the Council for help. But he'd been refused. 'Too useless' they said. 'Unnecessary' they said. 'Other things more important, they said'. Hah! As if they would know. These bastards had killed over thousands of people per year! They preyed on those in the tropics, those too poor or weak to fight back against it or afford protection. They killed them slowly, as their bodies rotted away from within. Others, they poisoned subtly, but even if they were discovered, there was no cure. No rescue from them. At least, not without magic. He himself remembered those 2 graves. It had been so long ago. And he had heard news on how year after year, more and more died from the same causes.

But no more.

The stars aligned. The power of the ritual had reached its crescendo. In a single rush, the power of the earthquake beneath him, the power stored within the golden bricks surrounding the ritual site, and the intersecting leylines below his feet were transformed into a water element, and then power enough to turn a mountain into nothingness rushed towards the thaumaturgical link at the center of the ritual. The link would enable him to kill all that were bound to it via family ties.

But he had to be careful. If he did not handle the energy coursing through his energy properly, the effects of the spell would spillover into the bodies of innocent people, potentially killing many people around the globe.

With a thundering crash, the energy built up around him was gone. All was still. The mage, meanwhile, had collapsed from the sudden loss of his energy

Hours had passed before he awoke.

With a grin, he stumbled away. The ritual had taken all the power out of him, and it would take him weeks to recover his magical power.

It didn't matter. He had won. He had finally defeated those bastards.

Behind him, the sample of the AIDs virus melted away into sludge.

Next step, Ebola and Malaria

AN: So! A new use of thaumaturgy that I don't think anyone ever did. What do you think of it? More would arrive.

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