"well that's no fun." Fiona went to a hotel and put together a little spell. When she was done she went to the police precinct mentioned in the article and left a bouquet of flowers.
As is human nature the flowers were touched by almost all the officers, "who left these?" "who are they for?" "should we throw them out?"
Every person who touched the flowers now had the power to take down Jed- easily. He would be in jail by midnight.
Luckily so would a friend of Marie Laveau's daughter. Marie was there to bail the girl out when she noticed police drag in a man who looked to be half dead.
Since the dark magic caused explicit pain to be transformed into erotic pleasure, he allowed himself to be beaten to near death and dragged of fan in an unconscious state.
she might have left him there; clearly a man too drunk or high to know right from wrong or even what was reality, but she could feel his power. His dark magic emanated with every breath. He was high on pain; the physical agony, turned pleasure, caused him to laugh uncontrollably as he regained consciousness. she bailed him out, (with the help of her own mind control magic) bringing him to her house. then used a spell involving holy water, to heal his face, revealing his raw masculine beauty.
Although his face and body were as beautiful; as a sculpture even more so as he was still high on dark magic; but that would not last.
Marie knew that being away from the dense source of dark magic that he called his house- would quickly result in a "withdrawal" not unlike heroin withdrawal.
She handcuffed him to the bed in her spare bedroom, anticipating that when the horrific pain washed over him he might try to make an escape.
In less then 24 hours he was chocking on blood and vomit with a severe fever and pain shooting through every organ in his body. He didn t even bother to scream or cry out for help. He actually though he was still in the local jail. Marie was not even aware he was awake until she went to check on him.
"look what has become of the most powerful warlock. your mother would be so proud." she stuck a needle into his throat, injecting pure healing magic; just enough so he could stop vomiting up blood.
"If it isn t ...the immortal ...Marie Laveau" he said with a scratchy voice. His throat was dry and breathing was still difficult, but he needed to thank her before his throat felt like closing.
"thank... you.."
"Don't thank me just yet; nothing comes for free." she said as she sat beside him. she held his hand, and recited a spell revealing the extent of his sickness. Even without the dark magic present, the damage was already done; cancer streaked through every bone, with large and small tumors growing through out. his liver and kidneys were failing, causing him to not want to consume food- which in tern caused massive ulcers in his stomach. But only fire could kill a witch; he could conceivably live forever in his current health.
"I saved you because i could feel your aura, but only after researching your name did i realize the treasure I had recovered. Why have you never sought revenge on the witch's school?"
In labored breaths he explained how Fiona had placed a spell that permanently blocks him from ever coming near the school.
"how... did... you...not know... that part ... of the story?" he asked. although he really didn't know how she knew the first part of his story; he was pretty sure google or wikipedia did not come in to play.
"your mother left records; you were a project of her's- to breed the most powerful witch history had ever seen; the child of a supreme witch and a holy man. the only failure was your gender."
"i... have...a ... daughter." he was not sure why he volunteered that information.
Marie asked him a few questions about the age and whereabouts of his daughter. she had a plan. But he had to be ready to die.
She wrote up the Golem spell. But it would require a host. With his permission Marie wrote a letter to his daughter under the guise of a Jed begging to see his only child one last time.
Marie wanted to see if this would work; someone with so much hatred for Fiona, set loose on her like a rabid dog (actually it would look more like the incredible hulk.) In return she would take control of his land (debts and all) when he was gone she could clean it or at least harness the dark magic he left behind.
Marie took him back to his house and gave him some pills; pills thst would induce heart faliure- when the time came.
With all this new information; Grace woke up.
"put it in." Marie handed her a card with one word; revenge. Grace assumed the "process" worked the same as any "normal golem". She touched her father's lips, they opened just enough for her to slip in the card which he appeared to swallow.
He then sat up, like Frankenstein's monster.