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+200 CP
500 CP - Rolling…
Witch Sight (Warhammer Fantasy: Kislev) – 200 CP
You have a power that Ice Witches and College Magisters of the Empire alike would do a great deal for. While all wizards can see the winds of magic to some extent your own sight goes beyond that allowing you to see even the slightest trace of magic in objects, people and the very air itself. Moreover you can spot Chaotic taint within the souls of those around you, allowing you to see clearly who has been corrupted by dark powers and to what extent. Such is the great value of the Hags to Kislev as without them surely the country would have been overrun by cultists and other foul creatures long ago.
Accepted.
300 CP Banked.
The Grimoire reaching out and pulling in another boon was enough to bring me back to consciousness and I groaned as I sat up and looked around.
I was in a cell. A dank, dark and dirty dungeon-like cell. 'Still bigger than my cupboard.' What the fuck happened? I patted myself down and found that I didn't seem to be injured and was still clothed. Thank God.
"Fuck!" I cursed as I found my brand new super awesome rings missing.
"Oh, you're awake? That's good I suppose though you might have been happier sleeping." A soft feminine voice startled me and I looked to my left where a figure was sitting in the corner of the cell, their face obscured by shadow.
"Who?" I started to ask but found my vision blurring as a wave of vertigo swept over me.
The world shifted or maybe it was just my perception of the world as the cell didn't get any lighter yet something like glows of light suddenly became visible to me and with that visibility came understanding and knowledge, great and terrible knowledge.
The stone cell positively reeked with the colours of Shyish and Ulgu along with bright corrupted streaks of Aqshy. Death, confusion and lust. Not a good combination. I could feel the Shyish swirling around faint presences that sent chills up my spine and I knew they were the faded echoes of muggle ghosts that had died in pain and afraid. Their presence did not reassure me in the slightest and so I looked away to examine the rest of the cell and the colours present in the stone walls and the iron bars.
The colours of magic weren't nearly as bright at the small amount of the winds that existed in all things but they were more varied in hue and structure. The stones themselves held a trace of Chamon that was present in much larger quantities in the metal bars of the cell yet there was also something else that traced delicate and subtle lines through both the stones and steel and I got a feeling similar but not quite the same as Chamon and a sort of rejection of Shyish that made me think of permanence or maybe strengthening magics. They flared slightly as I used my magic enhaced strength to try and bend the metal and I felt my deductions to be unfortunately correct.
There was also a swirl of magic in the very air of the cell that layered everything; a presence, like dust hanging in the air, a pale mix of Ulgu, Chamon and a sort of inversed Azyr that made my head hurt a little to look at too closely and that I was sure was some sort of ward. Anti-aparation maybe?
I considered attempting to overpower the spells on the metal bars with my Varian Detonation, the aura would protect me from the blast so I could really push it… but not only would it draw everyone in the building to the dungeons, I wasn't alone in the cell and any blast strong enough to overcome the magical protections would reach my cellmate too.
I glanced over at the small figure sitting in the dark corner. Of all the magics in the cell, the girl was the most stunning and the nicest to look at. Still wreathed in shadow she glowed with a passive and pretty moonlight that rippled through her as if her body was a still dark pool under the harvest moon.
I shook my head. The winds and the colours were interesting and might help later but I needed more information now and the best way to do that was to create some light, something easily done by any witch or wizard with a wand yet I only had limited options right now. So, I activated Variant Detonation and covered myself in an aura of green, illuminating the girl with my light.
The girl was about my age, maybe a little younger, she had long blond hair and large grey eyes that shone like teal in the light I was giving off. She was cute in a sort of quirky way wearing a short blue dress with a white pinafore and long yellow and blue stripped socks. She also had a necklace of bottle corks and small red radishes for earrings. If she had shoes they were nowhere to be found. It was a very Alice in Wonderland sort of look.
"Luna Lovegood?" I asked as large grey eyes stared back at me in shock and awe. Who else would be wearing radishes for earrings?
"Are you a Heliopath? Is that why they kidnapped you? Because you escaped from the ministry." She asked.
"Ah, no. No, I'm not a Heliopath, sorry. I'm not sure who stunned me or where I am and I've never been to the ministry; only really found out about magic sometime last night." I answered the girl.
"Oh. My mistake then. And I'm sorry, yes, my name is Luna Lovegood but I'm considering changing it to something else as it does seem a bit on the nose as a name for a sex slave." The girl said with nary any inflection and it was only the slight tremble to her hands that belied any nervousness she might be feeling. "Lu-Na Love-Good." She stretched out the pronunciation of her name with a small shake of her head.
"Sex slave?" I asked, really not sure I wanted to know.
"Hmm? Oh, the men who kidnapped us were quite vocal about their desires once they had port-keyed out of the Alley." Luna replied then followed with a question. "What do you think about Fionna?"
I frowned, first concerned about the information on our current situation and then confused by her question. "Fionna?"
"Fionna Lovegood. Rolls off the tongue better for a Sex Slave and doesn't sound so contrite." Luna replied.
I shook my head and had to supress a chuckle at her changing the wrong part of her name. "I think Luna suits you better and with some luck neither of us will be becoming sex slaves."
Luna perked up a bit at that. "That would be much better as Daddy said I'm not supposed to have sex until I'm older unless I really, really want to."
And now I was concerned about her homelife. "Right… Well, do you know who kidnapped us? I was stunned from behind when I portalled to the Alley and didn't see anyone."
"Oh yes. A group of masked and hooded men were searching the Alley for someone when they spotted you appear out of that fascinating runic circle and stunned you. The action caused a bit of a stir and in all the confusion one of them simply grabbed me before they port-keyed out. The other's seemed a bit annoyed that I had been taken until he convinced them that I was, and I quote, 'one to share and one to sell,' then they scanned us for magic items and put us down here after taking my bracelet and your rings."
I shivered at the description of what had happened and the idea of what may happen and tried to focus on what I could actually do to get out of this mess. I ran through the list of abilities I had at my disposal and was annoyed at how much flexibility I lacked.
"If you are not a Heliopath, do you mind telling my why you are glowing so prettily?" Luna interrupted my thoughts by crawling closer.
"Oh… ah… it's a special talent. It lets me… blow stuff up." I grimaced at the butchered explanation.
"Oh fascinating. Oh!" Luna exclaimed as she poked at the aura and the emerald flame-like glow wrapped around her fingers. "That feels delightfully odd. Like a tingling, naughty feeling on my skin."
It… what? I blinked at her because that's not what the aura should feel like, right? I focused on the powers inside me and a quick look showed that my Veela heritage was entwining with my Sacred Gear and I had the sudden understanding that the aura of my Variant Detonation was mixing with the allure that I was trying to hold close to my skin… that could be useful or incredibly stupid.
I decided to ignore it for now. As long as the allure wasn't trying to reach out then it didn't matter if it made my Sacred Gear feel nice. Still, I pulled inwards as I let go of Variant Detonation and the green glow faded away with a small whine of disappointment from the young blond.
Just in time too as just as the glow had faded, we both flinched at the sudden sound of a door being slammed open and a rather fat, older man walking into sight.
The man was stereotypically ugly. Thinning hair, large nose, yellowed teeth and a gut that the lose baggy robes he wore couldn't hide. He was also vaguely familiar and I'm certain he was one of the men sitting at the table of (Ex)Death Eaters in the Leaky Cauldron. Now though, I could see more than before and the black foulness of imitation Dhar clung like greasy smog around his hands and mouth.
"Who are you and why have you kidnapped me?" I pulled on the storm within to push some bravado into my voice. I was… not confident yet not not unconfident about our chances of getting out unscathed. My actions at the bank had given me some measure of my abilities but then again, the goblins were attacking with blades and not with magic.
"Shut yer mouth girlie!" The man barked and pulled a wand from the sleeve of his robe. "Yer not to be askin' questions but to be answer'n them instead."
I glared at him. Not complying because I was intimidated but because I was in a cage and he was armed.
"Tha's right. Now, who are yer?"
I saw no reason to lie, it wasn't like he would believe me anyway. "Harry Potter."
The man sighed and pointed his wand at me. "Crucio!"
Pain. Agonising, incredible pain. It was as if I was burning from the inside and it lasted for an age until it suddenly stopped.
I found myself on my knees, panting deeply and shaking slightly and yet… I'd felt worse. The nights of my birthday that the annual pain that accompanied, whatever that was had hurt on a deeper and more intense level.
"Huh, Tough one, yer are. Barely a peep." The man commented and I glared up at him from the stone floor, my eyes emerald embers behind my bangs. Yet he simply sniggered at my anger.
"They often start tough, yer know. Makes it more fun to break them." He said with a certainty that sent shivers up my spine. "Now, Le's try that again. Who are you?"
"Harry Potter."
"Crucio!"
Again, the pain came and I refused to scream. The storm in my breast would not allow my head to be bowed so.
"H-Harry Potter."
"Crucio!"
"H-Harry Fuck-you Potter"
"Crucio!"
They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. By that definition I was certifiable. But being 'of not sound mind' didn't stop the curse from hurting.
"Had enough, eh?" He drawled yet he did sound a little out of breath. "Can't push too far, ain't allowed to damage the wares an all."
I found myself sprawled on the cold stone with Luna trying to help me up. I hadn't screamed but I had blacked out on the last curse and I was lucky that I hadn't bitten my tongue off.
"Not allowed to fuck yeh, Veela-bitch. You're too valuable." He said as Luna crawled towards where I was laying and tried to help me up.
"Oh-ohoh." The fucking bastard chuckled as he watched Luna help me to my feet and something dark entered his gaze that wasn't the clinging black magic. "Made friends down 'ere have yer? Don't worry, lass, you'll both get real friendly like."
I felt Luna tremble against me.
"How 'bout you, lass? Mind giving me yer name?" He addressed Luna.
I stepped Infront of the younger girl and was surprised at the literal growl that was tickling up my throat. "Leave her alone."
He just scoffed at my sense of bravado and with a wave of his wand I was thrown against the side of the cell, leaving Luna alone.
"L-Luna Lovegood." She stammered.
"Oh, you're Pandora's an' that crack Xenophilus' runt, ain't cha? I can see her in yer, now." He smiled like an oil slick on the road. "Shame abou' yer ma. Fine woman that. 'Course she turned me down when we was at Hogwarts but I guess I'll have the last laugh eh?" His eyes trailed lecherously down her immature body.
Luna shivered under his gaze flinching as he talked about her mother.
I growled and tried to push myself away from the stone but much like one of those carnival rides I was pushed against the wall by an unseen force, though this time I wasn't having any fun.
"Don' worry, girlie. Yer a pureblood. Ain't going to crucio a sweet lil' girl like you." He smiled yet it didn't reach his eyes. "We'll make sure you feel real good, right."
Luna frowned as she parsed his words but he had already cast before she understood.
"Imperio!"
The spark of moonlight in Luna's eyes dimmed and she slouched slightly were she stood and I, in response tried to push myself harder against the spell that held me and felt the storm surge and could actually see where its silvery winds started eating away at the magic holding me down.
The Grimoire chose that moment to reach out for me and I allowed it through in the hopes of getting something that would help… I was disappointed.
+200 CP
500 CP - Rolling…
Insufficient CP.
Rejected.
500 CP Banked.
"Take off your clothes." The man commanded Luna and I growled in frustration at myself, at the grimoire for denying me a gift and at the slow pace that my magic was eating away at the spell holding me against the wall.
Luna complied to her orders with stiff compliancy. Pulling her dress and pinafore over her head and letting it fall to the floor.
I gulped. I was a teenager and Luna only a year younger than I… and she was hot. I didn't have much experience with women… or at least I didn't in this life. Personal details like that were vague and blurry in my other life memories. Luna was coltish rather than slender as she still had that awkwardness of youth in how she stood. She wore bright blue boyshorts style underwear with a matching training bra that contrasted vividly against her pale skin.
Still without showing any emotion, Luna devested herself of her bra and underwear and was about to remove her knee-high blue and yellow socks when our captor stopped her.
"Leave the socks." He commanded. Proving that even evil scum had taste.
I looked at him again and really wished I didn't. At some point during Luna's disrobing, he had opened his own robe and was now playing with his erect member and I had a moment of pure horror as the idea of being on the other side of such an assault truly became a possibility in my own mind. It was something I really hadn't had to think about in either this or my previous life and the sudden reality of our situation had bile inching up my throat.
The man waved his wand and Luna's fallen clothing vanished without a trace and then he turned his wand on me and another wave of his wand suddenly left me completely bare.
"Huh… muggle clothes?" He asked, more to himself than to either of us as I was trying to kill him with my eyes. My face hot and red the embarrassment and horror of being stripped so simply.
"Girl, kiss your friend." He commanded his puppet and Luna moved to obey.
"Luna!" I hissed. "You can fight it! Fight it, Lu-unff" My words were cut off as Luna's lips met mine and surprisingly her tongue slipped into my mouth to curl against my own.
My body, traitorously, clenched as a heat that I had never experienced before seemed to pull at my sex. I flushed anew as Luna kissed me as I realised that I was getting turned on by Luna's actions even as I was violently opposed to them… at least in present company and under such conditions.
So distracted by the kiss I didn't even hear as the cell was unlocked and that the man had entered the cell until he spoke in a rough husky voice. "Yeah, fuck tha's hot. Squeeze her tits too."
Luna followed her commands and I had to force down a squeak of pleasure at her rough handling of my new chest. 'How the fuck do girls cope with this?' I found myself thinking while at the same time the storm within me was surging to even greater heights and I could see with my new magic sight that the spell holding me against the wall was wearing thin.
"Yea' tha's right. I think yeh need to join in too, girlie." He smirked all the while rubbing his erect member and watching us. He waved his wand at me again and muttered a sharp "Imperio" while releasing the spell holding me pressed against the wall.
Two things happened at once: I regained my freedom of movement and the tattoo on my brow glowed with silver light as the unforgivable curse was rendered null and void.
The man startled at the complete no-sell of the curse. He had been prepared for me to fight back but not for the curse to do absolutely nothing. In that moment of surprise, I moved.
I spun Luna behind me and leapt at the man as the emerald flames of my Variant Detonation burst from my skin. One hand grasped down on his forearm with storm enhanced strength and violently jerked the arm pointing the wand at us away with a loud snap of splintered bone. Before he even had a chance to scream, my other hand was impacting his face with a palm strike, the heel of my hand crushing into his nose with a satisfying crunch… not that anyone heard that crunch though, as my aura flared at the same time and with a terrible 'boom!' his head evaporated into a chunky salsa that splattered against the back wall of the cell.
I let his corpse fall to the ground suddenly finding my heart thumping loudly in my ears as my actions caught up with me. I… felt like I should be feeling something like shock or panic or regret at having taken a life, instead I only felt excitement and satisfaction. 'The lowly beast had thought to defile me? It suffered a fitting fate.' I shook those thoughts from my head and only now realising that the storm of magic was affecting me even if I could agree with the sentiment.
"Wow… are you sure you're not a Heliopath? Because you're really pulling off the avenging goddess of fire look. It's truly very attractive." Luna's voice from behind me brought me back to the moment and I turned to look at her.
She was on her knees, apparently having fallen from either my handling of her or the sudden death of the one maintaining the Imperius on her. She stared up at me within something like awe and… attraction in her eyes and I had to look down at myself to understand what she was seeing.
I stood, nude, wreathed in emerald flames that were slowly burning away the blood splatter on my pale flesh. My body was sinful to say the least. Young but with curves that defied my age in a way only Veela or half-Veela could have. I really did look like something that had stepped out of a deranged teenage nerd's wet-dream… And with that thought I shivered in disgust and let the glow retreat with the storm back into my skin.
The Grimoire reached out in that moment and I let the connection flow.
+100 CP
600 CP - Rolling…
Knock (Cultist Simulator) – 300 CP
Your affinity to Knock can now be used to temporarily create a magical tunnel that can bypass any lock, door, or barrier. This tunnel operates like an open window through which you can peek into the other side.
Accepted.
300 CP Banked.
Are you fucking kidding me?!