Idrial took note of Malithar’s thoughts as they became words, a sensible man that spoke fountains of experience under his belt with sinister men running amuck in his lands. Although his experience in the dark arts she wasn’t sure of, but neither was Idrial. It was a touchy subject from where she came from, the book that was concealed n the pocket of her cloak gave her insight. Dark insight that she was not allowed to read but then again Raven wasn’t suppose bind human and shadow together without a a tying Master to control it. Fuck sakes came to mind quite clearly, but her fingers also itched for the bloody book.
“Fuck it,” she whispered as she took the book out in clear sight, she stepped back a little more from the increasing disturbing body. More like the sound it was making, she flipped through the pages looking for anything that might shed a little light on the situation. The book was old it’s pages yellow and some writing no longer readable but it was minimal damage. She felt like she was holding a dangerous object in her hand, she knew how to manipulate shadows but this book was talking about something more than manipulating shadows, it was controlling the dangerous element.
She hadn’t flipped far when she found something that resembled a time line, PRIMA NOX (dot) QUARTR, which she believed was Latin for First night to fourth; a clue in what Raven said, In two weeks he would no longer be human and only the animal would remain. Shadow Demon, the worst species of demons and it literally made her blood boil, she didn’t understand why the Academy kept such dark majickal arts and now she had to deal with it.
As she read the detail’s a smile curled on her lips, it was weak and would need to posses a victim once a night for four nights in order to survive. Additional souls would only feed if anyone or anything living got too close, and Jovan (or who use to be Jovan) be forced to travel as a human in the daylight she took in note. “Interesting” she said in a teasing tone.
Some good news she thought, the only bad news was who would it posses next and where more importantly. In so she picked up a long stick and without warning tapped the hanging man on the head, the eyes opened first in which she saw was pure white in which milliseconds later a blood curdling scream emitted from the mouth and a voice emerged vociferously, “MALITHAR, MALITHAR, MALTHAR, MALITHAR.” Then silence as Idrial delightfully laughed as she seemed un-phased by the event. “We have a jumper such a delight, good news it will be weak for the next four days and in light he will be forced to travel in it’s human form but still able to use majick just weaker though still deadly. Bad news is it will have to posses a victim for the next four nights, in which we will be blind in trying to figure out who is next.” She shook her head in disgust at the last part, what a bloody mess.
She walked over to Malithar standing somewhat adjacent to him asking a direct question, “Was that the voice of your cousin or Jovan himself.” She didn’t mean to bring up the death of his cousin so soon but it had to be asked, it was important whether to determine whether it was manipulating voices. It would be better if it wasn’t which would mean it was weaker but not by much. They would be safe for the night as long they didn’t go past the possessed body. The undead talking through the dead, eerie she thought although she was compelled to tap the thing again, but not now maybe later. She somehow knew they had much to talk about as it would be a long night.