Do Me A Wrong

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A second passed and Ichigo's eyes lit with surprise. "There's something there," he muttered softly as she nodded encouragingly. His brow furrowed in concentration. "It's almost like…like a wall?"

"Well done," Grayfia smiled gently. "The necromancer has put up a magical ward to trap any who cross it. In a painful manner too, I'd wager."

"How do we break it," determination setting in his eyes.

She shook her head, "In time, when your feel for the mystic develops further, you'll be able to realize that this barrier includes two other enchantments. One to alert the weaver that the trap has been sprung and the other to alert him if it has undone."

"So no powering through?" He asked sweeping his long bangs.

"I'm afraid a more delicate hand is necessary in this situation," she said as her eyes shone in bemusement.

With the practiced eased brought by centuries, Grayfia sent light tendrils of her demonic power to unravel the wards in reverse order. With a satisfied hum, she resumed forward and silently beckoned Ichigo to follow.

For the next hour or so, the pair navigated through the labyrinth of the dead, attempting to find the mage marked for death by the Underworld government. On and on they went, their only company the constant presence of the numerous corpses. Eventually, they stopped when the scent of rotting flesh and sickeningly sweet decay hit them.

Grayfia had to keep her nose from wrinkling as the perverted and infectious magicks in the air attempted to cling to her potent flesh. With a small curl of her lip, she brought up her dark power and pushed the foul energies away. She turned to make sure that Ichigo did the same however, a movement in the shadows of the room caught her attention.

The figure came forward, wobbling and sifting through the murky water that had gathered at the other end of the area. "That, Ichigo-kun," Grayfia pointed with loathing. "Is the result of the most vulgar of magecraft."

Ichigo's face was contorted in a violent twist of disgust and revulsion. It was easily one of the most unsettling sights Grayfia, herself, had seen.

The necromancer's skin had long rotted away, leaving lumps of blackened and purple flesh that clung loosely to yellowed and cracked bones. Spider like fingers, many broken and jagged, clawed over empty sockets and hollow bare teeth. Its voice came warped and gravelly, no doubt its vocal cords had decayed long ago and only some sinister, twisted magic allowed it to still imitate what crude speech it was capable of. "DevILs…SelFisH…gReedY…DEviLS! GIvE uS…tHE...SEcREt!"

Bile rose within the Silver-Haired Queen as she saw maggots drop from the Undead's slackened jaw. "As you can see," Grayfia noted with pure repugnance layering her voice. "It's become completely insane in its single-minded pursuit of immortality.

Ichigo made a noise in the back of his throat and Grayfia wasn't sure if he was agreeing with her or holding down his lunch.

"ARRRRGGGHHH!" The Necromancer let out a roar as it flung its arms up in the air and a noxious miasma spilled forth from its shambling corpse.

The air twisted with a malignant power, a complete anathema to all life within the bounds of Creation. Grayfia noticed with a macabre professional interest, three dark purple magic circles appeared before it.

Her eyes narrowed. 'It's attempting to summon the Sinners it let loose.'

Three skeletons rose forth, covered in a gleaming silver metal and Grayfia immediately recognized them as alchemical homunculi used as necromantic mediums for souls. The homunculi began to fall into spasms as if they were in pain and began to trash about violently as they fell to the floor.

Violent and corrupt magicks permeated the small chamber, centering on the metal skeletons. Dark power coalesced and began to form clusters of tissue and sinew. The skeletons were being coated in flesh as their bodies being made. Layers upon layers of muscle knotted and twisted. As their throats formed, soul tearing screams ripped forth from their convulsing forms.

Grayfia, having fought in the Devil Civil War, had witnessed unspeakable horrors that could have only been brought about by demons that her kind were. However, even after all those traumatizing and scarring years, this scene still made it difficult for her not to flinch away. And beneath her indifferent exterior and behind her disgust marred eyes, she worried that such an extreme experience would be too much for Ichigo so early on.

The screaming gave way to labored, heavy rasps for air and Grayfia saw how pale skin, pink and raw, had now formed over the homunculi. They were completely hairless, not a follicle on their bodies nor their heads. Two of them were male while the third was female.

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