My emotions towards Kelly were cycling rapidly. I was angry she had just attempted to decapitate me, yet I still felt guilty over causing her beheading - it was my spell that deflected hers, after all. I felt worried and lost over what action to take next.
Kelly seemed serene. At least she couldn’t keep yelling without her head. But it was more than that - she wasn’t flailing her arms or running in panicked circles. She had walked gentle, unbalanced steps into a chest-high wall. After sliding her hands across the top of it, she lifted herself up, flashing her ass and panties at me in the process. Kelly was unaware of it, content to sit, cross her legs, and sway her body.
After I was sure she would stay put, I looked around. I saw her wand on the ground. I picked it up. It was intact and unharmed. There was one thing I could try.
I began a channeling ritual with her wand, one that could reveal the last spell cast by it. I failed at first - I was distracted by the thought of her getting away from me while I was focused on the ritual. But Kelly just sat and wobbled, patting her hands in a light drum solo on the stone.
The second attempt took a minute but worked. I innately knew the spell she used. And I was furious. The spell rewrote the “soul signature” of its target.
It would be one thing if Kelly wanted the spell to vanish or delete my head. You could do that without affecting someone’s soul signature. Their unaltered soul could then allow themselves or someone else to, well…not -reverse- the spell, but target the affected person’s soul signature and restore them to their default nature.
But this vile *bitch* cast a spell to specifically alter the target’s soul signature. There is no way to restore someone after such a spell! Their soul has been altered to think they are complete! And with a modification as severe as rendering their head nonexistent, even the best spellsmiths would likely fail to recreate a head within the soul signature that would look remotely normal, let alone function properly!
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I looked at my hands and realized I was close to snapping Kelly’s wand in half. I forced myself to relax. Then I smiled as I dropped her wand under her feet.
”Meeting alone is a double-edged sword, Kelly.”
The beheaded bitch Kelly swapped which leg was crossed over which.
“No one will know I was here with you. Someone will find you like this, eventually. They’ll do the same ritual with your wand.”
The probably-permanently headless whore absentmindedly fixed her outfit.
”They’ll know you cast the spell that revoked the existence of your head. But they won’t have a way to know the spell was deflected. They’ll assume you did this to yourself.”
Kelly fixed her collar and tie. As an afterthought (if she was even thinking), she reached into the hole of her collar. There was finally some reaction out of her; her slutty chest pressed against her shirt as her breathing intensified and her hands meticulously searched the vacancy that her lost head would never return to.
“Oh, have you finally realized that you were the one to take your poison? Good. PERFECT. You *deserve* to understand what you’ve done. I’ll give you plenty of time to figure it out.”
I turned and walked away from her then and there. Before I turned the corner and left her line of sight, I turned back to see her one last time.
Kelly lifted herself down from the wall and fell to her knees. She was crawling along the concrete with her hands in front of her scouring the ground. She missed her wand and crawled in a half circle back to the wall. Her headless highness used to wall to stand upright, then wobbled aimlessly with her hands ahead of her.
As much as I wish I could have continued watching her self-inflicted torture, I left. I couldn’t risk being seen there, even if I could defend my actions. She deserved every bit of what she had done to herself.
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