Damn the cost, damn the consequences, I WANT HER BACK!

{if Viviane dead = 1}Saying that what I was going to do is wrong, obscene, dangerous, unholy or widely irresponsible would be a blatant understatement, it is all that and worse!

I rarely felt strongly for someone past the obvious physical attraction for any ok looking female, but never had one I cared for care back for me before. I won't let three naked, pointy eared freaks take that from me.

In my visits in the secret archives of the Academy there were Tomes, tomes that even inside a section for forbidden books were locked in metal boxes and wrapped in chains inside of them.

Such a thing is irresistible for someone curious enough to be here in the first place and talented enough to open such locks. The council put to much trust on the implicit power of a Do not enter sign. Security was thorough in quantity but lax in quality, who cares how good the lock is, no one would dare open something we locked right?

It was here that I found it, I couldn't take it but made a copy of some of it's pages. An old Tome bound in human skin, it had no name, just like the one it was dedicated to.

I need the night to fall to begin so I move on on the preparation. The naked elf is now tied spread eagle between four stakes on the small island. The dead body of Viviane, cleaned and clear of the arrows that killed her is laying on the ground so that their head almost touch.

The two other dead elves are standing hoisted on branches in an obscene semblance of life, one a burnt crisp, the other savagely maimed.

I made the girl drink something to keep her **** but still gagged her in case she woke up during the ritual. (the last thing I wished, not even I could be so cruel to want that.)

I watch the sun disappear behind the horizon, just in time for I just finished my work. The three naked bodies are covered in bloody runes each painted with the blood of one of us following an order that I was happy to find no sense in.

The next part would bring no pleasure to me but was necessary. The fight drained me of my power and the easiest way to recover would be through sex. (I even drained part of Gnash's reserves but it wasn't enough.)
Having my ways with an elf maiden might have been an old fantasy of mine, but what just happened, how it would happen and what would follow stole all the enjoyment I could find here.

I have to close my eyes and think of something else to get hard, the sight of the corpse and her killers is some serious mood killer. Once done, I begin to fuck the **** girl. I could have focused on the sensation I experienced but it was cut of all lust or attraction. The near mechanical stimulation was enough for me to shoot my seed into her and as disappointing as this was it is enough to bring back a spark of my power. A spark that I kindle gently, mixing it with the power I recovered from Gnash and whatever I can focus from the forest around me.

No one names Her, she has no temples, no priests, no one prays to Her, she's the last thing everyone ever sees and everyone tries their best to delay that.

I sing now, words that have no sense that I want to know, words that crept up in the back of my mind as I read the runes but that I couldn't transcribe.

"Come here! Come now! I Summon you and I want to bargain!" I shout in the night.

The temperature drops and a shadow appears in front of me. Not just the absence of light but somehow making it disappear. It speaks a deafening silence.

She wants to know why I called upon her.

"Old one, your blood is in me, through the son of your son. Hear my call! Like him I have been spurned of true love. She was taken from me, instants barely after we met. Two bodies, one dead, one alive, two souls, one here, one yours. You will have your due, but I beg you to take this soul instead and to let the other stay for the fleeting moments us mortals can live." I say on one knee, head down in front of Her.

She raises a hand, a ball of light lifts from the head of each girl. The elf is awake, no luck there but nothing I can do now. At least the gage is effective in suppressing her screams of agonizing pain.

Another bang of silence cancel all sound around us, just in time for me to scream too when a tiny ember gets out of my head to meld in Viviane's soul. Her soul comes down in the elf's head switching places with her. As soon as the permutation occurs the elf body loses all color, leaving her white of skin and hair with black eyes, Viviane's former body is rotting and decaying, leaving nothing but crumbly bones and putrefied goo in a matter of seconds.

When the silence ends, so does the pain. The shadow is nowhere to be unseen and I can see the chest of the white body lift as she breathes.

The mark of Malak on my hand now goes nearly to my shoulder and is intertwined of symbols to are thankfully invisible to others in normal circumstances.

I free the body of it's bounds and gag. I just lay there hugging her, waiting for her to awake.

I clean ourselves and dress myself, I have no wish to stay here one second more than necessary.

Gnash helps me to carry her to a place we can camp. {endif}