alaridtravers:
The jinx that would turn her kneecaps inside out was at the forefront of his mind, and he executed it without warning, and to make it as strong as possible, verbally.
“Five points. Your turn!”
Mulciber didn’t want a turn. Torture at his own hand -- or wand, rather -- made his stomach church uncomfortably. As the girl writhed in pain on the floor, grasping at her knees and whimpering, he stepped forward anyway, rolling up his sleeves. His eyes narrowed in on the young woman’s name tag. Lisa. But that hadn’t been her name when they had known her.
“Five points is generous for such a sleight. Don’t you think, Vicky?” Mulciber smirked, licking his dried lips, as if to incite something that would overthrow the numbness that had convoluted his mind. He was familiar with the imperius curse, so much so that he often felt he was under its effects when he cast it himself. Foggy, despondent, tied to the mind of his victim so deeply, so intensely--- As the young blonde sat up, her expression vacant but for the ghost of her commander in her eyes, Usi felt as though he could have been looking in the mirror. She moved forward through her commands as he often did, with an air of elegance and detachment, of indifference in spite of the gravity of it all.
Her tolerance for difficult commands, however, was not nearly as great.
“Mmph,” Vicky mumbled in frustration as her hands fiddled with dials, only shaking when the bottom of the Anchovy’s large oven began to glow. Mulciber couldn’t see himself in her eyes any longer; there was only terror, pure and free---
CLANG!
Mulciber threw the witch back away from the oven, allowing her to collide with and shatter the shakers on the counter behind her as he turned. Another man stood in the doorway to the back of house, the dishes he had just washed still echoing their clatter against the tile floor. He stared dumbly at the trio with eyes as wide as the saucers at his feet.
“My mistake,” Mulciber apologized to Travers as he summoned the wizard’s wand and tossed it to his comrade. Normally, he wasn’t so sloppy; he would have cased out the restaurant any other night. “Easily fixed,” he said as the young intruder turned and ran back through the door. At Mulciber’s command, Vicky chased after him, and in a matter of moments, was dragging him back into the cafe by the collar as he made a plea for mercy.
It was far too late for that.
Mulciber spun his wand between his fingers again and watched, in a daze, as the sink filled with water. It was only when Vicky dunked her co-worker’s head under the water that he turned away, holding up his hand to shield himself from the water that splashed in their direction. The first few cries of desperation were exciting, but the thrill faded quickly, especially as the fuss beneath the waves settled to nothing. Mulciber sighed. His fun was over with.
“I’ll---clean up.” He swallowed hard as he lifted his curse from Vicky, and grimaced even harder as the corpse she had created slid from her now limp grasp at the edge of the sink onto the ground. “Rack up all the points you want,” Mulciber told Travers, levitating the young man’s body back through the door he had come through in the first place. He followed, bracing himself for the shrill screams he would be hearing in a matter of seconds. “I’ve no use for her.”