Oooh, I do like this. And this is Opal, she would so go to this little tea party, thinking she'd finally driven him to insanity with her devilish schemes. And Artemis does indeed act like he's in the throws of a nervous breakdown (very Alice in Wonderland "Mad Hatter") when she comes in. Eventually, Opal swigs her tea, leaving Artemis in his maddened state, for the last few minuets of his pathetic human life before she opens the gate. Then bam. Her insides are burning, her magic is being drained, and she's finding it hard to breath. Artemis gets up from his seat, suddenly calm, unnaturally so.
Artemis: I will admit, Opal, I am somewhat of a disciple of the elaborate plans, not to the degree of a zealot. But, I do find a strange sort of... beauty , in unearthing seemingly ridiculous answers to scenarios others have deemed impossible. However, on rare occasions, it is nice to return to old classics. Nostalgia, some might call it. Though, by all rights, I should be too young for thoughts such as that.
Opal: (croaking, on the floor) W-what did you-
Artemis: (takes a bottle out of the whisky cabinet) Holy Water, my dear Opal. I used it many years ago, on another fairy. A sprite in Ho Chi Minh City. That was how I gained access to the book. Of course, I have changed a lot in that time. Holly didn't give me much of a choice in that regard. But I never forgot what I learned that day. I've actually studied Holy Water to some extent. Did you know, that the water itself is not what does damage to the fairy system, but trace elements of magic? My theory is that, those who have the ability to create actual Holy Water are humans with some degree of magical ability. Perhaps in a another life, one in which humans and fairies could share this world, they would have been warlocks? But, I am getting ahead of myself.
Opal: (meanwhile, crawling across the floor to a dropped communicator)
Artemis: (walks over, and smashes the communicator with his heel) Come now Opal, you're a scientist, though I use the term loosely, I thought you would be fascinated by my discoveries. Now, where was I? Ah yes, Holy Water. The water itself is simply a stabiliser, like flour in the combination of oil and water. The rites and rituals associated with its creation are simply a means of focusing that magic, like thinking the command to "heal". Giving the magic form and direction. In this case, the form and direction to do harm to being that are not human. Granted, this is meant mostly for beings of a more "spiritual" plane, but the outcome is the same. A targeted killer, using magic to end a specific species time on this earth. Does that not sound familiar, Opal?
Opal: (spits at him) So now what? Tie me up, give me a shot of magic, and wait for the LEP to arrive?
Artemis: No, Opal. Not this time. I've come to the realisation that you will never stop your pursuit of world domination, whatever form you believe that will take. And though I find it mildly entertaining to deal with your antics, and send you back to prison time and time again, I will not live forever. At the very least, I will not live as long as you. And then who does the responsibility fall to? My brothers? My descendants? Forever bound to you, and your pathetic whims? No. I would never do that to them. So, I am simply going to leave you. I will leave you here, while the Holy Water does its work, and come back when you are gone.
Opal: (while Artemis is walking from the room, slowly becoming more and more frantic) No. No, you wouldn't do that. You're good now, you said it yourself. Hell, you couldn't even kill that sprite! I'll go quietly, then. I'll serve my time, I'll be a good little citizen but... No, come back. I... Oh, going to make me beg? And you call me pathetic. Honestly, when I am queen, I will make you suffer a thousand times over for what you've done. You're lucky to breath the same air as me, and soon you wont-
Artemis: (at the door, looking back over his shoulder) Some of us would like to grow up, and grow past these childish games, Opal. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to find my brother Beckett and make sure he is safe before bedtime. He gets awfully grouchy otherwise.
And then he just leaves. And Opal dies the one way she fears the most, unimportant, unwitnessed, unloved.
Sorry @shortace I seem to have gone a bit mad with this. @a-c-u-l-o-s was this the sort of thing you imagined for this post when you first wrote it?
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