No 17. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING
Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused
The spell backfired on him.
CD barely had time to take cover before the ingredients in the cauldron exploded. Some of it still landed on his arms, burning his shirt along the way to his skin. He hissed, scrambling to stick his arms under water to wash everything off.
It hadnât taken long for the water coming out of the tap to be a freezing cold. His arms numbed enough so he could take off the shirt and get everything off. There were several splotches of red and a couple of places that already started blistering from larger fragments that burned fast. He grabbed an antibiotic and a burn cream to start applying to his arms.
He was already thinking about something to cover it up. Bad attempt at cooking had been a go to, but he wasnât anywhere near the stove today and Alex actually would notice if she didnât smell his attempts when he went home. He could always claim working on a car, even with the burns as small as they were.Â
I wouldn't have to do this if they were lenient after a while.
The ultimatum when the Agency gave him a consulting job was that any and all magick use was done with their permission and consent. They had to give the all clear for him to work on searching spells, antipoison potions, and anything concerning the reading and possible usage of Rylâeh, Enochian, Sumerian. They even tried to put a hold on Latin until he reminded them that most of science was based in the dead language. He couldnât do research, couldnât just read in his off time. Everything had to be related to a case.
Joseph, fucking Curwen, awoke his interest in the old Gods. The entities that lived in the dark just beyond the earth and beyond time, those that lived a dimension above and below. The ones that lived on Earth in the oceans, in the darkest of forests. In the hottest and coldest of places. The man showed him what he could do with words, introduced him into potion work. Even before he raised him, his curiosity was risen when he went into back alleys to find knowledgeable experts. Most were wary, scared of the being unlike humans. The âshifters he met, the blood drinkers and those with runes etched in their skin. He was merely curious, a small child that found something new and exciting and he wanted to know more.
His curiosity was now wrong, barred, and forbidden unless he wanted to be tracked and traced until his death. They didnât want him to raise another person. He was Curwenâs descendant, one strong enough to raise the necromancer from the dead. His children, if he had any, would also have the same power, the same blood as Curwen. The Agency needed to curve any thoughts of working with spells beyond what they wanted, what was needed. Delving deeper into the power twisted people. That was the reason more than a few gave him.
CD wrapped his arms in gauze to keep the ointment and cream in place. There was no one to help him after he made a mistake like this. He couldnât tell Alex. She had a hatred for the work that Curwen did, that the necromancers, and witches, and sorcerers, and anyone tapping into the energy of Elders. He didnât know why. The only thing he figured out was that it was from before she joined the AUEI. Mark was another no, although his was reluctant.
So, he finished treating himself before cleaning the cauldron. He wanted to figure out what happened. His calculations were off on one of the ingredients to cause an explosion like that. There was only him to figure this out. His rather rotten secret from a rotten family core. He slid on a dirty shirt before going back to the spellbook and starting again.
