The Wailing Woman

52. Maddening Lips

It's been one week since I expelled my poltergeist, received my father's message, and saw Grimm. I found myself adapting to the castle perfectly fine. I wake up and eat breakfast with Dilara while she is on her laptop (not hers but one she found) trying to catch up with her classes as she tries to finish the semester on a good mark. 

But I know she is also doing it because the Parmagis of Oregon know she is here to serve her sabbatical sentence. She purposely chose to be in werewolf territory and came to the university here. She blended in with humans, werewolves, and other witches and warlocks living here.

The werewolves don't mind a few witches, especially those who do not matter greatly to the council.

Still, I asked her, "Are you sure the wolves won't attack us?" Dilara shook her head. "So long as we don't make our presence too known they won't do anything." That worried me because there have been attacks and the wolves must have known. At least there won't be anything happening for a while. We're stuck inside this massive castle with the next town out of reach.

She then meets my gaze, "That's how he did it, right? Apart from the veil you have on, your father placed you here because the scent of the wolves would disguise you." 

I shrugged but she went on, "My father told me to come here. When the council sentenced me to spend my one-year sabbatical here in Oregon, he told me to come into this town although it was part of the wolf territory. I thought he was kicking me out as well but I now know he was protecting me." The light in her eyes returned every time she spoke about her family. She'll see them again, I know she will.

I had told Dilara about my plans of meeting my father and performing the ritual of being bound to the Moon. The day it fell on was two days before Dilara made her decision to leave for Istanbul or not. She promised she would come with me and I was quite glad to hear that.

Besides, awaiting the ritual I have been going through my father's spell books in search of a way to bring Grimm's wings back. But my eyes get sucked into every word in these books as if they were speaking to my soul. 

Dark magic is not complicated, at least not performing it. The codex of dark magic has many branches. Demonology is what my father practices and I think I understand what he does. The separation of the human body, the soul, and the invading spirit. It would be extremely difficult to change your magic's intention and not harm the body or soul because the spirit is trying to merge with the body and soul but based on the drawings I saw they seem more like a collision.

The owner fights this spirit like two people trying to push through a narrow hallway together. Some spirits can entwine themselves which would make it more difficult for the witch or warlock to get them banished. Sigils are your guides but you evoke the power within and bring forth the spirit. Sometimes evil spirits, the stronger ones can physically harm you and the owner's body. Their energies are chaotic and can cause violent outbursts.

Dark magic can contain them, and subdue them because it is untethered. It is a raw form of magic. Vicious and enthralling. It's all limitless and coveting, it will give you the delicious lick you crave but it will ask for a high price.

After the witch or warlock succeeds in banishing the spirit the person who was once possessed can easily get possessed again. They need to close the wound the evil spirit left on the soul. It needs to be healed. Everything sounds about the same as I did with my poltergeist, except she went back inside my head.

I started drawing the sigils in a notebook, memorizing and practicing their shapes and lines. Each one is differently made for protection or summoning. After a while of writing them, I placed my hand on the wooden desk. I wanted to see if I could crave them as my father had done with the walls of the shop. I envisioned the sigil in my mind and murmured the spell under my breath like a secret.