Cabinet Conundrum

R.I.P ... Rise in Peace

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"Now that's not nice-" Ryan didn't even flinch as the book the cloaked figure, who whirled around in anger and shock, threw at him was swatted away by Argus. Ryan, for his part, just looked at the hunk of flesh that was once a lip slid off the cloaked figure's face and hit the floor with at squish exposing white bone. "You always found ways to give me lip, Granger."

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"Uo astard!" Hermione snapped not speaking well without her lip, "this is all your alt!"

A slapping sound was heard and her head snapped back as Ryan spelled her lip back onto her face, "Do pull yourself together. It's irritating to hear you ... more than usual."

Hermione snarled and pulled out a hidden wand only for her arm to break in two, "Dammit!" She shrieked as the limb hung uselessly at her side with only one exposed tendon keeping her forearm connected to her elbow. The slimy limb swung in a grotesque fashion letting rotting skin drip off as it did.

"Your body is far too gone to handle any spell ... you can't even feel it breaking, can you?" Ryan commented knowing she couldn't. If she did she'd be screaming in pain. "I suppose there is a benefit to botching-"

"I didn't botch anything! I have a body and that's more than what Voldemort had!" She barked, but Argus had enough of her mouth. Before she could say anything upon opening her mouth again to lash out at his master he stuck his fingers into her gullet. With one swift yank downwards he tore her lower jaw straight off. "Ahhgg ..." Hermione gargled in horror as she instinctively tried to stop the clotted blood from dripping out of the gaping hole where her lower jaw was.

Ryan watched the pathetic sight of the witch's tongue wiggle like a necktie out the much wider mouth as she tried to yell at him, "You have no right to throw a tantrum. Yes, you were bright, but this ..." He glanced at her rotten form, "this was a foolish mistake you can't fix. It's certainly not something you should be proud of."

Hermione' s tongue moved and sounds were made, but none of it made sense. Of course, it was still clear she wasn't grasping how dire her situation was. At some point she just pointed at Ryan still obviously accusing him for her decisions.

"Hmmm? You think I can fix this?" Ryan offered as Sirron stepped toward the furious witch who apparently didn't see the demons for her right eye deflated and couldn't see the demons surround her.

"Yek!" She gargled unintelligibly.

"There is nothing anyone can do for you besides keep a mop handy. Magic can't be warped for your needs this time. Most of your soul is being digested by a dementor. You can't use magic. You used a horridly ineffective blood spell you probably squandered from the Black library and only damaged what little soul you have left. The Blacks, by the way, were a dark family who tried to imitate necromancer techniques, but they failed and you should've known better. After all, does it really make sense that set of hearts and eating flesh would be enough to grow and maintain a body? You are less than an inferi ... you are dead and rotting."

Maybe it was the brain rotting away, but she seemed to still not understand and continued to gargle angrily at him. That, however, didn't last long. Both demons extended their sharp claws and slashed through the grotesque blackened rotten body and tainted clothes. Hermione kept fighting and trying to speak even as her spine was snapped and she was rendered incapable of running.

"The only thing I can do is make sure your soul is all in one place." Ryan said as he stepped through rotten remnants and residue from Hermione pooling on the floor until he found the soul fragment in her throat.

With a little magic he removed the horcrux and she fell limp. The body began collapsing even faster without the soul fragment keeping it together. In seconds she decayed into a chunky slurry of rot and bones.