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Nadia banged her head against the table, tea cups rattled in their saucers. “My head hurts.”

“It’s funny how duplicity and intrigue befuddles you, Nadia. I thought you’d be quite an expert on it considering.”

Nadia, Darling and Lizzie looked at him, a spark in their eyes. 

“Considering what?” Nadia asked. 

Seth hurriedly opened his mouth, "Maybe we should--"

"No, no." Nadia cut him off. "Let him answer."

Vincent should keep his mouth shut if he knew what was good for him. 

“Well, considering you’re a woman.”

Nate stared. “Wow, you actually went there.”

Vincent shrugged. “I’m already dead, what more could she do to me?”

“Only trap you for the remaining of your existence in a small crystal ball."

"Ah." He tapped his cane softly against the floor, the only sign that he was discomforted by the probability of his sudden incarceration by Nadia's hands. "Good point." 

"I did not mean it to be an insult, only in my time, slyness and manipulation is a woman's game. It is their only way to power. That or marrying it."

"Stop. Talking." Nadia spat the words between gritted teeth.

He stuck up his nose at her and sniffed as if offended by her tone. "No need to be uncivil."

Darling kicked his cane. "Seriously. Stop talking."

 Copyright © 2014 by D.F. Jules

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Seth yawned again and flexed his left hand; it was covered in black ink from his left pectoral to the tips of his fingers, ancient spells and quotes from holy books in ancient languages from hemetic to hebrew to sanskrit to hieroglyphs to arabic, passages from every holy texts that speak of death. They swirled quickly until becoming a quick blur across his pale skin. He fisted, his fingers clenching tightly and an area around the two ghosts glowed brightly, forming his sigil, a ring of clockwork gears working together, sliding clockwise than counter-clockwise, a ring of silver and gold. The ghost other than Darling fell to her hands and knees with a loud crack and thump, like iron meeting magnet, her soul bound to the sigil. For the moment the sigil flared to life, she has weight and a solid mass again. She screamed with pain and fury, her eyes wild and panicked. 

--Till Death Do Us (Not) Part chapter 1

Copyright © 2014 by D.F. Jules