SECOND LINE: CURSE OF THE DEVIL

"That mana, how could you use magic in front of me? Where are you from?"

Admitting that she is a magician Raina pointed her hands towards Art that she never have seen as a friend. She is the one assigned by a superior to monitor the odd student who gives off a scent of huge mana reserve to see if he is hostile and control him.

"Hey, what are you doing? You think that pose is cool. It sucks you know."

Art Vincent Fierre's voice changed, or rather his tone of speaking changed. His eyes became deep and is filled with sorrow and despair for a moment transforming into rage and anger.

"Ahh-haha… Of course… of course. It is not like magic really exist right? I am nothing but an ordinary girl who have a great physical abilities… he-heh…"

Reina ought to solve the things peacefully because even though she is an elite chosen by the higher-ups she is not omnipotent but as soon as she let her guard down…

"Ahh… I am still being hunted even here huh. And now they are trying a different approach. Aren't you getting tired of it?"

The surroundings has been enveloped by darkness and Reina's physical enhancement magic has been nullified, Reina's mind is also being tackled by mental pressure from the spell released by Art Vincent.

"Art, what are you saying? What are you talking about? Kuh!!!"

Reina has been thrown by a force from the shadows hitting a street pole. Her back has been injured and her shoulders are fractured.

"You want my grimoire right? Then I will show it to you… Feast your eyes."

A black book covered in dark aura appeared before Art's hand. His eyes turned into golden hue and his whole body has been estranged by the dark aura coming from the book. I have never seen any aura this dark and and strong. Without much concentration my mind would have been lost.

"Gu-grimoire… I don't know what you are saying!"

"There is no use in plaoing dumb. To the darkness where I beseech power and to the shadows that lurk in this world,I hereby allow you to devour this person."

The shadows start to take form in darkness. The hands of shadows are creeping towards me. I am trying to invoke my magic but my voice would not come out. His gaze is dark and cold, as if he is a warrior that has been fighting for a very long time with nothing to lose or gain.

"Once again, who is the one you are working for?!"

"I… I am not… working for anyone."

My voice is becoming faint and my magic power is being drained. I am also losing my strength continuously without a chance to recover. Is this how I am going to die?

"Master… ple…please… help m…"

As I am muttering for help Art came and grabbed my hair. My body has gone numb and my sense of pain has gotten dull. The pain that should have made me cry in pain is almost non-existent now.

"So you does have someone you work for. This I will let you go off but if you ever try to do anything funny, I will make sure you die in the most gruesome way."

The day after that I could not go to school because of sudden illness. I got high fever, my body has been paralyzed and started aging faster. In a span of three days, my hair started to turn white and my skin became dry and wilt. I am no different from an eighty year old woman in the brink of death.

You would not die but you would want to end your life yourself. You will be nothing but a living corpse.

"Sir, I believe that the young miss has been inflicted by a soul rotting hex. It would be bad if it continue."

Who was it that was talking? A woman.

"So can you dispel it? I am willing to pay no matter how much you want!"

Father! He is doing everything in order to save me. I am trying to speak but my voice would not come out. It is as if…

"To tell you the truth, I might not be able to cure her. The magic power of the caster was far higher than that of my own, we will need to find a specialist that deals with curses if we want to fully cure her."

"No way. What should I do now?"

"I might be able to weaken the effect of the hex while I am here but we need to hurry and find a specialist because at this rate, the young miss would not even last for a week."

After that my dear father left the room. The woman that is left to take care of me drew a five part talisman. There are characters on the talisman that I have yet to see, but she punctured it in my head and limbs it shone bright red light.

"Oh spirits of light heed my call, I order thee to purify this body, Spirit Catharsis!"

"Sorry to say but that won't work. This girl is my prey."

I know this voice. The one talking is Art but how could he speak using my mouth. My body moves but I am not the one doing it, I have never seen a type of magic that allows a magician to take full control of other's body. Just who is Art?

"Ah I see, so you are the one that casted this spe… ack!"

I jumped out of the bed, grab the neck of the woman and slam her in the wall. Normal humans should have died at this rate because of excessive bleeding and brain damage but she just started to regenerate.

"You freaking dog. I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you…"

Just like that I continue slamming her into the wall until she shows no sign of life.