Chapter 40.5- Doom Days

I furrow my brow for a second before I began. A blood malediction was an interesting kind of curse in that it was supposed to pass down the bloodline of the person initially cursed, and a perfect one would get worse over time until it ended the entire line. That was why the curse tended to be attached to other curses that tended to fall into the more minor part of the dark magic spectrum. Well, not just that. There was the fact that a curse that was too powerful or detrimental would fail to take and attach itself to the target’s bloodline.

Their innate magic would fight it more desperately and in that case it would be harder to ensure inheritance of the curse itself. That was why weaker curses were used so that as they got stronger over generations, the innate magic of the future victims would stand less of a chance as soon thy would not even know to fight he curse most of the time as it had been there since conception, and even if they did, the curse would have grown at a speed too fast for the magic to keep upping with when it was present from birth and powerful enough.

I slashed my palm open and with a wave of my wand, commanded my blood to splash upon the comb. The Vampire’s eyes narrowed at the blood flying about, but his control did not seem to be affected much. Good, it would have been a shame to have to do this whole thing again because the proctor got it into his head that I was somehow easy prey. I added the curse next, weaving Gwendolyn’s Loneliness in with my blood sacrifice and making it so the first person to wear the hairpin would have a minor version of the curse, and then it would pass down their bloodline. Hopefully. It was my first time casting a blood malediction, and even as I put the spells together I could tell some things were not quite right.

“Hmmm. Gwnedolyn’s Loneliness is well done, but this would struggle to make it past two generations.” The Vampire said, peering at the spell with his special glasses that had to be enchanted to see magic somehow.

“Now let’s see you identify and dispel the curse placed on this comb” he said, and dropped a comb on the table. I looked at it consideringly before reaching out with my magic. I actually didn’t know many identification spells. Learning how to use them was the kind of thing that took sustained efforts and it was not like I was ready to need to use them in the first place. I reached out and felt a vague sensation of tiredness within the comb.

“A lethargy curse?” I asked questioningly.

“Indeed, but which one?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Now, that was a harder question. The primer for the exams had four different lethargy curses, and from my studies I knew another three. The exam wasn’t limited to only the things on the primer, however. So I had to assume it could be any of the seven, but then there was a chance it was one I didn’t even know. That would suck. I felt it again, trying to feel for nuances in how the tiredness felt, but I was all muddled so in the end I decided to guess.

“Kinvara’s restful sleep?” I tried. It was one of the more powerful lethargy curses.

“No. A good try, however. It is Manfred’s eternal rest.” He said, before gesturing for me to dispel it.