Page 32 of Resurrection
“No,” Kevin said. “I’m a guy.”
Seiran waited.
“No power,” Kevin finally added.
“Again,” Seiran said and pointed to himself, “Pillar of Earth. Being a guy doesn’t mean no power.”
“My mom says you’re just some figurehead they put in office so your mom could get more power.”
Well now, that was laid bare. Seiran reached across the table and put his hand on Kevin’s arm. It was an instant recognition. Air. Probably level two, which was common among witches in general. No different than the guards at the main desk had been. As Seiran dug deeper, he heard a pounding on the door, demands for it to be opened. But this was Seiran’s case, and his aunt had ensured the rules that limited him were few. MI spent too much time chasing the darkest of magic users to ever be constrained by simple political politeness.
Kevin gasped as Seiran touched his power, studied it. He could be a level three if he worked hard. But the wards hadn’t been his, neither was anything of the golem. Not created by him, or even controlled really. Seiran withdrew his hand.
There was an edge of recognition that seemed to come from Gabe. A startled movement, something? Seiran glanced back. Gabe still stood with his back to the door, unmoving despite the racket coming from the other side. “He gave it blood. To try to bind it? I can still smell the edge of it on the golem and him,” Gabe said.
That made sense, though how a witch with no training hoped to use their own blood to control something they hadn’t created, baffled Seiran. It wouldn’t work on the best of days. And even he was struggling to control this thing. Death magic, Seiran was coming to believe, was a different element altogether. Not a facet of earth at all.
“Level two air witch, eh? Too bad your family wouldn’t have let you test. You could have been a powerful witch.” Now he’d likely spend some time in prison rather than returning to school.
“I’m not a witch,” Kevin said, as if that would protect him from using a magically created being for ill gains.
“Do you know what reckless endangerment means, Mr. Weatherford?” Seiran asked. “Do you know what it means for a witch who causes reckless endangerment?” It wasn’t a slap on the wrist, even for the powerful witch families. The media followed the Dominion too closely to let anything this public be swept under the rug. If the golem hadn’t attacked people, maybe.
“I didn’t do anything. I didn’t create it.”
“Who did?”
“I don’t know. We got it from someone. Steve found it online or something.”
Steve. Seiran glanced at his notes. The one student whose family refused to return him. This was going to be a fun afternoon. “Why didn’t you turn it in right away?”
Kevin looked away, seeming uncomfortable. “We were having some fun is all.”
“Having some fun. Sending it to class was fun?” No, that was convenient. What had they done with it before? To have fun with it? Probably when they still had full control and it hadn’t begun to unravel. A sick feeling uncurled in his gut. He prayed he was wrong, but his instincts were rarely wrong.
Seiran glanced at the golem who sat blank and unmoving in the chair like it was little more than a statue. It looked like a person because Seiran’s magic gave it that strength, but it was a thing. “What did you do with the golem when you first got it?”
Kevin’s cheeks flushed pink and he wouldn’t look at Seiran. “Nothing big. I mean it can look like anyone, right? As long as we show it a picture, and tell it what to do?”
Except that sort of shift and control, meant the magic would unravel faster. If they’d left it whatever it had been from how it had been gifted to them, they might have gotten away with it longer. Seiran sat back in his chair and stared at Forest, finally saying, “Forest?”
The golem moved suddenly, lifting its gaze to Seiran. Kevin jumped half out of his chair at the movement. “Show me the visage this man commanded of you,” Seiran said spreading his magic outward, despite knowing it would disrupt the nullifying field of the room. The golem shifted instantly, appearance changing to that of a girl, probably not much more than one. Teenager at most. Pretty in an unfinished way. And almost completely nude, skirt short like they never were outside of anime, and topless.
They used the golem for sex? That was a new level of kink Seiran hadn’t thought possible.
Kevin gaped at the girl; his hands clutched on the table. The noise outside grew louder. Gabe kept his arms folded across his chest, acting as a sentinel at the door. Useful.
“What did they ask you to do, Forest?” Seiran inquired of the golem. He knew the many cameras of the room would be catching this all. Good documentation for court. Kevin would be lucky if he didn’t get life in prison for this. Death was off the table, since he didn’t create the golem. Reckless endangerment would have been for not reporting it. But using it, not only for the classes, but as some sort of deviant sex toy? That was an abuse of a magic object with malignant intent.
The golem got on its knees and splayed itself like it was ready to be taken from behind. It made noises like a porn movie would, but sounded very fake even as it said things like “Fuck me, big boy,” and “Oh, yes, you’re so thick,” in between what appeared to be sucking as well.
“Make it stop,” Kevin said huddling back into the corner of the room, while the smell of his arousal was unmistakable. The noise from outside the room had vanished, probably in stunned silence.
“I’m making note that the suspect smells of arousal,” Seiran stated for the record.
“I also smell his arousal,” Gabe added.
“I’m not…” Kevin protested even as he couldn’t tear his eyes away. “It’s not… it is just a toy. Not real. It wasn’t…”