Magica De Spell (
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toss a coin to your witcher (dumb duck trio)
"She used her dark magics on my husband, and now he sees her shadow in the mirror every night!"
"He killed an entire farm-hands livestock, all for his own twisted amusement."
"They have a garden full of statues that were once children, now frozen in time forever..."
As Scrooge McDuck - world's richest duck, famed adventurer, and also expert monster hunter - continued his research into the "mages of the mountain", he found each new rumor was more outlandish than the last. Sure, there were a few things that were consistent - the two were twins, beautiful in their own way, and fiercely loyal to one another - but after that, each new round of gossip could make them sound like petulant children or gods themselves. Whatever troubles the villagers were having, be it bad weather or failing crops, it was surely the fault of the De Spell family.
And yes, perhaps the manor of the twins - lofted right into the side of the highest hill, with decaying greenery entwined all around the massive stone steps - was a little something out of a gothic horror novel. Dark colors, eerie structure, and maybe a cracked gargoyle or two. The cry of a raven could be found in the distance. But if these twins were as powerful as so whispered, why couldn't they afford to fix the twisted rafters from the windows, or cover the drafts from moldy holes? The land itself was probably pricey property, and many would pay handsomely for it... if some particular vermin was exterminated.
"He killed an entire farm-hands livestock, all for his own twisted amusement."
"They have a garden full of statues that were once children, now frozen in time forever..."
As Scrooge McDuck - world's richest duck, famed adventurer, and also expert monster hunter - continued his research into the "mages of the mountain", he found each new rumor was more outlandish than the last. Sure, there were a few things that were consistent - the two were twins, beautiful in their own way, and fiercely loyal to one another - but after that, each new round of gossip could make them sound like petulant children or gods themselves. Whatever troubles the villagers were having, be it bad weather or failing crops, it was surely the fault of the De Spell family.
And yes, perhaps the manor of the twins - lofted right into the side of the highest hill, with decaying greenery entwined all around the massive stone steps - was a little something out of a gothic horror novel. Dark colors, eerie structure, and maybe a cracked gargoyle or two. The cry of a raven could be found in the distance. But if these twins were as powerful as so whispered, why couldn't they afford to fix the twisted rafters from the windows, or cover the drafts from moldy holes? The land itself was probably pricey property, and many would pay handsomely for it... if some particular vermin was exterminated.
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Ratface made himself small and scrawny in the shadows, only wanting Scrooge to succeed so that these pesky villagers left his family alone. Still, he was much like the twins in that he wasn't entirely sure the man would make it. He held his breath as he waited, wondering if the creature would go into the here-after with just a few pleas.
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She slowly extended her hand, looking like she was going to take his. Then fury filled her face as she saw something behind him. She started screeching, knocking Scrooge aside.
He rolled with the blow, ending back on his feet. He saw the brother-in-law with a preacher who was shakily attempting some sort of exorcism.
"No, no, goddammit! You need to get out of here!"
He was so close! She wanted to let go and move on -- he could see that -- but these absolute morons...!
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He had been instructed to leave things be... but... well. If this man could well and truly keep his mistress safe? Familiars and loyalty went hand in hand.
With a nervous and shaky breath, he took to the sky, flying faster than the creature could shamble. He intended to merely give the priest a good scare - flap wings in his face, maybe rip up a bible with his talons - and see how much time that could buy.
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Scrooge ran past the noonwraith, coming to a stop between her and the idiotic duo. He turned his head slightly. "Run as fast as you can back to the village!"
"It needs to die!" the brother-in-law shouted.
"She's already dead!" Scrooge snarled, keeping one eye on the noonwraith as she considered her options. He stepped this way and that to keep between the two factions. "If you don't leave now, not only will I let her have you but I'll make sure you won't be able to get away!"
"You wouldn't -- !"
BANG! Fast as lightning, Scrooge had drawn his revolver and fired at the dirt less than an inch away from the shrieking man's foot. He hated wasting a good bullet (particularly one of the silvers), but right now he had no other options. The situation was spiraling out of control.
The brother-in-law backpedaled as fast as he could.
"For the last time, get out of here!" Scrooge snarled.
The brother-in-law fled, leaving the preacher with Ratface.
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"... Well, what are you waiting for?" He couldn't help but snark. "A pretty please?"
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Scrooge holstered the weapon. "Finally!" He cast a quick glance at Ratface. "You'd best fly off, too. If I can't settle her back down, it's going to get messy."
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"No can do. I was ordered to observe. Get on with it, 'expert'."
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Scrooge turned back to the noonwraith. He held up his empty hands to her.
"He's not worth it," Scrooge told her.
The noonwraith seethed, its torn clothing roiling about her.
"Marzia!" he called. "Marzia Biancardi, listen to me!"
There was no hint of recognition, no spark.
The last shreds of Marzia Biancardi were gone.
His heart broke as the noonwraith focused its efforts on him. He drew his revolver again, aiming for the center of its forehead.
"I'm sorry, lass. I really am."
BANG! BANG BANG BANG BANG!
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"Well then. That's a result for your masters, eh?"
There was nothing left save some ectoplasm and mystical dust. Valuable potion ingredients, true, but the cost to obtain them...that was too high.
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"So it is. I'd think a man at your age would be used to these sort of things." But with a shrug, he opened his wings, ready to take to the skies.
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He pointed towards the last remnants of the noonwraith.
"If your masters want that, they can have it. Call it part of their fee. Should fetch them a pretty penny if nothing else." He spun on a heel and started to walk.
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"Innocent people end up gone all the time. What do you think happened to the elder Spells?"
Magica had said they died. She didn't say how.
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With a flap of his wings, he was above the ground. "But I suppose they will be happy you aren't dead yet."
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With that settled, so as he saw it, he took off to the skies.
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Maybe it didn't matter to the De Spells and their familiar, but it mattered to him. Particularly when he remembered how she'd reached out towards him and he'd seen a glimpse of how she'd looked when she was alive.
What did he expect though? Not everyone could see the dead like him.
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The village itself wasn't entirely pleased to have Scrooge back. The brother-in-law had tried to spin the story into a more favorable version for himself, but ultimately, Scrooge had done what he couldn't, so they had to pay.
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It would take little effort to completely crush the man beneath his spatted foot. He'd do it without remorse for what was done to poor Marzia.
"I had to purchase special equipment for this job. I would have considered eating the cost myself had I been allowed to do my job unimpeded, but given the interference, you all will have to deal with the cost being passed on to you on top of the interference clause upcharge."
It was part of the contract he'd signed with the village's mayor. The clause was in there because of people stupidly trying to play at heroics...or trying to get out of having to pay him in the first place by making him do all the heavy lifting and then swooping in at the last minute to complete the job. Honestly, he wished he'd levied a higher surcharge given this town's attempt at hiding key information.
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But for all the hemming and hawing, they did finally fork over evert last bill that was promised.
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He then looked towards the preacher. "You. Priest."
"Y-Yes?" the man stammered.
"Next time you attempt an exorcism, make sure you know what you're doing and -- most importantly -- why." Scrooge's eyes were flinty. "An exorcism is a tool for expelling demons from hosts. When cast on the ghosts of the mortal dead, it destroys them completely. Slowly. It's like taking a bath in a vat of acid with no way out.
"Because of you, Marzia Biancardi -- a member of your own flock -- lost the last shreds of her humanity, her only chance at passing on to Paradise. Now her father will never be reunited with his beloved daughter in the afterlife." He narrowed his eyes. "Keep that in mind the next time you stand at the altar...and when you finally stand before your Maker in Judgment."
With that, Scrooge stalked past the crowd.
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Nobody wanted to take the blame. But much to their frustration, Scrooge was on soul they couldn't blame - because he'd gotten rid of their problem. He'd done just as he was told, and there was no getting around it. What a bothersome man, to indulge in gossip and dig up old stories no one wanted to talk about. Good riddance to him.
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In a way, this incident showed him the true colors of the quaint little town he'd considered investing in. If this was how they treated their own neighbors, well, they'd be highly unlikely to treat outsiders any better. He would not subject his people to these vile creatures.
He pulled out his old flip phone and hastily typed a message in code to his Chief Financial Officer. As he kept walking, he heard the mayor's phone chime followed by a cry of dismay.
He didn't need to read the message that had been sent to the mayor's phone. He smirked as he kept walking.
After careful consideration, our CEO has declined to invest in your project. We here at McDuck Enterprises bid you good luck in your future endeavors.
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At this rate, the noonwraith was probably going to be the least of their problems. A village this dirty and despicable was likely crawling with ghosts and ghoulies from ill grudges and dishonorable ends. Which begged the question of who took care of all of that before? And why only now was an outsider taking the job?
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...One more tag before errands.
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One million years later...
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Had to go back and re-review 2017 Scrooge's timeline. @_@
how do you not have it memorized in your every waking second
I get it confused sometimes with "Life and Times"
unacceptable, lifetime banishment
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