As and as the smoke coiled around her body, Maeve screamed as pain lashed around her. The more she screamed the more it gripped her harder. This wasn't the first time she was undergoing this ritual, but every time she underwent it, it was excruciating.
She could hear the Shaman chanting incantations. The fire in the pit grew larger and fiercer. It was nothing but dark magic, because it was impossible to cast souls with fae magic or with wizard magic. And it was impossible to possess a soul without the use of magic.
