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Jaejoong's eyes glistened with an unimaginable ferocity as he tightened his grip on Junki's neck. The dazzling flames his face and seared his light skin. If it had been someone else in the Magician's place, they would have begged for mercy. But it was not someone else.
Junki chuckled between coughs. "You are so hurt, brother. I can't die. You should know this as well as anyone."
Jaejoong released his brother and initiated the symbols to decay the body. "This little fact is the only thing keeping you alive. I would have fed you to Death a long time ago for plotting against me."
"I still do, you know... behind your back." His lips began to melt off his face. His eyes rolled out of its sockets. The pain must have been great, but he showed no signs of suffering as his body liquidized in the smoldering heat of a glass maker's furnace. Behind the wheezing and the crackling, the Magician had his last laugh.
"And for that, you deserve a proper lesson." Jaejoong withered the unrecognizable pile of molten flesh with his eyes. "Empress!"
At the sound of its name, the tarot card slipped through the black portal and transformed into a woman of diamonds. Her body was cover in nothing else. Its shimmers reflected beauty, health, and abundance while her eyes revealed another face. A selfless kindness only a mother could hope to possess.
She gazed down at the pile of flesh and knew exactly who had caused the master's grief. The Empress reach out with a tender touch, and the rabid flames returned to the oblivion from which it came.
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