CHAPTER 377: SEVERANCE OF SOUL (II)

"Never thought that I would see a day when you would stand up for me."

Killian broke the awkward silence, causing Noah to glare at him. He saw the lips of the man move as he cursed him silently before he, too, took his leave and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him with a bang. Once he was gone, the sly smirk on Killian’s lips slid down. His expression turned solemn. "It seems like the elders are going out of their way to hide the truth. Aren’t they?"

Seth sighed heavily. "Which only proves my point. They will not let this matter slide. It will be hard for them to overlook your actions. You are very lucky that both Elder Norman and Jones made a mistake. Without them backing you up indirectly, the elders would have had a field day."

"But at the end of the day, they did make a mistake. Elder Norman can put forth his case, but with the only lead dead, the chances of him winning are not really high."

"You could have simply killed the half-vampire who was the cause of the mess. There was no reason for you to kill all those men; you could have avoided the trouble by simply letting them live." Seth’s white eyes didn’t look away from Killian.

Killian smiled upon hearing Seth’s words. He said, "You are right, I could have let those men live, but I didn’t because if you look past the incompetence of the bloodsucker, you will realise that the entire prison building is now out of your control. Someone certainly tipped that vampire off and asked him to either kill the suspect or forcefully wrench out a testimony. Either way, they wanted to shut the case down before things went out of control. Which they did go out of control because I found something interesting."

"Interesting? My, I need to hear this because it’s not every day when you tell me that you found something interesting." Seth interlocked his fingers and waited for Killian to start speaking.

Killian tilted his head to one side. He recalled the bits and pieces of information that he gathered from the pack link when it opened and asked, "Have you ever heard about witches who can split their souls into pieces and possess human bodies as their new vessels?"

"I have heard about them a little," responded Seth. His eyes were narrowing slightly. "But where did you hear about this? This is really dark magic. Really dark. Not many will be able to do it. Not unless they offer something in exchange. A price too hefty for any mortal to bear."

"A price?" Killian echoed. When the head of the council continued to look at him, Killian waved his hand and said to the man, "Don’t look at me like that; I didn’t do anything. A rather annoying birdie told me that the witch who caused the massacre at the Silver Dawn Pack is someone who can split her soul into several pieces. Turns out that destroying their vessel is just a waste of time."

Seth leaned back on his chair. "Indeed. That’s because they are using the soul of their vessel as a shock absorber. Even if the body that they are occupying dies, their soul will be fine."

"And how does that even work? How can a person just split their soul?" This was the first time Killian had heard of something like this, and he couldn’t help his curiosity.

"It’s a tricky thing to do." At first, Seth looked like he didn’t want to speak about it, but after a small pause, he parted his lips and started explaining. "Severance of soul constitutes the essence which is one’s life and the will that you can count as the identity of a person. I have never seen it happen, but my nana told me a little about it. The witch who intends to split her soul first needs to find a vessel. Preferably, another human who will become her anchor. She will then stand between two mirrors. One that faces hell and the other one will face heaven."

"There must be some sigils and arrays involved, but I have no idea about them."

Killian arched a brow. "And that’s all she needs to do? It sounds way easier than you made it sound."

"Because it isn’t that simple, you dumbass," snapped Seth. He rolled his eyes and stated in a cold voice, "This is just the preparation for it. The witch has to give her real name while offering the sacrifice. Once she reveals her true name, her essence will be revealed. Once the essence surfaces, the witch will chant a spell to cut the essence along with her soul. That’s how a part of her soul will get trapped in the vessel."

"And how does the witch cuts her soul?"

"By drawing blood from her own heart. The heavier and more excruciating the pain, the easier it will be for her to split her soul; if not, the soul will continue clinging onto her."

An uncomfortable silence stretched into the office, and Seth sighed heavily. "However, not many witches would live a life like this. If they sever their soul, then they would lose a part of their happiest memory and would only be left with the darkest one. And if a witch continues to sever her soul, then she would become no different than a living dead person. Because all of her happy memories will be taken away."

"With all of her hopes, dreams and wishes taken away—how is she any different from a corpse that can move and talk?"

Killian tapped his fingers on the desk. "And what’s their issue with sirens? I heard that the witches are hunting down sirens."

"Siren’s blood is a rather strong sacrifice. I wonder what these witches are trying to do if they are not even satisfied with the number of sirens that they have killed. But whatever it is, I am sure it’s nothing good."