The Price Of Power (Castration Warning)
This is a snippet of what I hope to make into a longer story. Loosely inspired by the Lilith series by u/Alemaoespana
Hope someone likes it! Posted for Halloween (tis the season!)
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The world of Seraphon is a world ruled by men. Superior in every way to women, the men rule with magic. Women can conjure only the faintest whisper of magic, but men can create storms, level mountains, boil seas. However, this all changes with only one woman, and the fear and anger in her to do something unspeakable.
Valeria was married to an oppressive man named Tameron. A master of magic, he was in the higher echelons of the Mage’s College. An impressive collection of knowledge, it was designed to teach men the ways of magic. Valeria lived with Tameron in the College and secretly studied magic when she could.
One day, however, Tameron discovered Valeria studying magic, and in his rage, he beat her. Laying broken on the floor, Valeria vowed that she would take revenge, that she would stand at the pinnacle of the College. That evening, she devised a plan. She would take from him that which he treasured most: his testicles. She would render him impotent as a man, and she believed, and would keep him cowed and weak to her manipulations, despite his power.
The next day, Valeria set her plan in motion. That afternoon, she visited a potions master and seduced him. From that, she was able to get him to make her a sleeping draught, after feeding him a sob story about not being able to sleep. That evening, she cooked a fabulous meal for her husband, and poured the draught on top. She played the subservient wife perfectly, and Tameron bought it completely. Shortly after he finished his dinner, the draught took effect and he passed out. Valeria, her heart pounding in her chest, set up a set of rudimentary tools.
Without much to go by, she simply removed his pants, took his scrotum in her hand and sliced it open with the sharp knife she had brought. She pulled the bag apart and pulled each ball out, marveling at their size, and how easily they could be removed. She felt a shiver down her spine, a not entirely bad sensation. She smiled briefly, as she simply took the cords and snipped with the sharp sewing scissors that her mother had gifted her. With that done, she quickly sewed his sac back together, using the thread from the sewing kit. With that done, she did her best to staunch the blood flow, and then covered him back up. Despite her anger at him, she still did love her husband, and she felt sympathy for what she was putting him through.
She then took the testicles and went to the washroom. Standing there, she looked in the mirror, wondering when she had mussed her hair so badly. She looked like a wild woman, all out of sorts and flushed…sexy. Not knowing what else to do with the testicles, she saw a jar sitting on the shelf, and poured the contents, a small assortment of knick knacks that she had accumulated but didn’t know what to do with, onto the counter. She gingerly placed the severed testicles into the jar and then filled it up with water. They floated there, bobbing serenely. Valeria pondered how two little organs could cause so much pain and suffering, both while being attached, and the act of removing them. Taking a deep breath, she looked into the mirror and began trying to cast a cantrip, a spell that was known as the easiest spell to cast, with virtually no magic drainage, nor time to cast.
It was a simple spell called Magic Missile. A virtually unblockable spell that every mage knows how to cast. It simply conjures a number of projectiles to strike the target, the number of projectiles based on the power of the mage. The power level of a Magic Missile spell is not especially powerful, even among stronger mages, but it is the basis of all magic, the building block upon which nearly all other spells are formed.
Valeria concentrated her magic powers, feeling the magic building, and cast it into the mirror. As usual, however, her magic whiffed out like a candle, the spell casting little more than a puff of smoke before dissipating. Frustrated, Valeria cried out, slamming her hand down on the counter. Tears formed in her eyes, as she whispered to herself, “Why?! Why can’t I cast a spell?” Blurrily, she picked up the pair of testicles in the jar, cradling it to her. She suddenly felt scared, knowing that she had truly crossed a line. If Tameron spoke up about this act at all, she would likely be executed. Nearly hyperventilating, she knew she had to do something. She needed power! Still holding the jar absently in her left hand, she tried casting the spell again. Immediately, she felt a pulse of energy that was completely foreign to her. Excitedly, she ran through the incantation, then used her right hand to cast the spell at the mirror. In an explosion of magical power, the mirror exploded as 12 bolts of magic raced out of her hand, destroying the mirror and the wall behind it. Shocked, she recoiled, hitting the wall behind her, then sliding down to the floor.
Valeria was nearly in shock. She did it! She had actually cast the Magic Missile spell! Excitedly she hopped back onto her feet, setting the jar down and running out of the room. Standing in the living room, she targeted her husband’s chair. She’d always hated it, not because of its design, for it was a lovely piece of wood and leather, but because it represented the power he wielded in their home. She began weaving the magic again. However, this time, she could feel the lack of magic again. When she finished, she cast the spell, and was unsurprised to see a puff of smoke like her first attempt. Unsurprised, but also very unhappy. Valeria stamped her foot childishly, wondering what went wrong.