[ EU ] The magic world has been exposed to the muggles . Driven by fear and ignorance , a catastrophic war between the two has taken place . You are a soldier on the front lines of either side , write a story describing your experience during the conflict .

The damned casters were a tough prey. Michael knew that without a doubt and it's why he enjoyed his job. Hunting a most dangerous and hard to kill quarry. If the bastards were n't invisible, they were protected by all manner of spell and trinket. 
 
 Detection spells, time delaying zones which slowed bullets down to a tenth of their normal speed letting other casters cast domes of protection against projectiles. Even top grade snipers had their work cut out for them when it came to casters. Artillery strikes could be diverted back on to friendlies through portals or all out protected against with barriers. 
 
 Air planes were downed by flying witches and other aeronautical traps cast by the casters. Outside of cities, casters were tough to kill if they had any skill or ability. Low level casters could be taken out with ingenuity and innovation, and that's why there often kept in open areas while high level casters operated within cities, often holding cities hostage under threat of retaliation. 
 
 It's why Michael was so pleased with his latest catch. A high level caster that thought himself free of attack. But Michael had filled A/C system of his room with a variety of psychodellic and sedative aerosols. The protections put in place by the caster fell apart as the caster started to hallucinate and suffer delusions of arousal caused by the psychodellic substances. 
 
 All Michael had to was step in the room and tranq the caster. Now he was going to use the caster against his own kind in a most horrific and nefarious manner. 
 
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 Abigail had worried for Sigfried. She had not heard from him in quite sometime. The coven was normally dispersed throughout the city ready to retaliate against any muggle attempts at violence, but after the disappearance of a few of their own as of late. The coven felt it necessary to start being vigilant with staying in their enclaves when not performing patrols or other manner of business which provided for the coven. 
 
 Abigail was one of thirty witches within the enclave, a hidden space beneath a bar three stories deep filled with numerous rooms and secret places within. Even if a muggle force could get within, they'd find themselves lost and ambushed by defenders allowing any necessary escape to occur. 
 
 While deep in thought Abigail was shocked to hear the words. `` We've found Sigfried, he's in a bad way. The muggles are truly devils.'' Abigail's surprise turned to horrified shock as she saw the mutilated form of Sigfried. 
 
 The lower witches placed him on the grand table so the various healers within the coven could attend to Sigfried. 
 
 `` Who would do such a thing Abby.'' Asked a soft-spoken and horrified Emily. Abbigail could only speak slowly herself `` only a most twisted and evil lot.'' 
 
 Sigfried's arms were wrong. They had been removed and reattached where his legs were supposed to be and his legs were where his arms were supposed to be. His mouth was sewn shut with a strange white cord, as were his eyes. His clothes were soaked in blood and his stomach seemed swollen and large. Abigail wondered what animal would do such an act. 
 
 `` We have to remove these cords from his mouth'' a forgettable low level healer said. Before Abigail could think to tell her no, the low level healer cast a spell to turn the cords inanimate so they could be removed without trauma. The problem with that though, was that it was one of the eight triggering mechanisms for the collection of explosives within Sigfried's still barley living corpse. 
 
 His arms and legs had been deboned, with the muscle and skin carefully placed over plastique explosive packs wrapped with razor wire. His large and small intestine had been removed and packed with Sarine nerve gas packs mixed covered with micro-fine magnesium powder providing a dead-man's base chemical detonator insuring that the odorless danger would be dispersed in case the explosives were disarmed. The amount of liquid to aerosol formed packs were four times what was used in Japan in the eighties, and the Sarine gas used was pure so it would be completely odorless and undetectable. 
 
 Sigfried's left kidney was replaced with a five pound charge of Semtex with washers covering it. It's explosive force alone would create secondary detonations in the limbs in case the limbs were safely removed without detonation but left within twenty feet of the detonation. 
 
 The white cord itself was detonation cord wrapped around copper wire set on a dead-man's current switch. In any instance the wire failed to run between and to the detonator in Sigfried's mouth with it's own small explosive charge, the two explosives would detonate. Removing Sigfried's intestines had made the running of the cord quite easily when Michael opened a hole in Sigfried's stomach. The explosive charge and detonator in Sigfried's mouth was actually two pieces put together with cord running to each side, and sewn through his mouth, once current stopped running to one piece, a detonator switch would activate based off a power-off trip, detonating not only itself but the other piece as well. 
 
 This dead man's relay also ran to the explosive charge in Sigfried's limbs and absent kidney area, with the cord just beneath the skin to the limbs and through the gullet to the kidney area. 
 
 In total, fifty pounds of high explosives detonated killing all within the great hall instantly. All the witches on the top two floor of the basement were killed by either explosive force or fire. Those fortunate enough to be on the bottom floor and survive quickly found themselves succumbing to the Sarin nerve gas and their attempts at healing spells quickly failed as the nerve gas destroyed their brains. For days the Sarin nerve gas would linger, claiming innumerable and unwary caster investigators, leaving many to ponder that a fellow witch had been responsible for the attack -- - 
 
 Michael watched from the safety of lookout at the scene unfolding before him. The enclave had had many protection ward and spells in place. A direct attack from outside was impossible to even those aware of the enclave's presence. These protections also acted to limit the external effect of the explosion. The bar atop of the enclave was left completely unaffected. It was only when flames and smoke started to come out of the basement entrance was there even a hint of the plan's success without anyone else the wiser. 
 
 `` Are you proud of yourself murderer?'' An impudent and angry witch named Drake said. For his question, Drake was rewarded with a zap from Michael's taser. 
 
 Drake was such a pathetic figure. A medieval looking head device was borne upon his head. Any unauthorized sound from him for more than four seconds would lead to a series of small explosives detonating not only within the attached head ware but also the foreign mass inside his rectum sewn inside and unbothered by the colostomy bag installed in Drake's intestines to allow him to shit while having the `` Dildo Bomb'' sewn trapped within him. Drake was a low level caster and had been easily captured outside a farmhouse that the casters had used as a training place for their low level casters. He had been purposed primarily as a healer and Michael had watched him heal mutilated cattle as part of his training. 
 
 Drake had served Michael numerous times and in numerous ways. Drake had been forced to cast a stasis spell on Sigfried while Michael did his butcher's work. Drake had known what fate awaited his fellow witches. But after months of horrific torture at Michael's hands, he was not a fully broke and beaten creature. Drake had not been the only kidnapped witch of Michael's there had been another and she had been willful, frequently testing Michael but after she attempted to spell him. Her fate had been most gruesome and disturbing. Drake had been forced to use all of his skill as a healer to keep her alive as Michael made a ghastly display of her. Organs and flesh placed and positioned to create a most bizarre scene. Various tubes and devices used to physical torment her in every way imaginable. 
 
 Drake had wept openly as Michael forced him to undue the stasis spell. For a brief few seconds the poor witch was treated to her living organs salted, in boiling water, being feasted on by rats, and burned with fire. Her eyes saw all that her innards were treated to as she felt, and for the hours before the spell was undone. Her eyes saw what horrific things were done to her and how her organs were placed. She saw everything being done to her even though she could n't feel it or stop it. The worst part being that the fastest way to undo a stasis spell, was to cast a healing spell, and so Drake had cast a healing spell, on her brain keeping it alive for fifteen seconds as she suffered. 
 
 So that when she died, within the cube made of enchanted and treated glass, it's thickness adorned with silver and gold, her soul, her magic, became a horrific poltergeist. One trapped and transmuted by Michael into a simple box he now carried with him, waiting for him to use it. 
 
 Drake would on occasion eye the box and wonder if that was his fate. Poltergeists were nearly impossible to trap, much less destroy. The more horrific the way the victim died, the more powerful the poltergeist. Poltergeists had been harnessed by dark witches for millenia in all manner of spell. And nearly every witch that tried, was often consumed by the poltergeist, leaving the poltergeist to kill till its total pain and suffering was expelled. 
 
 `` We better get going. More witches to kill. More fun to be had.'' Michael said as gingerly tossed the box in the air and caught it. Drake had yet to see a poltergeist first-hand, and now seeing what Michael was capable of, he feared what the muggle could do with such a dangerous object. 
 
 Michael merely sang as they walked to his limo. `` Do n't worry be happy.''
