Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 399: Prisons close to hell.

For a moment, Phoebe regretted sharing the little she had given away, one maniac like Luna who was itching to dispose of Moria was enough, she did not need aunt Maureen to join the lunacy team and do something dangerous.

She was a shaman, she had the ability to deal with Moria, she just needed to know where David stood. Also, if Moria came after her, she would retaliate in worse ways. The attempted assault she had tried to accomplish through Gemma would be paid back in kind.

Phoebe sneered. "If I fail to handle her, I will be a shame to my mentor and all shamans. Be reassured aunt if I fail, you will be the first person that I turn to. Which reminds me, I forgot to warn Luna not to mess with her. I don’t mind if Moria is slapped around a bit, but I don’t want her face ruined or something like that. Everyone will point at me directly because it will be obvious who wants Moria’s pretty face ruined; the woman David is dating also known as me." She paused speaking to send Luna a message.

Their hot coffees were delivered while she was typing, out of the peripherals of her eye, she saw her aunt slip the waiter a roll of cash that he put in his pocket. It had to be at least five thousand dollars; it reminded her that Andre had said their aunt over tipped cute waiters.

"So, Moria, did she do something? Luna Elithera wouldn’t be targeting her if she did not make a move on you. What are you leaving out?" Aunt Maureen asked, her eyes fixed on Phoebe’s forehead just in case she said one thing and thought another.

Phoebe chuckled, a small derisive sound. "She threatened someone to attempt to blackmail and slap me. I guess that I should arm up to battle with a crazy ex-girlfriend. I don’t think she understand the power a shaman holds; I can give her nightmares for a year and drive her insane. I can give her bad luck for the rest of her life, steal her beauty, send a ghost to kill her. I am not in danger, she is." She sniffed in ice cold air.

The tenacity in her voice was all Maureen needed to extinguish her worries. Her niece was not easily bullied, she was not one of Moria’s boot lickers. "I am here if you need me, we can throw her in one the brothels in Hartoum, you have no idea how vile those places are." She assured Phoebe.

They stood up and Maureen wrapped one arm around Phoebe’s shoulders, going ahead to pull her in a small embrace before freeing her. They entered a taxi because Phoebe complained about the bitter cold temperatures, it warmer inside the taxi.

Phoebe recognized the taxi driver; he was one of the Elithera’s and so was the person in the passenger seat. They were really efficient at their job; they had anticipated that she would use a taxi and somehow acquired on quickly. She had stopped a random taxi not knowing that it would be two of her many bodyguards.

"That is better." She happily chimed as the heat of the warmth in the car swept over her. " Mr. mister, please circle the block and drop us off at avenue mall." She instructed the taxi driver and then turned to her aunt. "Oh, that reminds me aunt, did you find that warlock that sent his lackeys to attack me?"

The Saxon spirit had suggested that she and her aunt go on a hunting trip, if the warlock had not been dealt with, maybe it was something they could do together.

Nodding her head, Maureen pressed her lips in a thin line recalling the moment she had captured the warlock. "He was in the city which made it easy. After a good beating from me, I delivered him to Moldove academy where he is being held in prison, he will never bother you again. Alonso testified against him, he confessed to some of the warlock’s other crimes. You can guess what the confession detailed, a lot of crime steeped in dark magic, he won’t be coming out of that prison ever." Her voice came with undeniable assurance.

"A prison at the school! What kind of school is this academy?" Came Phoebe’s question.

Her tone came off as terrified, but her face however showed intrigue, it did each time the Moldove founding academy was mentioned.

Maureen let out a short laugh knowingly. "Yes, there are five prisons actually not just one, anyone that commits crimes related to the supernatural is send to a different prison depending on the gravity of his crimes.

All of the prisons are an imitation of hell recreated by an alchemist, a sorcerer, a pyromancer, a necromancer and a cryomancer a very long time ago. It is an icy cavern of endless cold and despair, the air is so frigid that it turns breath into shards of ice.

The chill is so unbearable that it turns one mad, and upon death the soul is frozen in an eternity of isolation and frostbite."

Phoebe rubbed her hands together, a chill crawled over her spine, that was not a prison she wanted to visit.

There is the abyss prison, a dark bottomless swirling vortex filled with endless storms. It has pulsating walls of flesh that close in on the prisoners, suffocating them, leaving them in an eternal free fall and agony, The pyrehold prison is the one with fire, it is a fortress encased in molten lava surrounded by fire breathing gargoyles. The heat is unending, the prisoners withstand eternal flames, they suffer in the unending inferno as penance for their crimes.

We have the shadow prison, a maze of impenetrable darkness where shadows come to life and torment prisoners. The walls are covered in shifting, whispering forms that amplify fear and despair. That is where the warlock is, it is the place where those who are arrested for delving into forbidden magic are held. They are haunted by their own misdeeds forever.

Last is the venom pit prison..." She paused because her niece loudly interjected.

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"Oh, my goodness aunt please that is enough, I could have lived the rest of my life without knowing what happens to those who go down the dark path." She trembled again.

The two men in front agreed wholeheartedly, and they were glad that they only knew about the supernatural and were not involved in that world. Human prisons sounded like five-star hotels in comparisons to magic prisons.

"But how big is this school, where is it even located? I must have my magic wrong because all my location spells show that it’s located at the Salt Lake." She took a moment to stare at her aunt. "But as you know already, there is nothing at the Salt Lake" Phoebe drew a breath in, she would be lying if she said that this was not frustrating. She had better luck finding Ruth than the school.

The Saxon spirit blocked the men from overhearing the moment Phoebe started asking about the location of the academy.

The composed outward appearance on Maureen’s face could not reveal the panic on that surged her veins. It was impossible for a non-student or guardian to know the true location of the school, one had to reach to be one of them before such information was revealed to them. So how did Phoebe know?

It was not information that she had received from Edward nor was it a guess because Phoebe was certain that the location spells had led her to the Salt Lake.

"How did you do the spell?" Maureen calmly asked, she could shake the answer quickly out of her niece if she could.

Phoebe pulled her shoulders up and down, a body movement that was nonchalant. "Initially I tried by myself and failed, then I tried using the location spells that were used in the olden days to find a place near founding lane where great magic was centered and Voila! I found it only that there was nothing on Salt Lake when I drove by, so I gave up momentarily." She innocently answered.