The Witch and The Lich; Blood Haze

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This chapter may harm your delicate sensibilities.  Nothing actually happens, but there is a decidedly naughty sort of trap involved in todays chapter and I want to warn you all before hand that it's there and I'm choosing not to not write it. 

Credits; Rea, Krell,

Rea and Krell walked down a corridor leading off the lobby.  Krell glanced around and saw that the walls had been lined with portraits of increasingly disheveled and crazy looking people.  Several had been damaged, from the looks of it the damage had been malicious.  And from the looks of it there had been some malicious damage caused to things other than the portraits, unless that was something other than blood on the walls.  The blood seemed to get heavier as they went through the corridor, ultimately coating the walls entirely as they reached the door at the end. 
"Shield the door real quick and then we'll open it.  That's more than two people worth of blood loss on those walls." 
Krell traced over the door frame and pressed his fingers against the pattern he'd set.  The air rippled slightly as the magical boundary set in place, and as soon as it settled he stepped back and rea pushed the door open. 
"Gahck!"  She exclaimed and quickly pulled her arm back through the  shield.  He saw a red smear appear around her the point where her arm met the shield, and her sleeve had dissapeared as far as her arm had gone through.  She shook her arm as though it had been pricked or shocked. 
"Blood Haze.  It's a nasty trick, uses enchanted blood to destroy biomatter."
"How's your arm?"
"Fine, I'm just surprised.  Normally a Blood Haze would obliterate skin and muscle too.  Or try anyways.  Why would it only destroy clothes?"

Krell looked into the pale red mist and tried to find some sign as to why they would want to only disrobe an intruder.  Humiliation, practical means of reducing a person's enchantments, but one stood out among them, and it was by far the worst. 
"I have an idea.  But I'm surprised you didn't think of it first."
"Why, is it childish, perverse, or in some way tied into the fashion industry?"
"Because you spend a lot of time reading wierd stuff and you pretty much control the internet."
"All three then?"
He didn't want to have to say it.  He was a priest after all, and his family had always been rather religious even before then.  He knew of it, it was hard to avoid hearing about all the universe's infinite perversions when you spent months at a time drifting through space listening to the crew's quiet chatter.  But still, he had no desire to say what the room had been designed to do.  He glanced back in and saw little pools of blood, the alchemic circles etched about them confirming his suspiscions. 
"You've been adventuring before, you've probably run into some wierd stuff right?"
She nodded, but clearly still hadn't figured it out.  If she was about ten years older he wouldn't have felt quite as awkward.  Even then it wasn't the sort of topic for casual discussion. 
"And have you ever run into anything with a lot of tentacles?"
She nodded again.  She wasn't blushing, which he felt implied innocence in this matter.  Although considering her general behavior she may have just not felt any shame.  He'd run into a few immortals before while he and Kvald had been adventuring; they'd always taken a rather frank outlook on such things. 
"And no one ever made any jokes about it?"
She shook her head.  "But I think I know what you're getting at."  She paused and smiled.  He found it a very bothersome smile, the sort that indicated she was thinking of things.  He had the feeling they were things that would have made him blush when he had cheeks, blood, and the general ability to blush.  Lewiza had gotten that look on occasion, but he'd never minded it so much then. 
"As a member of the clergy, an officer of the imperial navy, and a decent Nielda I absolutely forbid you to go in there."
She laughed and looked at him.  "You're funny; you know that?  Alright then Mister Casat, how do you propose we deal with such a decidedly naughty trap?"  She looked up her brow at him.  He was being mocked.  He hadn't had someone look at him like that since he and Kvald and Lewiza and Chasia had stumbled on that dragon back in the day.  He'd forgotten how powerful it was.  Now he had to do something truly brilliant or it would be wasted. 
He looked at the room again.  Blood, blood, blood, rocks, blood; nothing useful really.  He could probably break the alchemy if he could get to it, but he couldn't do it and fight off tentacles at the same time.  Rea might be able to, but there was no way he was sending a fourteen year old girl into a room that would destroy her clothes; especially one with tentacles.  He was at no real risk, he could do it given the time, but it would be tough.  Blood stone was really resistant to magic, there was no way he could blast it apart and without muscles he was really limited in his ability to hit things.  He looked back at Rea, who hadn't budged an inch.  Must have been hard staying still for so long, what with her whole warped perception of time and all.  He looked back and saw the smear of blood running down the shield, probably to heavy to float now that it had gorged itself on her sleeve. 
And there it was, the solution.  He stepped back, struck out his arm towards the room and snapped with his skeletal hand as he incanted loudly.  One simple incantation, a staple of enchanters across the Empire and beyond.  He snapped as he completed it, more for effect than for anything else, and the haze turned to a fine red dust.  The pools stopped mid-ripple and he stepped into the room. 
Rea's jaw had dropped when he turned around.  It took him a moment to figure out that she had never actually seen an enchanter at work.  For as old as she was, she seemed to have missed a great deal. 
"How'd you do that?"
"It's enchanted blood, not bloodstone.  Bloodstone only carries enchantments given to it by the enchanter who converted it or the one who donated it.  The enchantment that made the haze and the tentacles is gone, leaving only a lot of very useful enchanting matierials." 
"Wow."  She paused for a moment before regaining her composure.  "I knew that.  I was just testing you."
If he had thought he would have blushed earlier, he wished he could have smiled now.