C197 Gringotts 3

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As Tom was pondering over his complicated life, Ghost Morgana started losing her patience.

"One of you needs to explain to me what's going on soon, or I'm going to start throwing curses." Ghost Morgana threatens as she eyes them both.

'Does she know she's a ghost with no magic?' Tom thought.

"What does it matter? We're dead..." Imprint Morgana is still having a hard time coming to grips with her own mortality.

Ghost Morgana eyes her with annoyance clear in her gaze and turns her inquisitive stare in Toms direction.

"I guess I can explain while she processes everything." Tom says as he strolls over to the sofa across from the bed and takes a seat. "I'm here to claim the Le Fay Lord ring as you've probably guessed already." Ghost Morgana nods in understanding. "I told her that you were dead. She didn't believe me, so I summoned you. The end."

Hearing Toms explanation, Ghost Morgana's mouth dropped open.

"You summoned me..." She says with a hint of awe in her voice. "How?"

"I'm the Master of Death." Tom answers plainly.

"Huh? That story was true?" She asked in shock.

Although she wants to call her descendant out on his bullsh*t, Ghost Morgana can't refute his claim. How could she do so when she's standing here right now? She's dead after all.

"Yeah, I collected all the hallows and whatnot." Tom explained further.

"Did you meet Death?" She asked curiously.

"Yup, fun fact Death is a woman." He says, causing Ghost Morgana to smile.

Girl power and all that.

"Wow..." Ghost Morgana muttered.

Although Morgana is dead, that doesn't mean she has met Lady Death. Almost none of the souls collected by Death even know of her existence. Only the ones that pique her interest will ever know.

Tom sits there for a moment, giving both Morgana's time to process everything.

Imprint Morgana, who is still coming to terms with her death, and Ghost Morgana, who just learned that the story she heard as a child was real, and the man before her is the Master of Death.

After a few moments of waiting, Ghost Morgana was the first to come back to her senses.

"You're my descendant? I really lucked out, huh?" She says, happy that one of her descendants has come so far.

Never in her wildest dreams did Morgana think that someone from her lineage would surpass her in power. To be able to summon the dead is a powerful gift, and she doesn't even know about all of his other privileges.

Suddenly, an evil glint appeared in Morganas eye.

Looking over at her imprint, who seems to have come to terms with her deathly situation, an idea forms in her mind.

That same idea seems to also appear in the Imprint Morganas mind, as a matching glint shines in her eyes as well.

Tom noticed the looks exchanged between the two of them and was about to say something, but he wasn't fast enough.

Suddenly, both of the Morgana's broke off into a sprint at one another, smashing into each other.

Except they didn't hit each other.

Instead, they seemed to merge into one another, causing a bright light to shine from their location.

As the light died down, Tom could see only one Morgana standing there.

The two of them became one being and she looked exactly like the imprint Morgana, except she wasn't dressed in a nightgown anymore.

In fact, she is completely naked, without any of the ghostly transparent features.

"Umm, what did you do?" Tom asks as he tries sensing where she stood.

Instead of feeling the bit of magic from before, Tom now feels the soul of Morgana along with a lot more magic than before.

Feeling how powerful she has become, Tom went on guard and stood from his place on the couch.

Before she was just a soul and an imprint with very little magical ability. Now she seems to hold triple the amount of magic compared to Dumbledore and Grindelwald combined.

"We merged." Morgana reveals exactly what Tom thought. "Neither of us liked the idea of being dead. Especially, Ghostly me. She had to spend a lot of time in some very unpleasant places in the afterlife."

"Uhh... alright." Tom says as he isn't sure whether he has to worry about a fight or not.

Sensing Tom's plight, Morgana tries to ease his worries.

"You have nothing to worry about. I'm stuck in your new Lord ring, and won't be able to leave. Well, unless you find a way to get me out." She says with a pleading look on her face.

'That's not happening...' Tom thought as he processed what she just said. "Did you just say my Lord ring? Does that mean I passed the trial or whatever?"

"You've more than passed the test. You blew through it with ease. Anyone that can command Death itself, or herself as you've said, is more than qualified to become Lady or Lord Le Fay in your case." She says as she struts over to Toms side and holds his arm between her naked breasts, not at all bothered by being exposed completely to him.

"Uhh..." Toms male brain shuts down for a moment as he feels her breasts rub against his arm. "We'll talk about this later."

Seeing as he completed what he came there to do, Tom willed his consciousness back to reality and disappeared from Morgana's grasp.

"Hmph, you can't run for long~"