“What is that?” asked Gobdaw nervously, feeling a cold sickness tipping at his toes from the stuff’s aura.
“That is a gift from Opal,” said Artemis. “A few years ago she stole a demon warlock’s power using that very barrel. I stored it in the basement, because you never know, right?”
“What is it?” Gobdaw repeated.
“One of two natural magic inhibitors,” explained Artemis. “Rendered animal fat. Disgusting stuff, I admit. And I am sorry to dunk my brother in it, because he loves those shoes. We dip him down, and the rendered fat traps your soul. Myles comes out intact, and you are held in limbo for all eternity. Not exactly the reward you expected for your sacrifice.”
Something fizzed in the barrel, sending out tiny electrical bolts. “What the bleep is that?” squeaked Gobdaw, panic causing his voice to shoot up an octave.