"Master Yang, will you please join us?” Maat requested.
The huge ape had been reclining near by. He lumbered over to where Forsythe was standing, and put his big hand to his neck commandingly. Forsythe did not resist.
"There is a sheath about you now, which cannot be removed. No demi-god or demon-magi can loose it from your inner skin. This enchantment upon you, from this day on, is one of ineffectiveness.
“Its purpose is to curtail all that you would do. Wherever you are in the cosmos, on any plane or sphere, your ability herewith will be the least, and all actions of yours will be ineffective, unless to the goodwill of others.
“You have been stripped of any creativity. No new design may be conjured by you, forthwith.
“You are free to travel the universe and assist souls who ask you of their help. To begin with, there is a vacancy for a ferryman going locally - you may convey passengers into this court. That will be all. Yang will escort you to your new employ."
No sooner said, then they were gone. Varnished, banished and vanished.
Then came the applause. Puck had finished his scribing and rolled it up neatly fixing his seal before filing the parchment away into a golden tube.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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