Memory and Oblivion-Prologue by Alexander New

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And, it would also serve Sephalus's master a different purpose, but one just as important as this one. He opened the scroll case and began to read. After a few minutes he smiled and looked up again. His master would benefit greatly from this information. He chanted a spell and smiled again.
Everyone would mourn the assassination of the Speaker, and Rei-G'l would be blamed completely. After all, who but a bone elf could conceive a spell so vile? And by the time the greater part of Elvane gave up or caught Rei-G'l, his master would be firmly entrenched in his position as Speaker of Dead. The remaining factions would concede to his power, and the plan, set in motion so very long ago, would be complete. Sephalus smiled.

Rei-G'l smiled. That fool Sephalus hadn't warded his mind at all, so her divinations had easily broken in. He might have as well shouted his intentions at the top of his lungs. She knew the greater extent of his plans, and all that for false information about a long dead minotaur. When used properly, magic could do so much more than it seemed. Not that it would have taken much to fool the Elvane High Council. The godless fools were so concerned about inner threats that a few timely illusions could convince them a huge operation that could crush them was on the verge of being launched. Unfortunately, she still didn't know the name of Sephalus's master yet so her mood soured somewhat. But still, this was a great advancement for her cause.
And, I have this. Rei-G'l brought out the spellbook, which was bound in simple dark grey leather. It supposedly contained great secrets, according to a trusted source. Secrets long sought after by Rei-G'l. Secrets of magic and death. Of memories and oblivion. Secrets long considered immoral and dangerous even before the Descension, or the Transcension. Secrets of necromancy and the realm beyond death. Of lichdom. And, Rei-G'l shivered as she thought this, even though it would be many years before she could access this, if ever, of demilichdom.
Rei-G'l smiled.

"The guards made sure the scroll was safe, correct?" The Speaker asked.
"Yes, my lord, and I checked it myself also. It's safe," came Sephalus's reply.
"Very well then." The Speaker opened the scroll case and began to read. As soon as he read the first word, his body froze. But his eyes, forced by the enchantment laid in the words, continued on, as they were forced to read to the end. When he finished the last sentence, he began to melt.
At first, Sephalus didn't notice anything. That was acceptable. The necromancy was supposed to start at the feet first, and the Speaker was wearing boots.
Then he saw a puzzled expression cross the Speaker's face. Although the initial compulsion still held him, he was able to pull of his boots. Even Sephalus, who knew what the feet should theoretically look like, was forced to suppress a gasp.
There was no skin left on the Speaker's feet, and precious little muscle left, either. In many places you could see the bone.
Sephalus was very extremely pleased with the effects of this spell.