"I, the master, the one you shall not behead? I am no witch, but a warlock my dear child! Haven't your fellow peers spoke of me?"
"No,sir."
"I'll deal with them later."
"Errm, sir?"
*Warlock looks down*
"What dose this exactly do?"
"Child you are in no position to ask questions but to only obey them, by me! Understand?!"
"yes..."
"Stand over there, close your eyes or you will be blinded by the magic."
"Please don't do this!"
"1....2....3...!"
Child is turned into a puff of smoke, and then sucked into the hand of the warlock.
"It's much more silent now...as it was 2,000 years ago."