Anime Scenarios

~For All Eternity III~

A blessing and a curse....

What could that even mean? She thought restlessly. Aylin was fast asleep, her body exhausted after a long hectic day. It was a quiet, peaceful night. She could hear the distant hoots of owls nearby and the soft chirps of bats flying around the House of Lamentations. The bright round moon cast white rays of light through the window above her. She then suddenly thought of what the witches had told her on the day she was brought back to life, in their room. They had often used the word 'fate' as they explained the reason why they had decided to bring her back against her will. But what could they possibly mean about fate? How would I know what to expect? On the night of a full moon, she felt her mind twist and turn in confusing ways. As if it was controlled, she then opened her eyes and sat up. Her eyes shone like the sun as she got out of bed and walked out of her room, her body moving against it's own will. Aylin weaved her way quietly through the empty halls of the House of Lamentations, walking to Solomon's room and stopped just right before his door. With a simple lift of her palm, the door flew open and the sleeping boy was snapped awake from his sleep. 

"Wha- Aylin? What are you doing here?" He gasped, taken aback. His hair was disheveled and he was in T-shirt and sweatpants. Clearly unprepared, he backed away as Aylin approached him. Her powers forced him onto the bed, his hands and feet bound by an unexplainable force. A gust of wind morphed itself into a sharp dagger, it's hilt decorated with gems and spikes formed on at the end of it, holding a shimmering red diamond. 

"If this is my fate, then let it be." A whisper with a voice that didn't belong to Aylin, she lifted the dagger and Solomon tried to yank his hands free. He muttered a spell and sparks flashed, blinding her. As her magic was temporarily muffled, Solomon broke free and grabbed his wand. He casts a strong propelling force that shoved Aylin away. He spoke to her firmly, "You're being possessed, snap out of it. " 

She growled deeply as she regained herself and forced her hands together, golden flames burst into view and she yanked his wand away while binding Solomon into heavily enchanted iron chains. Her grip on him tightened as she began whispering a spell. The chains vibrated and Solomon struggled and kicked, angrily shouting at Aylin to stop. The commotion attracted attention and Satan dashed into the room. 

"Stop it Aylin, let go of him!" He ordered, morphing into a demon, his anger flaring. "Right now!" 

With one final breath, she released Solomon and he fell to the ground. Satan rushed to help him up and turned to Aylin. Sadly though, she was already gone, leaving the two of them in utter confusion. 

Back in her room, she locked the door and drew a Pentagram. She sprinkled some mountain ash and wither herbs, along with some incense and nightshade powder. She lighted some blood candles and let it's flames take over her room, as well as her body. With a deep breath, she sliced out some of her blood and let it trickle down onto the Pentagram, letting some of Solomon's stolen magic leak out together as well. With that, she then opened the spell book she had also stolen from the old witch and flipped it's faded papers. As she finally found the one she looked for, a triumphant laugh left her lips. Just what she needed. 

A demanding voice, a firm believe. She uttered the ancient language of demons and shamans, of sorcerers and witches that remained in hiding centuries ago, of those that had practiced magic but were burnt in fear and guilt. The words of the now forgotten language rolled off her tongue as her room was shaken violently and the curtains ruffled in the wind. Flames from the candle rose around her, forming a thick dense cloud of fire. As she deepened her use of magic and concentrating on it, the cloud of fire slowly began to take shape and it morphed into a medium-sized creature. 

The flames and the smoke faded, the wind dying down. Before her was a creature that is to always be kept under strong restrictions at all costs. It was a cat with smooth golden fur and black stripes all across it's back. The cat had long and sharp black claws,  six legs, deadly eyes that were a piercing red and a glowing red mark of a crescent moon on it's forehead. The cat also had two long horns on it's head, large wings and six tails with dangerous blades at it's ends. This wasn't any ordinary creature, it was a Greater Demon from the nine realms of hell. One of it's guardians. It stood in front of her in silence, it's tails moving gracefully across the wooden floor. Aylin knew just exactly what to do in order to form a pact with it. In exchange for total obedience and allegiance, the demon forms a pact with Aylin. With this, she can finally be ruler of the witch clan and take over the whole of Devildom.