The Celestial's Eccentric Emprise (Book I)

13 - A Blessed Event

They trudged along the path deep within the grove of bushes and trees near the Sanctum as the pain throbbed in Glaishur's chest. He kept a straight face and tried to tolerate it on his own so that he would not make the spider more concerned for him. Loodvigg slipped his hand into Glaishur's as he held it gently while scanning his eyes around the terrain, looking for signs of the rouge beasts that Clackula and Xyster have described. It was until there was a fork in the path that the three Celestials looked at one another.

"Now, who's going in which direction?" Furnross asked as he looked at the paths before him.

"It seems that these demons might have split up or something. I will go take the right side if you don't mind." He said as he pulled out the blades from his sides.

The Celestial of the Shadows looked up at the purple rakasha as he held his hand tighter as stood a bit taller.

"Glaishur and I shall go to the left. I have to keep an eye on him. The curse is working itself deeper within himself- I am sure we can find whoever is being commandeered by these demons."

The Celestial of Fire nodded while looking at the path before him.

"You two be careful out there and hang in there, Glaishur. We will come back here, or we might catch up with one another- whichever comes first. Then we shall go up the Sanctum and get the cure."

The moment he looked back at Glaishur and Loodvigg, the two were gone as they went deep to the path that they chose ahead of them.

Along the way, his breathing became sharper as Glaishur put his hand on his chest. The spider looked up at the Celestial of the Cold as he gently set his hands along the sides of his face while the bag was around his skinny body.

"Glaishur! Glaishur, what is wrong? Are you alright?"

The Celestial of the Cold looked at the spider as he put his red-webbed hands down from his face. He breathed in and out slowly, while the pain was unbearable as it throbbed in his chest. It was as if someone was beating the drum with sheer force. Loodvigg rummaged through the bag as he pulled out the healing potion. The moment he was about to untwist the cap, there was a bright red glow from Glaishur's chest as the two looked at it in shock.

Glaishur looked at Loodvigg as he panicked.

"Loodvigg! What is going on?!"

The spider stood there, dumbfounded. He could not find the right words to explain what is even going on, the words formed a rock in his throat as he looked at the glow at the rakasha's chest. Loodvigg was about to come closer to Glaishur, but the purple rakasha fell to his knees as he groaned in pain. He folded his broad arms around his chest as he bent his back forward. The Celestial of the Shadows quickly came up to Glaishur as he was about to give him the potion- until there was a bright flash of light, blinding the two Celestials as Glaishur was on the ground, gasping for air.

Loodvigg held the rakasha close to himself, hugging him for dear life. The Celestial of the Shadows was distracted looking at Glaishur as he ran his hands through his long purple hair, stroking it gently. The Celestial of the Cold looked up at the spider as he smiled while breathing softly. He could feel the soft, plush orange-golden feathers up to his face as the sweet aroma of the roses and cherry blossoms eased him down from the pain.

Glaishur then felt something sitting on top of his chest as he looked. His eyes were wide as he let out a dreadful scream. Loodvigg looked at Glaishur as he raised his eyebrow while hugging him.

"Glaishur! My goodness- what are you screaming like a girl at?" He shouted until his ruby-serpentine eyes caught a glimpse of the thing sitting on Glaishur's chest. The spider let out a hysterical cry as he backed away.