Stories of Love In The Air

(PR) The wizard's devil ✔️

Ok so quick warning.
This turns VERY graphic near the end.
They play with dead bodies and Phayu drinks blood while fucking.
Skip that part of it's not your cup of tea.

Rain's pov:

I exhaled slowly as I sat back on my knees, looking out at the small crowd of people gathered around the altar I was on.

Expressions reflecting disinterest, disdain, coldness, smugness, calculation, were all I could see.

The people that I served my whole life, the ones I loved selflessly, have gathered to condemn me like this.

The ones who gave me nothing but pain, isolation, and ignorance, and yet, the ones I so foolishly loved.

The ones I called family, the ones who refused to address me the same way, always considering me too far beneath them for such a title.

How idiotic I was.

How delusional I was.

In this moment, right now, my mind feels the clearest I've ever felt.

All the delusions, foolish dreams, and lies have been lifted.

I can clearly see it all now.

How hopeless of a dream I had been living in. Thinking I could ever be anything to these people.

And yet...

The clarity brings with it no relief. No reprieve.

The fate that awaits me just a few minutes in the future, is about to be a thousand times more despairing than the reality I can now see in front of me.

I adjusted my position, feeling the ropes wrapped around my torso and arms digging into my skin, undoubtedly leaving marks.

The person I called my father stepped forward, holding a black book in his hands.

The book of the devil.

My family, that prides itself in it's magical power, could not handle the fact that the last few generations' powers have been dwindling.
That with each new child, the magical powers keep reducing.

So now, they've decided to join hands with the devil, to increase their powers. So no one would ever find out, that the Nuttarats ever came close to becoming mere humans.

And of course, they chose me as the sacrifice to seal the deal. The life that is to be exchanged for the power they want.

The child with so little power that it might as well be non-existent. The one that is a stain on the family name. The one that should have never been born.

"Be grateful. Your life will bring us back our glory. This way, your measly existence will serve some use." The one I called my father spoke in a loud but flat voice.

I smiled dryly at his words.

Right.
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I didn't look back even as the dark winds around me picked up as my father chanted the spell which activated the magic circle that was drawn under me.

Me seeing it will make no difference to my fate.

I can feel the evil emanating off the gusts of wind and the menacing presence of the gate behind me.

"We offer you a life, in exchange for power. A deal, our glory in exchange for the life of this boy." My father spoke in loud voice.

I could hear the gates creaking open, shivers running down my spine at the dark magic that escaped frm them.