Chapter 6

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As Ren went to sleep that night he was tossing and turning. He shouldn't have gone to see her. Ari his Achilles heel. He rolled over to look at the clock. It was 3:47am, the witching hour was coming near to an end.

Ren's hands linger his body feeling the scars and shame. His body was like a shattered glass vase pieced back together. But today, someone knocked it off the shelf again. This time it shattered like nothing...

Ren sat up. I can't live like this anymore. He said to himself.  Ren crawled out of bed looking ghostly, his hair tangled. He walked around in his boxers and nothing more. He looked out of the window to watch the stars. They calmed him on nights like these.

He turned and grabbed the robe off the back door and slid his arm's through it feeling cold fabric. It sent little shivers up his spine. Ren put  his slippers on and hastily went down the stairs to his living room.

Quiet as a mouse he creeped into what looked like a storage room under the stairs, Ren made sure not to wake Hallow. When entering the 'storage' room it turned out to be a big parlor full of dark magic artifacts. Ren walked behind the big bar that stood there and poured him a glass of absence. A strong liquor that makes people forget...

He sat himself on a big couch with the book of souls. The couch was an old couch made of fabric with red and white stripes. Ren remembered that his grandmother put a seal on it to keep evil energy from possessing it. He snagged the book on his way to relax with his glass. He placed the glass on the table and started flipping the pages.

'The windows to the souls, the lost souls, Soul Ties' Ren read in his head flipping through the book. He sighed feeling that nothing can help his broken soul.

He flipped to a full black page, it had little demons on it (male and female). It had the words, 'Healing the Souls with a Helper' It caught Ren's attention as he read the summoning spell. 'Maybe this could help?' Ren thought to himself as he stood up.

Ren rushed to the big shelf. He held the book in one hand while  grabbing the materials he needed with the other. He then placed it all on the coffee table that sat in the middle of the room. He examined the room, Ren needed to make space. Shoving the couches aside with a grunt, then pulling the coffee table alongside the couches. Grabbing the materials, he placed them out on the floor. He made a symbol on the floor out of black salt and placed white salt on the outside of the black salt for protection. In the middle of it all sat a dark arts crystal from the underworld his great grandma got for him when he was little. Ren cleansed the area and then placed the other things needed.

He sat in the circle of salt with the book sitting on an altar on the outside of the circle. He followed the instructions, slicing his hand open with a long silver blade, he chanted the indentation as his blood poured onto the crystal. Then placed it in the middle the blood fell out of his hands and into the salt. The salt that was once black was now glowing red...

Despite his back burning, he kept chanting. He felt the energy that he had draining from him, all of a sudden he blacked out.

Everything went dark...

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