Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 20

“You're bleeding.”

Huh? I looked at myself and feel my body for any pain but found nothing.

What is he talking about? Then I saw him staring hard on my right hand. That is when I realize that blood is soaking through the cuff of my blouse.

The buttons of the cuff popped out in my haste to see why I'm bleeding, I gasped in both fear and shock when I saw an invisible force engraving itself in the inner skin of my forearm. The distinct iron-smell of blood permeated the air as it flows uncontrollably from the wounds.

I didn’t feel an ounce of pain as lines and curves mutilated my skin, each cuts sliced my skin as easily and as smoothly as slicing a chunk of butter with a hot knife.

The carvings on my skin continue while I just watched in horrified silence until a symbol was etched deep in my skin, bloody and sordid.

I gasped when the wound produced a sizzling sound and right before my eyes the lacerations healed themselves, leaving only a pale brown scar in their wake.

I cautiously touched the scar and to my disbelief I found out that it’s embedded within my skin the same way a tattoo did not the bumpy-scar like texture that I expected it to be.

What is happening here?

I heard a hiss infront of me and my eyes snap back to the demon whose face slowly contorts in pain when the same mark appears on his forearm in trails of burning flesh. The same invisible force that marked me mark him in a different way, it was etched in his forearm as if a blow torch were used in him. The marking looks exactly similar to a branding as his skin sizzles and smokes leaving behind an ebony-black mark similar to what I have.

I heard a loud growl so different from what I heard from him before and it made my hair stand in fright. The threatening growl reverberated throughout the attic, rattling the glass window in the process and toppling over some of the equipment displayed in the cabinet.

I quickly back away from the circle and from him, there’s something disconcerting on how he acts now. He just stood steadfast in the middle of the circle but the way his whole body vibrated along with the low rumbles of his growls scares the life out of me.

Run now!

Run Elisha!

This time I didn’t argue with the warning voice in my head as I made a quick dash towards the door. I heard a terrible roar behind me and I could not help but sneak a glance back to him and saw the barrier shattered like a glass, which pushes me to run faster than before.

I'm almost at the door and safety when a force hits me hard that it sends me careening towards the bookshelf in the opposite side of the room, the cabinet groans as my body hits it hard. I sit up groaning with the sharp pain on my side and I gingerly lifted by blouse to see a large redness in my torso, a humungous bruise in the making.

“Mortal, you never knew what contentment was. You got everything in this world.” The buzzing in my ears caused me to hear him faintly as he strode towards me.

“You got a living soul. You experiences emotions and feelings that are devoid to us. You are favored by the creators themselves so why you had to enslaved me.” I flinched in fear as his voice oozed with deathly threat resounded around me and all thoughts left my mind when I saw him picked the letter opener that I dropped before.

Runaway Elisha!

Adrenaline rushed through me. If I could get myself out of the attic I could flee and hide in the Panic room.

I pushed myself off the ground despite the burning pain in my side when I saw my opportunity to escape. In my haste to get away from him I didn’t noticed the runic stones scattered on the floor, the same ones the Grandma claimed to use to seek answers to her questions. I slipped and in the instant I felt a sharp pain in my head and everything went black.