Spiritus Animalis (Empath #2) ✔️

Chapter Twenty-One

Peter spent the rest of his time upstairs and in his room. Ever since they got back from the house and nearly defeated his ex-friends. He kept thinking about what Jennifer was saying especially about the Tarot cards. The tower, the devil, and Grim reaper cards. To him he thought all about the Grim reaper and how it was possible that there would be piles of bodies.

Peter shuddered at the thought he couldn't stop thinking about how many people could die. Even to him, the number of bodies didn't even begin to scratch the surface. Then there was the tower, he pulled that card out and stared at it for a long while. The flames roared through the windows and people fell to their demise. That reminded him about how terrible the world would be if the princes of hell were to be released. That then pertained to the realization of the devil card.

The goat-like head always stood out to him as he was always terrified of the devil. Even when he first joined the cult. His hands became all sweaty and he threw the cards against the wall. His head pounded. All thought process ceased; a quiet whimper came from behind him. He turned to find the gorgeous white wolf. She was staring at him with concern.

"I'm fine girl," Peter said.

The white wolf jumped off the bed and walked over to him. She nudged him putting her head against his hands. Peter smiled and ran his hand through her soft white fur. He remembered when he first came across the lovely white wolf he named, Glacia. Glacia came to him when he struggled to find where he fit in.

~Two years ago, ~

Peter walked through a park his thoughts bashing his head with so many things going on in his life. Ever since he joined his friends in summoning rituals. There were times when he wished Ezra were with him. Now he wanted to talk to his angel but ever since he did what he did to the angel, he wasn't exactly on good terms.

Peter arrived at a park bench, he sat down and began surfing through his phone, going through his backpack he pulled out some cracker sandwiches and was about to eat it when he heard growling coming from the shrub. A set of green eyes watched him. At first, Peter remained frozen, unsure of what he should do.

The white wolf stepped out, poor thing was limping and extremely skinny. Instead of him eating his crackers, he held it out for the wolf. The white wolf approached him and slowly ate the crackers.

"Aren't you pretty?" Peter smiled.

Peter placed his hand on the wolf, and it instantly licked him.

"Thank you," The wolf stated.

Peter's eyes grew wide as he hadn't expected the wolf to talk.

"Did you just talk?" Peter asked.

"You can understand me?" the wolf questioned.

Peter blinked. The wolf got excited.

"Do you have a name?" he wondered.

The wolf tilted her head. Peter assumed that was a no.

"Okay, I'll call you... Glacia!" Peter announced.

*~*~*

Peter's thoughts were smashed as soon as he heard someone knock on his door. Turning away from the wolf, he got up from the chair and approached the bedroom door. Standing on the other side was none other than Althea and Abigail. Of course, Peter saw a barred owl sitting on Althea's shoulder.

"Um? What's with the owl?" Peter asked.

"Shush," Althea stated. "He's my damn spirit animal,"

"We need your help," Abigail chimed in. "You were able to talk with your spirit animal and we were wondering if you could teach us,"

Peter stayed quiet before letting the girls in.

"Okay, but I don't want any complaints," Peter warned.

*~*~*

Mammon found a stone space hidden deep in the woods, after Abigail had somehow defeated him and rescued the angels. Not that it mattered since Ezra was already turning human. He remembered all too well the warnings that other angels, fallen and heavenly alike warned ahead of time.

Mammon pulled out a spell book and opened it to the main ingredients page. However, unlike the first spell that summoned him, he still needed to get different ingredients. Placing his finger down the parchment of the leather-bound book, he read off the ingredients.

Blood of a fallen angel

Tears of misery

Grace of an angel.

Mammon read and reread the ingredients despite knowing he could get the ingredients easily, there was a slight problem. He couldn't get close to getting the tears of misery or the grace of an angel. Mammon touched his smooth chin deep in thought and hoping to plot everything out. He'd been deep in thought to a point where he forced himself to focus. Footsteps sounded from somewhere in the forest. Stunned, the prince of hell hid the book and readied his weapon expecting to see the angels. However, the only people who came out was none other than the Servants of Evil.

Annoyed, Mammon lowered his weapon. The servants were dressed in their dark clothes, Jennifer wore a dark purple shirt with a black skirt. She wore black tights and boots that went up to her knees. Adam wore a black and white outfit which made him look weird and not normal. Mammon made a mental note to scold them for doing what they did. However, something was off with Alex. It was like he'd been lost in thought or contemplating his choices.

"Sorry we're late sir," Jennifer said. "But we had to deal with a few things,"

Mammon frowned. What else could the idiots be doing rather than helping him get the damn ingredients.

"While you dumbasses were busy doing nothing, I was getting ready to gather the ingredients," Mammon responded.

Jennifer, Alex, and Adam turned away; Mammon assumed that they were embarrassed. The demon groaned.

"How about you three help me find the ingredients?" Mammon ordered. "And don't screw this up," he continued. "You know how Lucifer doesn't like to be kept waiting,"

The servants bowed and took off leaving Mammon alone with his thoughts.