The Last Song of a Pure Water

Prologue

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“You can do it, Aerylla,” sighing, I slam the book shut, causing an audible thud to be heard as I sneeze upon breathing in the flying dust.

          I draw a symbol on the floor, set the candles on its position and take my place before reciting the incantations. Down on my knees with closed eyes and my hands clasped, I wait patiently for a few moments.

          Tick tock, time flies.

          I should be opening my eyes by now yet I can't bring myself to do so, too scared to do so. I don't want to open my eyes just to be met with yet another gruesome reality—that I had failed.

          However, as time flows, it's clear that I would have to face that very reality sooner or later. There's no way to escape it. With one exasperated exhale, my eyes flutter open.

          The soft, gentle breeze embraces me as if comforting me, making me unable to hold back a low chuckle from escaping my lips for believing I would actually succeed this time—finding it ridiculous.

          “What are you laughing at, mortal?”

          I flinch at the sudden sound of a deep, low voice coming from behind me. I quickly turn around towards the direction of the sound—from my window.

          My eyes widen when I see a very pretty figure stand before me. Truly, his beauty is out of this world. His cold, sharp gaze that could pierce right through me makes him appear even prettier than he already is despite his intimidating presence.

          The first thing I noticed about him was how bloodshot red his eyes are. It's the darkest shade of red I've ever seen in my entire life. Like a crimson red—no, it is definitely bloody red. Hell, they even look like one. Like blood.

          Meanwhile, his hair is the darkest shade of all. It's as black as it can be with a few streaks that are the exact same hue as his eyes. Those features match his skin well. It is one that is pale, as white as the snow.

          As much as I would like to continue to take in the view, I can't. And that's because I'm on the verge of dying right now. He could be another robber trying to rob me.

          “W-Who are you?” stuttering, I finally muster enough courage to ask him while I point my dagger towards him.

          He scoffs. His eyes narrow in contempt upon hearing my question, as if it's a foolish thing to ask.

          “The demon you summoned from the deepest depth of my lair,” he states with an edge to his voice. “I am Damon Eligor, the second prince of the demonic realm.”

          I freeze in place, blinking dumbly for a good few times. Instinctively, I lower my dagger—it drops to the floor.

          So this isn't a failed attempt?

          Realizing that fact, I gasp. Both of my palms make their way to my mouth instantly. Shock fills all over my face. What's more, he's a very high-ranking demon!

          If only I could brag to everyone that I had managed to summon a demon second in line to the throne. But doing that would just make me face death sooner than I’m supposed to.

          “Now,” he glares. “You better have a good reason for calling me.”

          I gulp at his threat. His gaze is terrifying. A hand makes its way to the hem of cloth near my chest, clenching it slightly.