The King's Obsession

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C456 - Drink your tea soon! - Part 2

When the demons arrived at their hideouts by apparating back from the castle, most of them hadn't as they were dead and lying on the ground with torn heads or bullets in their head, Fjor dropped the dark angel on the ground.      

"What about the others?" asked one of the demonesses who had stayed back at the old ruins of the mansion.      

"They are still in the castle, and didn't heed to the call when we left," responded Greyson, not bothered if the demons who had gone along with him were dead. There were other things to bother, and useless lower demons were not of his concern right now. "Get the girl on the table. Once the moon is out, we will be starting the ritual. Did you get the silver knife?" he asked the demoness.     

"Yes, it is ready," she answered, and they pulled out a large table and placed it in the hall. The table was carved in markings with a pentagon designed on it and some words were written in demon language. Greyson watched Fjor and a fallen angel getting the girl out of the gunny bag before they put her on the table.      

"Tie her down with the binds. We don't want her lash out in the middle of the sacrifice," informed Fjor, and the demons got the ropes to tie the girl. As they put her in place, one of them asked,     

"Why are her clothes torn? If it weren't for the fabric of the dress, I would have thought that she's a maid."      

Fjor rolled his eyes, "This is the girl. Do you know how volatile dark angels are? They can harm their own body because of the power a dark angel possesses. Don't touch her hands and be careful. Unless you want to end up dead with blood splattered around."     

"Let me see. She's still unconscious," said a confident demon, when Greyson threw a stone at the demon.      

"Do as you are told and stay away from her hands. Walter said the last two times when her dark angel abilities appeared, she killed a whole bunch of demons and then a third level demon," said Greyson. "Now get to your job and stop wasting time!" he glared at the demons who quietly went back to continue their work. Candles were lit in the room and around the table, readying for the ritual.      

Greyson couldn't shake the thought of the vampire, whom he had encountered in the castle. His eyes widened when he realized who it was. It was the servant of their Lord. Thinking about this, he gritted his teeth. There was no way the devil existed. He hadn't shown up in years, and the demons only believed that he had been smote by an angel's trident.      

Maybe that fool of a servant found a new master to work under. Greyson didn't want to believe that the devil was in the castle at the same time when he was in there. This would only mean that they would need to get the sacrifice done as soon as they could.      

"Bring the soothsayer in here," ordered Greyson. He stood at the window, looking at the sky that was heavily clouded. When the soothsayer was brought in, he shuffled the sticks that were made from bones. "Why has the moon not appeared? You said tonight is the time where the moon would show up." The demon was not happy that the soothsayer had given him wrong information.      

The soothsayer bowed his head, "The moon should have come by now. I don't know why there's a delay but tonight is supposed to be the full moon night. Let me see." Shuffling the bones in both his hands, he then threw it in his bowl.      

"What does it say?" asked Fjor, his eyes watching the soothsayer who pursed his lips.      

"I don't know how it happened, but someone is delaying the time of the moon from appearing in the sky," replied the soothsayer.