Her Purpose || Kai Parker

Chapter 123

Flashback

Driven by vengeance, Chthon eventually found his way back to the group that had once given him and his mother shelter. As he entered their midst, there was a flicker of recognition in their eyes.

Those who remembered his story, or had heard tales of his mother's tragic life, watched him with a mixture of wariness and intrigue. To them, he was no longer a mere boy but a man cloaked in mystery, with a dark purpose radiating from him like an aura.

In a moment of boldness, he revealed the book he had created-a tome of inscriptions unlike any they had ever seen.

When they touched it, they sensed an unusual magic pulsing from its pages, a form of power that defied all conventional understanding. It was not bound by incantations or spells but seemed to flow directly from Chthon's own will. The witches and warlocks recognized at once that this was no ordinary magic; it was something else entirely.

Standing before them, Chthon shared the truth of his lineage, exposing the painful secrets that had driven him to seek revenge. He asked for their aid in his quest to defeat the man he now knew to be his father. But the witches hesitated.

To kill a divine being, they warned, would disrupt the natural order, tipping the scales of existence itself. Despite their caution, Chthon's resolve was unshaken.

He promised them that if they joined him, he would share the knowledge contained within his book, teaching them how to wield magic unbound by the traditional rites and rituals. With this knowledge, they would no longer have to worship or fear anyone.

Some in the coven, drawn to his promise of liberation, felt compelled to join him. Others, wary of the consequences, chose to remain faithful to the old ways, devoted to the balance of nature. Chthon respected their decision and took his leave, joined by those who had sworn their allegiance to him.

Among his followers were four sisters: Anora, Lydia, Agnes, and Lana. They had known of Chthon since they were young and saw in him a power that beckoned them like nothing else. With fervent dedication, they studied the pages of his book, absorbing the knowledge he shared. They quickly learned that every act of magic carried a cost, a sacrifice that was as mysterious as it was powerful.

In time, these sisters and their companions took their newfound knowledge and shared it with others. Across distant lands, witches and warlocks eager for strength and freedom adopted these practices, delving into the darker arts with a hunger for power that rivaled their teacher's.

These practitioners became known as dark witches, and Chthon, the one who had shown them the way, was recognized as the first dark warlock.

Yet, even as his followers flourished and his influence spread, his quest remained unfinished. He continued to search tirelessly for his father, his resolve never faltering despite countless setbacks.

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Chthon gathered his followers in a dimly lit circle, the pages of his ancient tome spread open before him.

His gaze was intense, a fire flickering in his dark eyes as he explained the ritual-an invocation powerful enough to summon the very being he had sought for so long.

He called it the "Sacrifice of the Three Kinds," a spell that would unleash immense energy, enough to tear the veil between realms.

But to fuel such magic, he explained, they would need to make sacrifices that would strike at the heart of nature's creations, violating the order that world held so sacred.

The first sacrifice would be humans, the people of his mother's community who had shunned her, casting her out with scorn. He had not forgotten their cruelty, the way they had left her isolated and vulnerable.