Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 30

I saw a hand covered with multicolor bangles shot out to reach me, the same time that I heard a warning growl following not far behind me.

"What in the name of hell?!"

The owner of the hand shouts out loudly as I was roughly pulled out of the way while the figure darted past me towards the room in a blur of movement.

Entangled by the bedclothes, I tumbled unceremoniously just outside the door as series of growl and snarls resonated from the place that I recently vacated.

The whole house tremble and groan as the unworldly growls shake it to its very foundation.

Picking myself up from the floor, I was immediately assaulted by an imminent sense of danger. It's as if whatever threat that I felt before from Thallan tripled, in a sense that I can actually feel it humming through my system and floating in the air.

"Damn it!" 

A curse followed a body hitting the wall with a solid thump near me made me crouch down in defense and fear.

Bracing my hands on the wall with my body rigid in readiness when the need to flee arise, I cautiously looked up on the new entity that I know from instinct is the same one that somewhat pushed or pulled me out of danger.

The first thing I saw is a pair of knee-high leather boots studded with silver and sparkling red stones.

Rubies?

My ever observative eyes missed nothing as I survey whoever it is that might or might not add to the threat that Thallan already made.

 My eyes travelled upwards, passing through the tightest pair of red tights I ever seen followed by a lithe body covered by white leather jacket, intricately embroidered by blue and gold threads  and ridiculously cuffed with lace.

Finally, my eyes reached the most perfect and sculptured face I ever seen, a face that is so clear that it made me think of ivory statues and a pair of scarlet eyes that rivals the rubies on this man's boots that are looking at me with curiosity and amusement.

I could not stop myself from flinching back when ‘he’ suddenly moves, folding his sleeves away from his arms and, exposing a display of strange marking and tattoos on both of his pale forearm.

RED EYES?!

Then realization hit me hard, making me stumble back down on the floor again.

Its.. he is a demon as well!

I quickly took in on how he looks more closely, this particular demon looks like he is a mutation of gothic and Victorian with his multicolored hair and Victorian clothing.

A thunder-like sound made my eyes snap back inside the door and I have an unobstructed view of Thallan as he slowly stalks forward, tense and stiff just like a tightly drawn bow, ready to fly and kill at a slightest provocation.