Vindicate || Devilish Sequel

Capitŭlum Quadraginta quattŭor

Hispania, 10th Century

An old conjurer had received the Supreme Wisdom by divine intercession. He managed to discover the art of magic and mastered it, thus discovering this hidden science. 

This man's name was Capricúo.

Capricúo was feared and admired by everyone in his village. The power of The Throne lay within his body. A mere human had the power of the Almighty. 

The conjurer sensed dark times were coming. He knew he had the duty to prevent the end of the world as they knew it for the sake of humanity. 

He looked at the sky and smiled. "The Star Of Bethlehem is in position. I must act now."

"Oh, Elohim. Please grant me your power." He pleaded to the sky. "Bless this mortal hands so with them I can carry out my duty, the destiny I have came to fulfil in this Earth you created."

He knelt down and put his hand together, closing his eyes. I will gather all the prayers of the ones who have died wishing for peace and salvation. I will invoke them in order to create the purest being. It will end our suffering and bring peace to this world, at last. 

The old conjurer opened his eyes and stood up. "It's the only way to end the darkness." He whispered to himself as he looked at the book in his hands. "In this grimoire I have gathered all the knowledge I have acquired during these years to fulfil the prophecy. Please do not fail me."

"Capricúo, Capricúo, stupid, decrepit magician wanna-be..." A mocking voice said. Then a dark figured voice emerged from the shadows. 

The old conjurer turned around and his body stiffed when he saw whom it was. "Lucifer." He whispered.

"Are you still trying to save the world?" The Devil was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest. A mischievous smirk crawling its way across and a wild spark dancing in his red eyes. 

"That is the reason why I am alive, demon." 

"Oooh, give it up already! Let it fall in eternal damnation." Lucifer waved his hand in the air dismissively. He then walked towards Capricúo and leaned closer. "The world looks much more beautiful when blood is shed. Don't you think?" He winked.

"In the ears of a fool speak not, for he treadeth on the wisdom of thy words." 

"You never get tired of quoting that damn book, do you?" The Devil closed his eyes and squeezed his temples. "No wonder you don't have friends and are a complete hermit. You should go out a little more, you know... Get some action."

"Why have you come?" Capricúo asked not hiding his revulsion and annoyance. "There is nothing here for a Creature of the Darkness." 

"Well, actually there is. You'll see... I need that grimoire of yours." He said pointing to the book in Capricúo's hands. "The Albanum Maleficarum." The Devil titled his head and smirk. "That book is too powerful to be in the hands of such..." His eyes slowly went from the grimoire to the man's face. "Fragile creature." 

Capricúo held onto the book tightly and pressed it even more to his chest. "This will never be yours. As long as I am-"

"Alive?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "You know we can arrange that right now."

The old man started whispering something in Latin and all of sudden a lighting came from the sky and landed just between them.

The conjurer took that chance to get away from the Devil and carry out the ritual.

"Fucking hell, is that how you want to play then?" Lucifer asked defiant looking at the sky. "If you don't even have the balls to get your holy ass of your shiny little throne and come down here to face me, do not interfere in this."

Capricúo knelt and began praying. "Elohim, please help me defeat all evil lurking in the darkness." He did the sign of the cross before opening the grimoire.

"Ego voco super omnes animas,

illa passisus est et quod fuisti victimae mali.

Te oro ut ad lumen et tenebras salvificem mundum.

Esto nobis, et illuminet.

Infans de lumine, nascor!"

"BLOODY HUMAN!" Lucifer screamed in rage. 

But it was already too late. The spell had been already casted.

As soon as Capricúo recited those words the sky started to become dark and wind was howling, it looked like a storm was coming. Thunders could be heard followed by bolts of lighting. 

Suddenly a blinded white light emerged from the grimoire and was left suspended in the air. 

Capricúo reached out his hand towards the light. "Listen to me, my dear Child of Light." The old man said, struggling with every word he said. "You are going to find the right vessel, someone worthy. And when that time comes, depending on whose hands it falls, it will ha-"

Suddenly he fell to the ground unconscious. 

Lifeless eyes wide opened. 

A trickle of blood came out of his ear and trickled down to the corner of his lips.

Capricúo was dead. 

The light circled around the old conjurer's death body and then shot out to the sky, disappearing into the night.

Lucifer approach the body and knelt down next to it. He grabbed the man's head and narrowed his eyes – an indescribable hate lay within them. "I told you not to play saviour. Look how it ended for you, old man. And for what? Absolutely nothing. You just failed because you made a terrible, terrible mistake." He smiled devilishly and abruptly let go of his head. Lucifer then looked at the sky. "I'm going to find you Child of Light. And once I do, you and the entire world will be mine." 

The Devil turned around and started walking towards the woods, becoming one with the darkness that resided within it.