Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 37

RECAP:

“What are doing?!”

“Did you not hear me before? I'm using you for my new vessel. Just imagine a young body with the blood that can unlock the secrets of As-hur, a life essence that I can use and a bonded demon, all of that at my own disposal when I have your body.” She slowly explained as she placed the bowl on the stool and with a quick movement, she once again slice me through my arm, deep and swift that I didn’t have the chance to scream in pain as my blood gushed towards the bowl.

“You're crazy! You're crazy!” I tried to fight the rope that kept me immobile from the insanity of the woman before me but it only resulted for pain to shoot up in my arms.

“It will be over soon, Elisha. Soon..”

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I stared in horror as she once again raised her dagger high up towards me.

Oh my god! Is this the end of me? I once wished for death to come and claim me before but not in this way. Not in this method where I'm tied up like a sacrificial lamb, unable to fight or defend myself from a crazy witch that’s ready to butcher me. God, please not in this kind of way.

 

I pleaded in my head desperately, closing my eyes for the inevitable as the hand wielding that sharp dagger comes nearer and nearer but instead of the searing pain that I expected to feel when the cold steel met my skin, a sound of ripping cloth echoed on the dank cave.

My eyes automatically snapped open as Matilde methodically cut my pants away and I surely didn’t make it easier for her as I squirm and wiggle myself from her touch but despite my futile effort she still managed to cut away my clothing, leaving me shivering in the coldness of the cave in my underwear and T-shirt.

“I will surely enjoying having that young body of yours.” She grinned as she back away to inspect her handiwork and I spit every curse that I know in all language that I can speak of at her direction which only made her grin wider.

“You're brain-deep crazy!” She just laugh off my insults as she walks towards some sort of mechanism at the end of the pole that held me up and I gasped as a jolt in the rope above me causes pain to shoot through my abused and wounded arm, and I can feel myself being raised by the rope, my feet leaving the ground completely until with another jolt that made cry out once again, I was lifted by at least two feet above the floor, my feet swinging slightly in the air.

“Don’t worry, Elisha. It will be over sooner than you think but I apologize for a bit of pain that you will feel at the end of it.” She stated nonchalantly as if killing another human being is nothing but a simple stroll in the park.

“I don’t usually do this. I just drain the blood, the soul and the essence of my borrowed body away before I take over it but I need to preserve the properties of your blood, so I must collect it and let you bled out. Your soul will leave your body when I finished absorbing your life-essences and walah! An Instant borrowed body. I just need to consume your blood back and I will be reborn as a young Matilde, the one who holds the secrets of As-hur in her right hand and a demon on her left. I will become powerful! Isn’t it a wonderful plan?”

She then removed my shoes away, pushing my body slightly as she placed bowl right under me and I didn’t let this chance pass me by as I use the momentum of my swaying body to kick her right in the face, smirking proudly as blood spurts from her broken nose.