Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 38

RECAP:

“Fuxal!” I shouted, ignoring the fact that Nualla already disappeared as I strode towards my cousin, shocked and confusion visible on his face.

“Release me. NOW!”

“Oh no way, Thallan. You haven’t finished the task I ordered for you to do so do-“

“RELEASE ME!” I roared at him, the nagging feeling seems to pull at my head, making my brain throb painfully.

“What crawled to your ass and you’re-“

“DAMN IT! I'm being summoned! RELEASE ME!” I cut him off because with nothing to distract me, the sensation just got stronger and more persistent than before, and if I don’t respond to it immediately, my brain will surely burst into tiny pieces.

Suddenly the barrier that prevented me from transporting to the Mortal Realm eased down and I look at Fuxal who just shrug back at me before he dematerialized, leaving me all alone in remains of a fortress.

Closing my eyes, I let the summoning call guide me to where my summoner, Elisha is calling me, and I roar at the sight and scent that assaulted me when I materialize at my destination.

Blood.

So much blood.

Blood everywhere.

Her blood.

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There’s blood everywhere, blood pooling in small puddle on the earthen floor, blood painting the cave walls and blood cloying the dank cave air.

I can smell the blood of the witch here, a disgusting combination of the rotting flesh of her borrowed body and the lingering scent of her corrupted soul.

Another scent also lingers in the air, a shapeshifter’s blood, a strong musky and earthy smell.

Werewolf.

But my senses pushed those other insignificant odors aside as it searched for the scent that pulls through every fiber of my body. The owner of the aroma of innocence and power that still imparts their powerful essence in my veins.

The one that summoned me from the pits of Hell..

Elisha.

My eyes made a quick sweep on the dark cave and my sight confirms what my nose smelt, blood, flesh and gore covers the ground. The darkness failed to hide the evidences in my eyes as I can see through the dark as clearly as I can see on a broad daylight and I bared my fangs when I see them.

The witch is gaping at me with insanity and fear clear in her eyes while she tightly grasped a silver dagger that was drenched with blood in her hand and that’s when my eyes turn to the figures on the ground.

My mind was filled with killing rage when I found a frightened Elisha looking at my direction, she was trapped beneath the hulking mass of the werewolf and unable to move or defend herself but before I could move to her aid, the witch attacked and pounced upon me like a crazed panther, wielding that dagger like deadly claws.

A felt a searing pain and a gasp from Elisha when the dagger made contact with my flesh, swearing loudly when I realize that it’s not a common weapon but one forged in the black fires of Hell, a weapon that can and will be able to kill demons and other supernatural beings.

I whisked the blood trailing in my forearm, the wound will heal slower than it used to be because of the dagger and I looked back at the frightened face of Elisha, wondering if the witch managed to use it on her.