Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 56

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*WARNING* Contains some vivid description of violence, brutality and sexual nature.

“Don’t move, El. If you value your life, don’t move an inch and don’t you dare run.” Fuxal said somewhere in the back and even if I want to search for his whereabouts, something in my head tells me that I should maintain eye contact with Thallan.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

My chanting continues until I found Thallan standing infront of me, his height advantage made it hard to look him in the eyes yet I prevailed by craning my head back uncomfortably.

A predatorial energy oozed from him, making it hard to stay where I am when my instincts are shouting at me to run as fast as I could and it overwhelmed me when stepped closer.

My hands instinctively rise up to his contoured chest to stop his advance and to prevent him from crowding over me.

“Tuatha Dé Danann.” He breathed, his face looking down at me and I noticed that his hands which he placed on the either side of my head were buried deep against the cemented wall as his nails easily penetrated the hard surface.

“Fucking Hell. Truly not good.” I heard Fuxal’s muttering at the same time that Thallan’s head dipped towards me, his fangs glinting palely on the low light.

Oh God..

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A whooshing sound jolted me awake from my sleep and looking around, I saw Thallan practicing with his sword nearby.

Lounging back on the bench while enjoying the warmth of the sun against my skin, I watched with rapt attention on the graceful way that Thallan swings his slightly curved sword around, moving in an elaborate movement like he was dancing in tune with some music that only he can hear.

The muscles on his bare back and shoulder flex and contracts as he moved and his footwork were calculatedly mesmerizing, merging it all into a deadly dance of blade.

His movements alone give off an aura of deadliness and I shivered at the remembrance that I witnessed that deadliness in action.

Everything that happened on that day were painted very vividly on my mind now and only time can tell when will I forget it –if I ever forget the sickening image of mangled flesh and bones of what once have been Adrian.

I still couldn’t fully understand what happened to Thallan on that day.

I remembered that the moment his head dipped towards my neck with his fangs exposed, knowing for sure that he was going to tear my throat out when suddenly he froze into a standstill –literally.

I just stood for several seconds under the bend of his body, holding my breath and not moving when I realized that he was frozen like a statue and I found myself being pulled away by Fuxal.

And there I found that everything were frozen in place like someone just pressed a pause button and everything just ceased moving with the exception of me and Fuxal.

“Fuxal?” I whispered in total disbelief and the ‘play’ button activated, and everything went haywire as I was roughly pushed aside and a fight ensues.

I saw nothing but a tangle of body, claws and fangs mingling with assorted growls and snarls as the two demons locked into a fight and when they managed to broke free from each other’s grasps, all I saw was blood –a lot of it from both of them.

Against my better judgment, I jumped between them went I saw them starting to pounce on each other; Fuxal fortunately managed to stop himself but unfortunately Thallan didn’t as his body hit me hard, knocking us both on the floor.