Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 57

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

 “Calm down, El.” Thallan whispered as his hold tightens around me but my vision started to blur with darkness seeping at my sight.

“Calm yourself up, El.” I held tight to Thallan’s arm as I tried to control my breathing, and simultaneously attempted to blink the blurring darkness off my eyes but to no avail.

Then the pressure building inside me bursts, filling me with eerie warmth that feels good and weird at the same time.

It’s like a latent part of my body awakened, giving me an uncanny sense of relief. It was the same sensation one can feel when you finally took off your shoes after a long day of work.

It’s an exhilarating phenomenon where I feel so light and warm, like I have this bubble around me that makes me untouchable.

It makes me feel invincible that I know I can easily conquer everything and it scares and excites me especially when something powerful surges through my veins, filing me with imaginable energy that I could run for miles without breaking a sweat.

“El, you need to calm down.” Thallan’s voice comes from my side and surprisingly enough I found him still holding me tight.

I wonder why he was telling me to calm down because I felt fine except for my eyes where I still see the odd black color lining around my eyesight like I'm wearing some sort of blinders, the ones that were used on horses, but other than that I feel fine –well I actually feel great.

“I'm calm–“ I heard my voice that sounds like not my own. It have the same quality as those of Thallan’s when he was in demonic form, like there’s two entity talking and fighting for dominance over a single body.

What’s happening to me?

“What’s happening to me?” Turning around to face Thallan, I voiced out my thoughts and noticed the concerned yet enraptured look of his face.

What now?!

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I watched her as she lounged on the bench with the sun shining glorious over her form while I pretend to train.

She moved in a more comfortable potion, draping her body over the length of the bench –a very fortunate bench.

I smiled to myself as I slashed my sword on an imaginary opponent while still keeping an eye on her.

After that fiasco with those two mortals, I couldn’t tear my eyes off her especially when I remembered a particular event that will be forever etched in my mind until eternity.

Breathtaking. That’s the only thing that I can describe Elisha as she stands before me with her features practically glowing, a strange yet fascinating radiant glow that comes out from within her like she was lighting up from the inside.