Demonic Spell II

Recipe 13

 

 

What will be my answer? Elisha thought to herself as she stared hard on their clasped hands. Do I really want Thallan back? Or will he be willing to come back to me? Can I stay long without seeing him? Elisha shook her head at her last question. No, she won’t be able to stay long without seeing Thallan. Look at what she already done to herself; she drunk herself to oblivion, luckily enough Fuxal was there to save her from her own destruction.

“Yes.. I agree.”

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The warlock walks through the darkened passages of the barn he staked as his own, his hide-out and sanctuary for the time being during his self-recuperation. His right sleeve flapped uselessly by his side as he strode angrily towards his working area.

He became obsessed in keeping himself safe after his unfortunate confrontation with demon that rendered his right arm useless and paralyzed. He was also become more intrigue with the demon itself as he learned Thallan’s duty as a Keeper in Hell and his hierarchical status but he was most interested on who summoned him; who had the power and ability to conjure a powerful demon when even he, in all of his years of searching and trying couldn’t even manage to do so.

He felt it long before he saw him but it was way too late to escape especially when the said Demon was actually standing and waiting for him INSIDE of his protective barrier, so he pulled himself up and bravely face his otherworldly nemesis.

“You really thought that you could hide from me for long. I want answers, Warlock.”  Sitting in a nonchalant manner in the armchair that was owned by the warlock, Thallan calmly asked the warlock as the latter tried to hide the shudder coursing on his body.

“I’ll answer your questions under one condition.”  The warlock asked in desperation. He was spreading out his cards because he knew by instinct that this demon was not here to chat.

“I think you’re not in the position to negotiate.” Thallan said as serenely, his voice a total opposite of a raging hatred in his eyes.

“Just accept it, Demon and I will give whatever information that you’re looking for.”

“Say your part, Warlock then I’ll decide from it.”

“Spare me. Don’t kill me and I will answer all of your questions the best that I could.”

“So you’ll tell me everything in exchange that I’ll spare you from death now?”

“Yes.”

“Agree.”

The warlock stares at him, dumb-struck by how easily Thallan agreed on his bargain.

“A blood compact first, Demon. I don’t trust you that much to believe your words without the power of blood compact.” The warlock negotiated, feeling more powerful as seconds passed by.

“Of course.” Thallan sneered at him, flashing him a view of his deadly fangs that always send lesser mortal and creature in a groveling mess, and it took all of the warlock’s will to act unaffected by this but deep inside he was quivering with fear.