WALPURGIA ✔️

Chapter 31 - Fighting my daemons

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 Her powers sucked us both into a hole, away from my safe heaven.

The noise of loud air being sucked in filled my ears. I felt as light as a feather, but also as heavy as the world at the same time. What travelling spell was this?

I didn't dare to look back at the daemon – I needed to act.

Desperately I tried to cling onto the dimension I had been in a few seconds ago. I shook my hands and my cords sprung out my body – red, yellow, orange, pink, blue, green, brown, white, silver and gold – and they all took shape. Crescent moons, roots from trees, the sun, star constellations – my cords snatched onto the very essence of our world, of the past I had been stuck in, but it was futile.

They dissolved – the shapes, colours and humming noises of the radiating magic were swallowed.

I was stuck to Jezebel no matter how hard I tried to free myself.

I called forth every colour again – I can't give up yet.

Diane had a green aura – my green cord snatched onto her in the shape of a flower.

Whitlock had a black aura – my powers reached out to him. The shape of a full moon.

Genevieve – was white, pure and pure. A weaver. A colour that bore all the others, granted life to the different types of magic.

This surely would be the strongest chain to keep me in touch with my world.

My cord tightly wove around hers, in the shape of the Gladiola – woven with every colour and every knot.

Jezebel laughed.

Futile. Futile. Futile. She whispered, cackling. All your efforts are futile.

As if we were in a tube, we drove were tightly surrounded, drifting further and further away from my new home. The once colourful world turned pitch black and numbingly quiet. The air noises still echoed in my ears. Then a glint of blood red appeared. Sangria purple. Jade black. Spruce blue. Fog grey.

The sound of something being stretched filled my ears.

I looked away from the colours that had been surrounding us.

My cords.

They were being stretched apart.

Until-

Snap.

They all broke under the pressure.

"NO!"

No bonds that bind you anymore. Jezebel broke out in a hysterical laughter. A marionette without its cords. I'm your new player now.

The abyss that was left swallowed us.

"She who fights with monsters should be careful lest she thereby become a monster.

And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee."

Jezebel bent forward, and I looked directly into her black eyes.

I am the abyss. She smiled.

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I got lost in her eyes.

We landed in a lake.

Jezebel let go of me – and I fell.