WALPURGIA ✔️

Chapter 36 - Satanic rituals

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There it was again – the staircase.

Before I enter: I should check where everybody was.

My third eye opened. 'Check on this houses' inhabitants.' Their auras appeared to me in vast colours, and different shapes. Nobody was moving around except Whitlock, who was always patrolling the house.

Genevieve was sleeping.

Clear. Everything was clear.

I flew up the stairs. The holes and bad wooden staircase would probably give me away if I walked on them.

Half the staircase later it turned from the dark and polished wood into black marble. It felt cold and uninviting.

Why was this place different? Why was it in a better state than the rest of the house?

There were no doors – I stopped dead in my tracks. No doors? No spell to hold me back?

Esme kicked into my hand – I didn't know whether she wanted me to continue or go back.

I was here already. And my curiosity wouldn't let me sleep anyways.

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Sheepishly I entered.

A foul stench almost made me gag. What on earth?

In front of me opened a long, black hallway with three rooms on each side, but without any doors.

Everything was tainted in a raven black colour; even the windows had been blacked out. I didn't remember seeing any upon my arrival.

Was this floor bewitched onto the house? Like my basement at home was?

A bad feeling spread through my body; but I forced myself to at least explore one room.

I took the first one to my left – bewitched objects laid in front of me.

The stench was weaker in this room – I took a deep breath and entered the room fully.

Chests, candles, grimoires, wands, potions, feathers on a string, herbs, carvings in the floor and on the ceiling – as I wanted to touch a knife, my hand tingled.

'Long lost', my magic talked to me after what seemed like an eternity. 'Or long hidden?' 'You mean these are magical objects which have been lost?' I stopped from touching anything. 'Not lost, but stolen by your ancestor. I wouldn't touch them; many hold sealed up daemons who are just waiting to spread fear and destruction.'

Jezebel came to my mind; I immediately retreated my hand and spun around, jolting out the room.

The stench was even worse now – where the hell did it come from?

I took a deep breath; it seemed to come from the rooms in the back.

'You should check it out.'

My feet moved – but I stopped as I caught something in the corner of my eye. The second room on the right side was where I was headed.

Not because of the stench.

But because of a book I had seen before. The one which Mario had showed me; the one that had taught me my ancestry.

I dug around for a while, always refreshing my spell before it ran out.