Immortal. (Book One) ✔️

Chapter Fourteen - First Night In Corodin. (Edited.)

Chapter Fourteen.

First Night In Corodin.

Part One.

       The burial was short and sweet. Although everyone had something nice to say about Katia, they broke down halfway through and couldn't go on. She was buried in a purple dress, holding a bunch of white lilies in her left hand, and her sword in the right.

Afterwards they gathered in the entryway and waited for Jovah to take them to Corodin. They could hear him banging about in his office, most likely running around packing up the last of his things. Last time they had gone anywhere he had forgotten his wand, which he had not been happy about. He'd made Cody and Victoria portal back to get it.

He left his office with his wand in his hand, "Was about to ask if you'd remembered your wand this time." Cody said.

"Yep. Had it in my hand the whole time to make sure." Jovah smiled. "Right, are we ready?" He looked around at everyone, some looking nervous, but the older ones looked more bored. "Okay, then."

He brought up his wand, an old battered looking thing. A bright blue light beamed out the tip of it and formed a small oval shape which grew bigger after a moment or so, until it was the familiar turquoise oval that they were used to.

The younger ones would have to have a trainer go with them, but the older ones could go on their own, all they had to do was concentrate on the place they were going. The younger one's had never been to Corodin, so would have to go with Victoria and Andrei.

A marble floor greeted them with a loud bump and several screams of pain from the younger demon hunters who hadn't got used to falling properly.

Luckily, though, there were proper training facilities here in Corodin, and the trainers would even summon demons for extreme training. The younger demon hunters wouldn't be doing that, not yet anyway. It was the main thing that Jayden was looking forward to.

They were in the Council Hall in Corodin. The red and black marble floor seemed to go on forever, and the walls, higher than any they had seen in Ayda and Aura, were painted a dark grey, with the lightbulbs hanging from golden chandeliers on the ceiling above casting shadows along them.

There were small plants flowering on tables to the sides of the room, large paintings that had faded over the years. The people in them staring out over the hall, as if keeping watch.

Kirstie stumbled on her twisted ankle and fell into a small table which had a white vase and a bunch of pink roses on it. She straightened it up and looked back to see that everyone had turned to look, startled by the loud noise in the quiet hall. "Sorry." She smiled nervously.

She carried on walking forward with the others, through the middle of the large hall. A long table ran down the centre, with at least twenty chairs around it. Long candle sticks, empty, all in a line in the middle of the table.

A long white tablecloth covered the heavy oak, draping almost to the marble floor. The chairs were painted a golden-yellow colour, with red velvet seats, each of them pulled out ready for someone to sit on.

The eyes of the people in the paintings seemed to follow everyone as they walked. One was a painting of Jovah, or at least it looked like him. Jovah glanced up at the painting and stopped in his tracks.

"That," he said, smiling. "Is my uncle. Jeremiah. He was a very famous and well-loved Demon hunter trainer. He had defeated more demons than I have in my whole life by the time he was thirty." He carried on walking, the smile still lighting up his face.