World of Sacrifice

Chapter 13 Before

Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood, like Sarah Montgomery. It's sad, she had a chance to live a normal life with normal friends and a normal family. But she had to be born with the blood of a celestial spirit running through her veins. She was created for Aeonian to return to this plain. The one I loved, the one that felt so much that eventually, she started to feel nothing. I don't mean to tell you this to find sympathy for her. Anyone can mourn a hero but only a hero can mourn a villain and she mourned so much that instead of living to be the hero she became the villain we all fear.

I used to not feel anything for her. She was just some bitch that took me in and trained me to be her ultimate soldier. After learning her past I understand now why she acts the way she does. She was a new breed rising with fire in their eyes that don't fear a thing because they already died. I wish I could give her a better life but I can't. I can only make the one she has now a bit better and if that meant lying to her face than that is what I will do.

After she left me for what I thought was the last time I would ever see her again I got a summons. A mortal called to me in my original language, now being the idiot I am I thought it was Aeonian calling to me on the mortal plane of earth. I couldn't have been more wrong. I knew something was wrong the moment I emerged from one of the portals Aeonian made for us to travail in. I was in a large ballroom with several humans in hoods surrounding me in a circle. I looked on the floor and moaned.

"A demon summoning, really? You couldn't have tried something a little neater?" Blood was smeared all over the floor covering the obviates chalk pentagram.

"Demon, you speak?"

"I can't believe it worked!"

"With this, we can live forever."

"How did this happen?"

"What just happened?"

Crap I forgot I showed up in my original form. My form isn't a bad one but it was textbook boring. A ten-foot-tall man with giant white angel wings. Pretty basic compared to my love's. She was a scrawny woman with cat-like features. She used to have lovely black wings but they broke so many times that the Doctor decided to go ahead and take them away from her. She created the portals after that.

"What do they call you monster?"

"They call me many names."

"What do we get to call you?" I thought about that for a moment, I decided to use one of the old names that I believe no one but creatures from the time of my birth knew me by.

"Dues. You may call me, and your name is?"

"Jack Lyall, It's a pleasure to meet you Dues."

"The pleasure is mine, Jack. Why was I summoned to this place?"

"I with the help of my flock with to ask you to bless us with your power." If this guy knew who I really was he would ask for a lot more than just power.

"Why do you and your followers wish to have my power? I am nothing but a simple demon. I have nothing for you to gain. Unless there is something deeper that you want." This was my favored part. I step out of the pentagram and walked up to the guy that was obviously the leader of this cult. "What is it? What do you desire more than power, more than greed, more than glory? That is what you people fight for. If it's not for that, then what do you want? Speak!"

"I-I-I wish to form a contract with you to bring back my wife and child." I looked him up and down. A simple task but I was bored of the easy things.

"Why bring them back when I could make you an immortal. Thin you can bring them back yourself." In truth no one knows how to make one immortal except for Aeonian and David has all of her books and still haven't found her spell for it.

Of course, he took the deal they all do. I give them a list of things that are impossible to find or will make them go mad with the list of ingredients they need for the "spell" to become immortal. I seat back and relaxed after that. Somehow Jack Lyall brought me every ingredient on the list in order from special herbs to ancient artifacts until finally, he made it to the last one. The ultimate sacrifice to most, the life an innocent.