A/N: I never usually start with an a/n but I feel like this is important and needs addressing... I haven't updated in literal months, I may of forgotten a detail or two throughout that time... I'm sorry for taking so long, I hope you enjoy?
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Zach's POV
Oh no.
Turning my head to the side, I spot the tall brunette standing there with an judgemental eyebrow raised, directed at me and Corbyn.
Instantly, we both freeze and watch like lost puppies as the dagger almost slips out my hand. It was still inside the book, thankfully so we didn't have to worry about slicing our toes off or something.
"What the hell?" Jonah asks, only now noticing the 12 inch long dagger being held in my hands. He looks at the bookshelf then back towards the book containing a vicious looking blade.
He glances back at the opened entrance leading down to some kind of messed up ghost summoning portal. He shakes his head immediately, sending an ironic cold glare at Corbyn. "You can be serious! Daniel will kill us!"
I've never seen Jonah shout before, especially this seriously. He usually never takes Corbyn's ideas seriously but it seems, summoning ghosts from hell, which could easily kill me was too much for him to be chill about.
His pale forehead was wrinkling from obvious stress while I was just stunned, uncertain to how I should react. This isn't exactly an everyday situation to end up in.
"We need to get Jack back, he's the ruler of this house. Daniel was out of order, he had no right to change the whole house's natural balance! At the end of the day, he shouldn't overuse his powers as a good spirit!" Corbyn argues, snapping out of his frozen state.
The blonde haired boy had stood up, standing slightly shorter then Jonah, it didn't seem much of an intimidating pose. For me however, I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Everything was incredibly overwhelming, I wanted to scream and run away; to the comfort of my mother's sweet innocent embrace. I didn't care about being proving my independence anymore, I just wanted my old normal life back.
Yet, there was Jack's presence holding me back. I could feel each cry for help, that was what kept me running. It was my energy, my determination, my eagerness to rescue someone fate brought me to so he can live happily.
"Jack was out of line. He harmed an innocent human, I thought you treasured Daniel... What changed? Fallen for demon kid?"
My eyes narrow at Jonah, he was meant to be the sensible one... How could he insult his 'friend' like that? I wasn't sure who was in the right, I don't completely understand ghost morals but backstabbing a friend was an extremely snake-y move. [*COUGH* WILLNE *COUGH*]
As the two argued, I silently watched for a moment before picking up the necessary items. I was done with all this drama - I was most likely going to die but at least I wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.
With shaky finger tips, I pull the dagger out of the old dusty book. It was covered in old rust, from being left alone for so long. As I grip the heavy mental blade in my hand, I could feel the power it possessed.
This action seems to catch the two boys' attention, they turn to me and they both match the shocked expression. "Zach, what're you doing?" Corbyn asks, getting closer to me.
"I'm going to save Jack, I'm stressing over it too much. I either do now or I end up running back to my mum." I respond, shrugging.
Once all the items were collected and I managed to stable them all in my hands, I take extra care with the blade, I start walking to the passageway.
"There's a possibility you'll never return up those stairs..." Jonah encounters as I reach the frame, I just turn my head and look at him. "I know, I feel like I've lost my mind, I don't care anymore."
Then, I start walking down the stairs. They didn't creak underneath my weight since they were concrete instead of old noisy wooden plates.
I could barely see through the darkness, I just kept walking downwards. At any moment, I could miss a step and fall, who knows how far down the remaining stairs.
Eventually, I see faint lighting from the distance. Magically, a candle I was holding lights up. I assume it was the doing of Corbyn or Jonah once they realized I was stumbling down here in darkness.
The candle let's off a small scent of strawberries, it was quite pleasant. The faint lighting gets closer and I carry on my journey, it's lasted so long, I was ready for a nice standing still break.
My eyes scan over the strange ritual thing in confusion, I had no idea how to use such a portal. I've never thought about them existing, a portal to Hell and Earth.
Remembering briefly the instructions, I place the candles around the room. They light on fire as soon as put into the right places, it wasn't too much light but enough to see through decently.
The ritual portal had it's own sickening shining green light, among the top of the black creepy portal was a small shimmer of light.
It didn't let off much light but it directed me to what I guessed was the sacrifice box, this was where I slit my wrist and drained a few drops of my blood.
It wasn't big, just a small black box, made from unusual material. It felt like a thick box so I doubt it was made from plastic or something you'd find a child's toy created with.
An eerie skull was engraved onto the box, it's mouth open wide where I was supposed to let a few fresh blood drops go. This would open the portal and Jack will be able to escape, if my assumption are correct; the more blood I sacrifice, the longer it's open for.
A few drops should do, lifting the cold metal to my wrist, I slice a long cut through my skin. Blood immediately starts emerging from my skin, I turn my hand over and let the blood drain into the box.
It was pretty painful, I had an open wound on my wrist at the end of the day. Of course, it would hurt.
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Yeah, this is bad. I'm sorry, I just feel so unmotivated and I can't write for crap. I'm horrible at describing creepy things and yeah, I'm sorry.
I hope you enjoyed anyway(?)
I actually updated because someone requested I do in the comments of another book so I had free time and just thought, why not.
Word count: 1144
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