The spirit of the figure bowed trembling before the God as he looked down on them with distaste. "Why have you returned? One drop of my blood is capable of the destruction of entire armies." He bellows
The spirit cowers in fear at the sound of his voice and answers weakly. "Yes, my Lord, the blood was more than enough, however, our most recent attempts to disband the council have failed. I know this is not your problem my Lord." The spirit stammers. "But I have returned as my master seeks council with you."
"Then why are they not here?" The God says clearly bored with the conversation. "I do not converse through others so you tell your master that if they wish to speak to me then it is they who shall come next time."
"Yes, my Lord. I understand." The spirit answers meekly too terrified to look in the flaming eyes of the God.
"I grow quite tired of looking at you. Why are you still here?" The God spits in irritation.
"My apologies my Lord but my master requests that you provide them with some additional assistance in our efforts to free you." The spirit mumbles still trembling before the God.
"Very well but be sure to tell your master that they will get no additional assistance from me until they stand in my presence. My patience grows thin with their absence from our meetings as there is always an excuse."
With lightening quick speed the God is down in front of the spirit. "Look into my eyes." The God commands and the spirit raises their head unwillingly.
As the God invades the very depths of the spirit's soul the spirit experiences fears that had never been known to man. The God knew that the being was lying about their master's wish to free him, they always did. There was always a hidden agenda for those brave enough to seek council with him and he was sure to make their agenda ended badly. The God knew what he was doing by instilling these fears in the spirit's soul, it would make them nearly unbreakable under almost any form of torture and would be needed sooner rather than later. He was already aware of why the being was here in spirit and not the physical form. However, as he searched the soul of the figure he was pulled toward memories of a being. Memories of the spirit's master. The God was used to seeing various forms of evil but the extent to which this being's master was willing to go to achieve their goal, including the death of thousands and even the Gods themselves, he found absolutely delicious. The atrocities that had been a result of the being's past were captivating to him and yet the being had cleverly managed to keep their actions hidden.
This being was a monster. Evil in its purest form, raw and untamed, much like himself and he knew that a partnership with such a being would result in the downfall of life as many knew it. Chaos and destruction was music to the God's ears and his mouth watered at the prospect of such a future. Releasing his hold on the spirit's soul he hisses in a velvety voice. "Yesss, there is much that your master and I need to discuss. I will provide a small amount of assistance as requested by your master but I expect to see them in your presence the next time you return to me. If you or your master fail to return to me I will torment both of you every waking moment of your lives. I will fill your souls with fears that you can't even begin to imagine. And if you think what I have subjected you to was bad spirit, I can assure you things will be much worse. I will ensure that everyone that you care about is hunted down, tortured slowly, and destroyed and then I will make sure that you see their deaths every day for eternity and that will only be the beginning."
"I understand my Lord." The spirit squeaks in fear.
"Excellent" he hisses. With that the God exhales as a black mist seeps out of his mouth and curls its way around the spirit. The mist hones in on the essence of the spirit's master like a hunter after its prey. As the spirit traveled back to its body the mist would seek out its new master allowing them even more access to the darkest arts of magic, to things that even the most evil beings feared to dabble in. The God knew better than to give the being full access to such power as it would lead to his own downfall, he was far from stupid and smiled as the game had begun.
"Your move." He says quietly to himself as the spirit vanishes.
Author's Note
Okay, so I know this is a short chapter but I really hope your guys are enjoying it so far.
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The Vampire's Goddess- Book 1
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