Reborn In Blood

Return from madness

   It was the end of the afternoon.
   A group of three Bounty Hunters just finished a job, killing the cub of a Dragon in the local woods. It wasn't an easy task and they were in the worst part: collecting the scales to sell in the closest village.
   - Aahrg, I just hate to do this- said the only girl in the group- I get my hands all dirty.
   - You know that you have to help us, or else we're gonna be here 'till midnight.
   - Yeah, he is right, you know. And it's not like you can't wash your hands when we get back, or if we find a river around here.
   - Uuhg, you guys really don't know how to treat a lady, you two sould...
   She interrupted herself. She felt something, a magic force that was getting close to them really quickly.
   - What is it Lindia?- the one of them who was a Warrior stopped what he was doing.
   - I think that...no, I'm sure. There is something coming for us!
   - What?!- the Rogue screamed.
   There was no time to awnser that. It was already there.
   In the branches of one of the many threes that surrounded them, the creature stood.
   Almost 2 meters of height, a pale grey skin, a human skull with deer horns in the place of the head and a body so skinny that it seemed impossible for it to be standing and to be so fast. 
   - Slower Motion!- screamed Lindia, pointing her staff against the creature.
   The monster was quicker, it dodged the Spell and jumped straight to the girl, piercing her throat with his claws.
   - NO, LINDIA!
   The Warrior tried to attack the beast with his sword, but yet again, it was too fast.
    The Rogue then jumped above it, just to get striked by it's long arms. He knocked his head so hard against a tree that he fell unconscious.
   The monster grabbed the two corpses and ran away, leaving the Warrior alone in the glade with the corpse of the Dragon.
   He was trembling. Where it went? Was it going to return? What it would do with his friends?
   - HEEEEEEEELP!!!
   The scream cut through his thoughts. It was Lindia's voice. 
   He ran towards the sound, going as fast as he could.
   - Fire Blade!- he prepared his sword with a Spell, he knew Wendigos had Fire Weakness.
   But it was useless.
   When he jumped above a dead tree, something grabbed his leg, making him fall and drop his sword.
   He turned in horror just to see the two lifeless holes of the skull staring at him, getting really close to have a pretty good bite on his shoulders.
   - AAAAAAAAHHHHHRGGGGG!!
   That was the last sound to come out of his mouth.
   The monster feasted on the bodies of the three Bounty Hunters, but it wasn't enough, he was still feeling that hunger deep inside him, that starving sensation that never went off.
   Just three young humans was far to be enough.
   The monster turned to the dead Dragon. 
   That wasn't supposed to be it's food.
   It yet again feasted.
   Marshall, still somewhere inside the existence of the monster, could feel the Mana filling up it's body, it was making the hunger stop.
   It was finally making the hunger stop.
   But that didn't matter. It kept eating.
   The hunger was being relieved, but it still wanted more.
   - Dark Chain!
   A feminine voice pierced the sounds of the beast's feast.
   The ground beneath his feet turned into mud, where silver chains came through, involving itself in the creature's body like if it had a life of its own.

   - You...you were the one who killed my Dragon?!
   The girl, apparently young, had a really pale skin, but not like the marble pale of the Wendigo, but yet a beautiful snow-like pale skin. Her straight, black hair only reached her shoulders. She was really skinny, with a pretty thin face and golden eyes. She was mounting a wolf, she couldn't be with a more magnificent posture. In Marshall's eyes she seemed to be a goddess.
   - No...- she noticed the blades wounds in the neck of the Dragon and the leftovers of the three little adventurers-...you really had a gift here, huh!
   The two points glowing in a turquoise light kept staring her.
   She felt something.
   - You...actually avenged my Dragon, even if it wasn't your intention, huh.
   The Wendigo growled at her.
   - No, not you, but the poor bastard you possessed. Maybe you could be my new pet!
   She jumped from the wolf, stepping in the could snow. She was wearing an all black dress, really elegant and classy, without any sign of trying to seduce people. If he was still in his original body, she would be taller than him.
   - Now, you greedy spirit! You shall return this body to it's rightful owner!
   She said while approaching the creature and touching it's forehead. Her hand glowed in a gold light and she shouted:
   - Clear Mind!
   Suddenly, the boy came back to his senses. All of the parcial sensations he was having now were complete. The incredible Olfative Enhancement and the Cold Immunity were now beggining to make a mix of emotions throughout all of his skin.
   - Now, before I release you, I demand a Contract.
   - A...Contract...?
   The boy's voice was grotesque, he didn't need to move his jaw to speak, he just opened his mouth and the low sound of his new voice would come out by the help of the Mana.
   - Yes. You will surrender upon my command and our souls will be conected. In other words, you will become my Familiar.
   - I...don't really have a choice...do I...?
   - No, you don't- she said, smiling.
   - Well...I accept it.
   - So...by the power of the Old One that lays in the Deepest Darkness of the Obscure Abyss, I now claim your soul, body and power, by the name of Ellioth Von LaVey!
   A red mark similar to an arrow glowed in the back of her hand and in the forehead of the now Familiar and then disappeared.
   - So...my name is Lizbeth Von LeVay, but you can call me Liz, Elly...- she said while the chains released him and she held out her hand to him-...maybe you will want some more clothes...I guess.
   He looked down. All that was covering him was the leftovers of what once was his cheap fabric pants.
   - Oh...I...I...- if it was possible for him to blush, he would.
   - Here...- she tossed a coat out of the bags stocked in the wolf for him-...I think I already like you.