The Reaper Saga [Book 1-3]

BLURRED

THREE WEEKS AGO

"You shouldn't have done thattt."

Turning around, I couldn't hide my chuckle anymore. Sorrow dripped through every sound of mine. "And what do you know about that, Cone?"

The pet demon looked slightly insulted. "We may be a demon but we do have emotions, masterrr."

"Is that so?" I mused, walking shakily away from the festival. 

"Yesss, master." The demon nodded. "You should have told her what the risk was, what we were dealing withhh and then come home to herrr."

Home?

Home was back in New Orleans. Where everything started in the first place. 

"I don't have a home anymore, Cone."

I didn't know where I was going and why. I only knew that I had to find Demos and end it all. Before I ended up hurting her again. 

"So what nowww?" Cone asked out of the blue.

I paused only for a second, before a grin formed on my face. "Why, to find Demos or what else?"

"Then it's a good thing that I found a place to scout, Masterr..."

"So you say." I shrugged, following Cone out of the woods. I wrapped my arms around my body, trying to stop it from going back. My heart certainly felt so as I could feel her despair from our bond. Would the pain ever stop? Could I really control myself to keep going?

"Stop right thereee!" Cone screeched loudly, forcing me to come to a halt. "I can smell the deathhhh." 

I couldn't keep the discomfort I felt from showing on my face. The stench was that bad. After some more walking, we stopped near a lake, abandoned by nature. Though the place didn't look abandoned at the time. Some people wearing red gowns were there, lightening black candles on a rotten dead body. 

We immediately hid behind a large tree. "If there's something I know- we don't kill witches, right? But if they are as evil you're saying, we slay them."

He nodded. "Yesss, my masterrr."

"Good. My shadows would love this." I mumbled, watching them with curiosity. They took out a piece of red chalk from a bag, leaned over, and began to draw a symbol on the ground. It was a pentagram surrounded by a triangle. At each point, they drew words I didn't recognize.

"Cone, do you know what is it?" 

He nodded. "It's an ancient language only for the demonsss. They are trying to summon the demon Kinggg."

A man picked up a leather-bound book, flipped it open and looked at his people. "Here we go." 

I recognized some of the words. It was like the entire nature was chanting with them. I looked at Cone to see that he was staring at the lake curiously. So I also looked there and for a second it looked like there was something in there. Big, hairy, a dog? 

No, dogs weren't that big. So what was it?

The man raised his arms and shouted out, "Apchí dý kai rena éri diásí. Viás mas nasi tin egía sa!" That's when I noticed the knife in his hands. He was going to kill someone else now. So, one body wasn't enough. 

Cue to join them.

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen." Everyone stopped what they were doing. The man who was chanting hid the knife in his bag and turned to me.

"Who are you to stop us from this great ritual?" He snapped.

My smile widened. "Me? I'm a collector. Came here to collect some things. How about your sins?"