He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His sapphire blue eyes filled with anticipation, awaiting the news he thirsted to get. He took the knife placed on his worktable and cut his palm. His blood gushed out from the wound and he quietly poured it into a goblet. He could hear the soft sobbing of the witch chained to the wall with heavy iron shackles.
He looked at the young girl without an ounce of emotion. The girl noticed and curled herself further into a ball out of pure fear. He busied himself with the task at hand once more. Taking the blood filled goblet he slowly walked towards the door of his small cabin. He walked noiselessy over the grass surrounding his cabin and reached the small lake whose waters were as black as demon blood. Because it was demon blood.
He chanted the summoning spell, whispering at first then getting louder and louder. His voice turned harsh and finally he upturned the goblet of his blood. Nothing moved at first. Everything was eerily calm. Evil could be smelled in the air.
"Rise, O great Evil, your master commands you!" he said authoritatively.
The blood in the lake started rippling. Slowly a montrous creature with glowing red eyes, wings like that of bat, slimy black body with two tails and twisted horns on its head came out. He smelled the blood of the lone man standing ahead of him and ran for him to drain him dry of his life. Nothing pleases demons more than a Zanderlonian blood. The Zanderlonian stretched his right arm forward, palm outwards.
"Stop. You master commands you!" he says.
The demon slows down reluctantly and stops. The Zanderlonian smirks, seeming well pleased.
"You shall not be fed my blood, demon. Your thirst for draining life shall be quenched though."
The demon makes growls and a slimy yellow substance drips down its jaw.
"Follow me."
He leads the way with the demon trudging behind him. He opens the cabin door and lets the demon in before him. As soon as the young witch catches the sight of the demon, she screams and strains against her shackles. The demon growls and more of the slimy yellow substance drips out of his jaw.
"Go quench your thirst."
The girl cries harder. "Please. Leave me. I don't want to die," she begs.
The demon runs for her and in a moment has its jaw on her head, ripping it apart and leaving behind a splash of red blood. The demon devours her and then drinks her lifeblood. The Zanderlonian smiles at the sight.
Finally I can start recreating the world. Soon I will be its ruler.
The demon looks up at him and bows. The man, satisfied, commands the demon, "Change your appearance."
Immediately the demon's body starts pulsing and it turns into a handsome man with blonde hair and bottle green eyes. The demon speaks in the warrior's tongue, the common language, "why do you call me, Valdeth?"
"You shall address me not by my name. I am your master. You shall do what I command you to," Lord Rozen Valdeth says.
"You wish for the great Evil Incarnate to obey you?" the demon says menacingly.
"Indeed. You are bound by my chains. You need not look so hatefully towards me for I am a good master. When my plans are successful, you shall be rewarded greatly. "
"And what would that be, O good master? "
"Do not dare mock me, servant," Lord Valdeth says coldly. "When the time comes, you will thank me."
The demon doesn't speak anything after that. Lord Valdeth continues, "I name you as Alistair Black. Now take us to the Valdeth House."
"Yes, master."
They stand in front of the huge wrought iron gate painted black. The guards on seeing their master standing out with an outsider quickly rush to open the gates. As the Lord of the Valdeth House pass by them, they bow their heads down and bring their right fist towards their chest. A gesture of respect. He reaches the great doors of his mansion. He gives a look towards Alistair and with a wave of the latter's hand the doors open without a sound.
Inside the mansion is eerie calm. He follows the familiar lavender smell of his cousin. The servants passing by bow deeply to him but he pays no attention to them. All he can think of is his child to be born. The pureblood Valdeth. His pride. He stood in front of a door and knocks. The midwife opens it.
Lord Valdeth gives her an expressionless look, "Is the child born? "
The midwife who is in her late forties answers fearfully, "Yes, my lord. "
He is pleased by this and gives her a small smile. "The child," she continues "is a girl, my lord. "
This comes as a slight shock to him. He always thought the only pureblood Valdeth would be a boy. Nevertheless, he accepts his daughter. "And how is the mother doing?" he asks instead.
"She is well, my lord. She is sleeping," she informs.
"Very well. Show me where the child is," he demands.
"Yes, my lord, " she quickly walks to the opposite door and opens it. The nurses inside hustle and form a line. The room is bright with candlelight and the baby sleeps peacefully on her small crib. Valdeth walks toward her in anticipation. He dismisses everyone, even Alistair.
"Gia, show Mr. Alistair Black to his room. The guest room I made you clean up and arrange for him," he says to the servant, his eyes never leaving his daughter.
After the sound of door closing reaches his ears, he gently places the baby in his arms. She has striking platinum blonde hair and beautiful skin. "My beautiful daughter, " he whispers. "The day is not far when we rule the world, little one. You are a miracle. A queen born to rule."
The baby shifts and starts crying and opens her eyes. He smiles at the sight of her big sapphire blue eyes. Valdeth eyes.
A little later, he sits in his big armchair in his room. The fire burns brightly in the fireplace. He gazes at it lost in a daze when suddenly a door raps loudly and urgently. "Come in! "
The door opens to reveal a frightened, pale faced guard. "My lord, the -". He is cut off by a piercing scream of a woman. Lord Valdeth gets up immediately and runs toward the origin of the scream. He finds himself in front of his daughter's room. He suddenly dreads what might be inside but shakes off the feeling and opens the door. His cousin, the mother of his daughter, Elara is kneeling on the floor and weeping. He walks toward the crib. The white sheets of the crib is bloodied and the body of his daughter is missing.
Animalistic rage wells up in him begging for him to kill everyone who had anything to do with his newborn daughter's murder. He grips the padded wooden railing of the crib. It breaks into pieces. He lets out a deep growl and throws the pieces across the room. He tears apart the sheets stained with his daughter's blood.
Elara sobs uncontrollably and he slowly walks toward her and gathers her in his arms. "I did not even see my baby closely. My arms beg to hold her once. My daughter -" she starts to sob again. He holds her tightly and then looks up at the guard who seems terrified.
"Who was with her?" he asks.
"T-The nurses, my lord," he answers fearfully.
"Kill them all. I want everyone dead," he orders.
Later that night his execution room's floor was slick with the nurses' blood with Alistair feeding on it.
