Chapter Seventy One
Chapter Seventy One
DEMON
Jade had brought me back to her little hermitage. I’ve been here before; the small rustic building in the middle of the wood was the closest she had to a home.
I was bound to a chair–not that I could escape if I tried, and she knew that.
“Daemon. She gave you the name, didn’t she?” Jade questioned; I didn’t give her a response; I knew exactly what she was getting at. “What was really going through your mind when you had me locked up? Did you think she would leave everything behind and fall in love with you, and you both would have a family?”
“Stop talking about her.”
“You still care? Even after everything.” She said and chuckled.
“No, I don’t. It took me time to understand that they are all the same, but now I do, and if I want to meet her again, it will be to end her.”
“So you are finally back to your senses; glad to hear that.”
“What do you want with me?”
“The very same thing I’ve always wanted. I need you to free Vox.”
I had suspected this, but it never made sense why a sorceress would want to awaken the Demon
Overlord.
“You are just as stupid, Jade. He is dangerous; if he awakens, who knows what chaos he would unleash.”
“I don’t really care; all I want is for Ralph to be free.”
I smirked. Now it all made sense. “You love Ralph, and Vox took him captive, didn’t he?”
“Yes. I have to do this if I am going to see him ever again.‘
“He might be dead for all we know?” I said, knowing just how to push her buttons.
but it
Jade’s eyes glowed, and a screeching sound filled my head. I placed my hands around my ears, didn’t stop. The high–pitched sound sliced through the air like splintered glass; blood trickled down my
ears.
“He. Is. Not. Dead.” She sneered. Her eyes returned to their usual color, and the disturbing noise ceased.
“How do you know that?” I asked. “How do you know he hadn’t already killed Ralph? Everyone knows how a deal with the overlord always turns out- and that would mean everything you did was all in vain.”
“He had no reason to kill Ralph. He is still alive, and Vox will free him when he has been awoken.”
She lit up a candle and placed it in the middle of the room. She drew an arc around the candle with a strange white powder.
Chapter Seventy One
I knew what she was doing. She was attempting the ritual, again. I dreaded what was to come. She brought forth a pot filled with coal; she set that on fire with a flick of her fingers.
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Next, she took out what I assume was Vox’s body; it was wrapped in a white cloth, but I could see parts of his body; his head held only a few strands of grey hair his lips cracked and dry, his eyes had sunken into his skull, and his skin was completely white.
“Now all we need is a drop of your tears,” she said with a smile. I struggled against the chain, but it was no use, every damned thing was spelled.
“Don’t…”
With a wave of her hand, I was silenced. She couldn’t bear the sound of my pleas. My lips moved, forming words, but no sound escaped.
“I have to do this.” She says that was the very same explanation she gave every single time. She shut her eyes and muttered incantations.
It felt like my insides were set on fire; I let out a silent cry; the agony seemed worse every session maybe I could just never get used to the pain.
Three hours.
or
That’s how long it took before a single tear rolled down my eyes. She was ready with the pot of burning coal to collect the tear; a hiss–like noise erupted when the tear made contact with the coal, and finally her magic wore off and the pain seized.
She had gotten what she wanted, but this wasn’t the end; she would do this over and over again till it worked.
