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DamianRuyin

DamianRuyin

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Demonic possession ​


The youth made his way downstairs. The lower keep had a bone chilling cold to it, even more so during the winter seasons. He clenched his right fist as he opened a large iron door. The eldest of all the summoning chambers. The heralding chamber.
It´s origins even older then the keep it self, the chamber was dark, filled with cobwebs. To think in over 25 years no man had sat foot in this chamber. Peering down on the ground he noticed a pair of boot prints inches away from his. He laughed and felt pained at the same time. "Always a step ahead of me, aren't you dad?"
He glanced at his fathers boot prints as he stepped over them. He would make his own fate, carve it out with his bare hands. He reached the blood altar and he began his work.


A young man in worn grey pants and a brown tunic looked as serious and determined as any young man that was holding a summoning ritual can. He finished the last of the runes and made sure each seal was in place. The 'character' or sigil of the demon he wanted to conjure was on a piece of stone in his right hand, written in his own blood.
As far as a 'blood sacrifice' went, the young man had again used his own blood, from a cut in his palm, and sprinkled the blood all around the seals, circles, and triangle. All that was left was to call the demon.
An industrious and careful young man, he made sure he had his barriers in place and a sharp dagger nearby should the worst happen, and then he cleared his throat.

"I conjure thee, O Righteous malice, by all thy names, to come before me ready to obey me in all things. I conjure thee to be submitted in human form, to do and accomplish mine will and all that I command, without harm to me or anyone, as soon as I make known mine intent! Come betrayer of hope, he who opens all locks! Come blade of darkness, demon of Hell! Come eldest of evil, for I command thee!. And let all of the heavens know it is I, Blake heir of the Draconius blood line. I carry his righteous malice, fear for it is my blood to enslave the corrupt and protect the weakened just."

There was a sizzling flicker of the air, flames, acrid smoke and sulphur and then a fire materialized in the centre of the innermost summoning circle. It flew against him as it burned his right shoulder slightly, yet the boy did not flinch. He held the dagger in his left hand, ready to end his life and break the blood spell. He noticed the flame taking shape as the flames turned black, it was coming. The boy's heart raced as he knew he had summoned far more than he could control, but he had to do this. He needed the help, a disease called war had blackened he land, and he needed to turn the tide. As his father had done before him, he would summon the darkest of evil and strike fear in the heart of men.

"I command you demon, take shape and speak thou name."

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The fire spit its anger towards the summoner, rising high into the air stretching to the chambers ceiling. Flashes of red and orange bit at the face of the young man, the glares of yellow casting light to see by. Black smog filled the floor rolling against the stone casting his feet in shadow while the fire took it's tar form. Bending a weaving to the demons command forming the creature that would plague the earth once more. The tar becoming transparent revealed the twisted skeleton being wrapped in veins of purples and greens. The pink, tough tissue stretching and grabbing at the skull covering the bones in layers of taunt muscle. Red orbs broke the tar glowing in rage, the neck thrashing irate. Deep purple skin filtering in to mask the monster in human shape, sharp razor teeth filling down.

The demon hunched over in anguish as ebony hair poured from the skull in tight shinning curls. Gruesome claws shrinking to sharp long finger nails, the final stages of the transformation nearly complete. The air smoldered around the demon, feeling thick and heavy in evil intent. Soft, smooth C- cupped breast hung from the figure, wrapped in black onyx rock curled around them, holding each one up and delicately while hiding the nipple. Voluptuous hips and curves formed on the body a shredded black black skirt hung following past long shapely legs. A black viper sliding around her waist to hardened into a belt the feet bare.

"Who has summoned me?" a menacing growl erupted from the throat harshly. The smell of death and decay hitting the noses of any in the room or near it. The demon heard the summoners question ring through sharp ears, hissing at the sound of the controller. The skin changing to a tanned hue altering the color to a human form, before the dark creature rose. Eyes all black slowly molding into human pupils and appearance before shifting to a garnet red. Black hair cascade down the demons body landing on her lower back before full lips formed into an evil grin. The demoness raised her delicate hand to the sky, a whirlpool of black and destroyed souls rushing around her hand. Before captured to reveal a black hilt and shinning double edge sword.

"Who has Summoned Amy Amducious leader of the hells soldiers and destroyer of all worlds," her voice changed to a pleasing female voice staring her eyes to the shadow just beyond the circle which she was called from.
 
The youth thought he would summon a giant beast, a being covered in spikes and claws. What stood before him was.. perfection, twisted perfection in all its glory. He felt his body run its natural course as if a normal girl stood in front of him, for a second he actually considered doing her. He quickly removed the thought from his mind as he concentrated on her question. Now that he was not staring at her ample breast he suddenly felt how cold the room had gotten, it felt like death. He noticed the sword in her hand as he grinned, the demoness made an mistake. Bound to the world of men meant to sacrifice power. Only a summoner could summon things in the realm of mortals, by summoning her sword, she had depleted her pool of magic" The youth stood up and kept a blanc expression, god was he terrified. The muscles on her even in human shape screamed trained warrior, and the sword looked heavily used.. To heavy for his taste.

Bowing slightly he spoke "I am Blake Draconius, heir to the Draconius blood line. My father was the one who heralded 12 hell spawn to his bidding at the defence of Sydro's keep." He walked closer towards her, just to the edge of his protective barrier. "Know that you are in the presence of a great man, sired by a hero. And you.. creature.. will be my tool during this war" He flicked his fingers as a blue light appeared on his finger tip, it danced around his finger as he stared at it briefly. "I command the to drop thy weapon and kneel" The boys look was commanding. He was tired to the bone of course, even casting a blue light was already draining him. He had little control over the beast, but a bluff might work. He of course was nothing like his father, his peers had forbidden him from summoning even more than an imp, his father was executed for summoning a demon. It must have run in the bloodline he thought as he stared at the demon now in human form. If the mages council found out, he would be hunted.
 
Looking to the young man that dared to speak to her in such a manner she kept her smirk painted on her face. Gripping the hilt of her demonic weapon she took a step forward. Her black magic falling away from her while she moved towards him. The circle binding her within the sphere but not preventing her from moving closer to him. Gazing into his eyes she reached for his soul, pulling on his will and courage plucking the strings to send chills down his body. "You...your the summoner that brought me to this damned world. Ha! I knew of your father, but he was great," she smirked moving to circle around the mark. Trying to find that weak spot where she could pull through and get to the man that was bidding her.

"Tell me young Draconius what do you call such dark forces for. What is it that you need me to kill for you?" Her voice held a hint of humor to it while she waited for him to speak. She knew this boy wasn't nearly strong enough to contain her. Running her blade along the edge she felt the magic from his protective shield. She found it humorous that he thought she would bow to him, many of men years stronger than he had summoned her but they received no bow either. Murmuring twisted words she allowed her blade to absorb some of his magic, molding it into the souls screaming insider her blade. Burning them their pained screams sending small jolts of magic into the blade but not nearly enough to do her any good. No...she would need fresh death to do that.
 
The boy noticed her attempts as he smiled briefly. "I know you plan demon, I may not have my fathers power, but I have his wits. This circle is perfect, as it is small and compact. Had you the strength to break it, you would have done so from the start" He raised his hand and used the palm to strike her on her cheek, He felt like hitting a stone wall, but he did not let out a wimp. The boy placed his fingers on his chest as he summoned all his magic, it would take everything from him. Talking in four different languages and dialects he began to chant, she could understand the words "Blood, binding, seal" The boy's eyes turned bright blue as his magic reached a peak, any more and he would drain his life energy.

"In ages pas and ages come, this bond shall not be undone. For it is in our blood we bind, your service to mankind. Amducious Slayer of men, I command thee to take the bloodpack" He placed the knife on his right hand and slowly cut across the palm of his hand. She stood frozen, her eyes widened. She looked like she wanted to kill him. He quickly cut across her palm and placed his bleeding wound against hers. He felt her tainted blood enter his system while his blood entered hers. The boy screamed out in pain, as all the barriers he had set up broke down one after the other. His head felt like it would crack open any seconds. He hallucinated, seeing rituals of drinking blood, eating the flesh of humans. He spotted Amducious sleeping with other demonic brood. Then it all went black.

When he opened his eyes again he noticed the demoness striking her sword against he heavy iron door. She was cursing in a strange language he could not understand. "eurgh" He said as he felt his head. He was still alive so it must mean his spell worked. It was a 1 in three survival chance, he felt like he made a good deal. Staggering on his feet like a drunkard, he walked towards her. "Should I call you Amducious, or simply Amy?" He stretched out his hand as he examined his cut, it had formed a pitch black scar. The sign of a heretic.
 
Amy's eyes were blistering red her mouth pulled tight in rage ready to attack the man that had dared to hit her. She wanted to ram her blade deep into his heart, letting the blood drip down her blade to be absorbed and energize her body. She growled at him spitting her demonic words his way while he chanted in different tongues. She listens to him angrily her face twisted her skin shading a light blue ready for her change. She felt her body freeze angering her more, her inner thoughts going through death scenes ready to drive the knife through his heart. She cursed at him when he cut her skin knowing that it would heal quickly she growled when he pressed his inferior blood into her. Thrashing in her mind while she saw his family life, his feelings, and his needs. She watched as he dropped to the ground her smirk returning to her face. Yielding her sword above her head ready to strike, bring the blade down she stopped her hand beginning to burn in anger. Drawing the blade back she looked to her hand, her eyes bright as the flame she'd come from.

Giving off a sick laugh she shook her head at his attempts to subdue her, she might not be able to kill this one but her need to kill was growing. Heading for the door she figured she'd go and kill the innocent to build her dark magic and settle her need for blood. Looking at the door she went to open it only to be rejected by an ora, her nose wrinkled her shoulders shaking. Her eyes flaring up again she started to turn purple with rage while she began chopping at the door with her blade. Each one causing a ring to resound around the area while she cursed. Hearing his hurt whine she came to him, her mind raging she grabbed at his neck slamming him into the wall while she held tight. "Release me!" she demanded, her hand burning while she held him tight.

"I'm no slave to man! I shall kill you where you stand if you do not release me!" She was fuming her dark ora building making chills rush down his back while she held him. His weight being nothing for her. Her body tight while she slammed him into the wall again. "What have you done? Why did press thy weakened blood into me?!"
 
The boy was being chocked to death as he grinned. Each time he almost fainted she released him, the magic was working. It was not strong, but it prevented her from killing him. Chuckling a bit he spoke. "In.. weakened blood?..Our race... has the power to summon you to a different realm... and.. you call us weak" He focused his thoughts as he forced all his will in one command. "Let go" He hand felt as being pierced by knifes. She released him as he fell to the ground, chocking. Already blue spots where being formed on his neck.. "Th.. That is.. better" He half spoke half chocked. He stood up wobbly as he even leant against the wall for balance. "I will release you when my need for you is done, I promise you. And that blade of yours will not go rusty" He grinned as he clutched his burning fist. "I am.. I want you to stop a blood thirsty empire from conquering this nation." He noticed the glimmer in her eyes as he pressed on. "It is the same empire my father fought with his army. Imagine fighting against an entire army and defeating them, a feat a greater summoner and a dozen demons could not do" He staggered again. "Summoning you is a death sentence for me, so I even offer up my own life after all this is done, thousands will fall to your blade, if you obey me. Or you can rot in here, as I kill myself. These walls where made by ancients, thousands upon thousands of years of protective seals and barriers, think you can beat that.... you are a mere youngster compared to these spells"

The boy coughed as he tasted a few drops of blood. "so... What say you.." He slowly took a step forwards and looked her in the eye, a mere foot away from her. His body was weakened, if she pressed her will she could shatter his spell, and kill him.
 
Listening to him speak she takes into account what he was telling her, rolling her sword in circles in the ground. As she thought of the carnage that would occur before her eyes she smirked again. Just the thought of a bloody battle made her hot. Rubbing the back of her neck she looked to him before nodding at him. She could tell that he was weak, his body hadn't put up much of a fight and now was no different. She moved closer to him, letting her skirt flow behind her she drove her sword between his legs. Her body moving to squat before him while she ran her fingers over the blade.

"I'll never be slave to man, but I won't die down here either. For now I say I'll kill the enemy that you see fit, either way at the end of this I get one request that you must give me. If you push me to far summoner..." she came closer to him letting her face near his to the point that her nose brushed his. Reaching her sharp nail to his throat showing the sharpness telling him she could cut his throat there. "Your death will be the sweets wish I've ever demanded."
 
The boy wanted to cry out, but hist training kept his head cool. "If you think that is wise" Arrogantly he grabbed hold of her shoulder and forced himself upward. Her defiant eyes already wanted to kill him. "There are two major factions at play here, The Free cities of Kadash, and the Empire of Rel'on. The Rel'on out number us six to one. They have powerful magicians and highly trained warriors. The only reason Kadash has any chance is because of our legendary cavalry, but they are failing, and fast. He places his hand on the door as he unlocked it. He deactivated the spell and Immediately he felt he regained strength, the dark rings around his eyes where fading as well. "He made a gesture with his hands as he pointed upwards. "Above us is the tower of the Magi, We have to get passed three hundred trained Mages, and at least double that in students. If they see my brand, or if they see you dressed like that, they will execute us and banish you back to your world, stripped of your might."

The boy inhaled as he looked at her. "We need a disguise, I need you to change into these" He handed her a few men's items as he stood up again. "I figured I would summon a male, so you will have to do with these" After we leave the tower we can find suitable armour for you and begin our quest. Questions?"
 
Amy nearly sliced his arm there using her like she was an object instead of an underworld legend. Looking at him with spite she bit her need to brutalize him away for later. Watching as he opened the door she felt the breeze of fresh souls hit her body, making her smirk turn into a delicious like smile. Entering through the room she looked at him while he explained what needed to happen. Looking to him as he stopped in the door way she simply smiled. "The mage's will be a challenge but they're students, easy killings," she ran her fingers along her blade before looking to the clothing he wanted her to wear. Grimacing at the wear she shook her head at him before giving a slight laugh.

"I don't wear mortal clothes. My body needs to breath and feel the blood when it touches my skin." she smiled at that fact. "Nothing feels better than that, you should try it sometime," she was just speaking to make him uncomfortable and hopefully it would warn him that she was truly as vicious as the legends say.
 
The young man just gazed at her as he shook his head. "You do not understand, you have currently no magic. There are over a hunderet protective seals and barriers here, and the archmages Travius and Meriandor are here as well, the ones who killed the twelve demons my dad summoned. The shook his head again. "Look I know you think you are some hot shot demon, but you are weak now. Hell if I could summon you, that speaks volumes about your powers" He threw the clothes against her and spoke. "At least put on the robe, we will not be killing anyone here, we need to make our escape" The boy awaited her response and shook his head again, this would be hard if she back talked him the entire way. He gestured her to follow him as they made it up the stairs, the cold feeling of death dissipate and the warmth of the keep started to increase the boy's health and stamina again.

The boy's eyes shot from left to right and back again, he wanted to make sure no teachers would spot them. A few students walked passed them, but shrugged their shoulders as the boy pretended to laugh at a joke his 'friend' made. He gestured her to follow him again as they reached the ground floor. He noticed the dozen soldiers at the front of the gate and sighed. "Great.. I thought they would be out for food by now" He ran is finger alongside his neck as he thought hard. "We could escape at night, but we would need to find a suitable place for you. Either my room, or a storage room. And no.. we will not kill them, no matter how easily it may seem to you. We had a deal, I tell you when to fight" His eyes locked with hers as the battle of will began. The boy could act tough, but inwardly his whole plan rested on her cooperation, should he force her to obey, he had regained considerable amounts of magic. "Now follow me, and keep to your self"
 
Amy looked to the robes he'd thrown at her, her lip instantly going up at the smell. Looking to him again she decided that she would go along with him even if it meant wearing the foul clothes of the human world. Slipping on the robe she hid her sword beneath it's body and walked. Each step lighter than his, but having more of a purpose than not. A demons stomp rang through out the land, and hers was no different. If she dared to step to hard the mages would know almost immediately where she was and she couldn't have that. Not if she wanted to live for a while longer, she watched as he made pathetic attempts to fit her into the world. Not really knowing why laughter would be better than silence but allowing him to do so.

When they stopped she smelt the battle on the guards, the fact making her grin. Moving her hand inside the robe she prepared her sword before he scolded her. Her canines ground against the other teeth, each word causing her skin to turn a little more tinted with blue. "Watch what you say, regardless of whether I'm quite or not my skin will give me away," she warned him. Settling her body down while he spoke of where he would hide her, the fact that she could use a nice place to relax would be nice. Even if she couldn't sleep, she would ponder. She almost laughed as he spoke of the deal moving with him silent after say, "remember you made a deal with a demon."
 
The boy guided her towards his chambers as he heard her utter the words. "remember you made a deal with a demon.". He turned around while clenching his fist until they where white, his teeth pressing hard against the other, his eyes angry and alive. He wanted to slap her, kick her for that matter. The demon had unknowingly struck a foul blow at the boy. "Silence thou tongue" His eyes shown a deep blue gaze as she felt a jolt pain rushing from her scar, on her hand, towards her throat. The boy turned around and the pain immediately went away. Pressing his hand on the door he slid it open, he let her inside and slowly closed it behind him.

The room was organised enough for a youth his age. Books lay everywhere, while clothing and everyday items where neatly organised. He pointed his hand towards the bed as he went for his desk. He grabbed a small map and lay it on the floor in front of her. It displayed the current cities and their respective rulers, even estimated man power was listed on the map. What was disturbing was that it was written in a old Latin dialect, which most demonic brood could read. "What I want is for you to crush the eastern empire, destroy their power. I want you to refrain from slaying innocent, and if at all possible to not injure western soldiers. The eastern realm has almost limitless numbers, you could satisfy your urges a thousand fold. That is what you creatures crave right, mindless death, to get drunk of the exhilaration of death and destruction." His eyes clearly showed he despised of her kind. "In two hours the guards should change, giving us a window of five minutes. Otherwise we would have to wait another day."

He placed his bag on the table in front of him, and began packing some supplies. "Do you need nourishment from time to time?, the scrolls tell of your.. needs changing when you enter the mortal realm." He placed a small black box in his hand and let his finger linger a second on it, he quickly placed it in the bag and continued to stuff other items in it.
 
She clenched her teeth at the burning of her mark and decided that it was going to be annoying feeling that every time he was mad. Moving with him she made her way into the room looking around. It wasn't anything like the leaders that had hired her, but it would do for the short amount of time that they had to wait. Moving to the bed as instructed she lay her eyes over the map he pulled out. Reading the old Latin with ease while she contemplated how she was going to do what he wanted from her.

She shook her head at his face smirking while she moved a little closer to him. "It's death we get drunk off of boy...it's their screams of agony that get me high," she smiled. Continuing to listen to him she found that she wasn't going to like not killing the innocent, but she really didn't have a choice. Laying back on his bed she opened the robe letting it hang free while she looked to the ceiling. Her mind wrapped in her thoughts before she turned to him. "So tell me...what is it that we do now? Since we have hours?"
 
"Do now?" The boy looked confused. He watched as he robe opened, her perfect curves inciting him again, shaking his head to clear the image he began to speak, "We wait for two hours, and try to slip pas the remaining guards. I regularly go outside during nights, so it should not look to suspicious. But they may search you, it is standard that unfamiliar people get searched upon entering and leaving" Staring at her demonic attire he sighed. "And you draw to much attention, they will question you about your clothing. A mage would need to help and our cover blown." He pointed at a wardrobe filled with clothing. "There should be some smaller clothing in there, from when I was younger. And a few items from a female college are stored in there as well due to her setting her closet on fire last month." He grinned as he remembered the hilarious event.

"I know you feel.. better in your current attire, but it will draw to much attention. If we leave without notice we could have three days head start. If we don't we get maybe five minutes. Your call" He grinned as he already knew the answer. The boy was good with logic, perhaps an even sharper mind than his dad, but if push came to shove the demoness would eat him for breakfast.
 
She looked to him as if he was crazy, having her dress in even tighter clothes was something that she didn't want to endure. Moving up on the bed she thought of just killing him now and racing out of this sword flying, but she wasn't dumb. She knew that she would be slain in no time with all the mages in one spot, still it didn't stop her from dreaming and wishing it. Standing from the bed she placed her sword on it, the sheets beginning to smoke from the heat of it, moving towards the wardrobe she pulled out a suitable attire. Looking it over she shook her head before touching her belt; the snake coming to life again to travel up her body to her neck to form a necklace.

Letting her skirt fall down she watched as it pooled around her before she removed her top. Stripping in front of him without a care to his watching eyes. She had nothing to hide and as a warrior for the underworld she had no time for modesty, especially while moving around the mortal world. Keeping her body calm she looked over the clothes grimacing angrily while placing them over her body. "Disgusting this material is."
 
The boy stared at her as she undressed, the sight was even better than he had imagined. When she finally picked her set of clothing so choose for the least feminine of them all. An old grey shirt he had worn a few years back now tightly held her chest in place, while earth brown pants covered her lower region. When she placed the robe back on her shoulders he was surprised, she looked human. "You... You like human enough" He said as he turned around and finished packing. He looked outside and noticed the sun nearly disappearing behind the horizon. "It's time" he said as he lifted the bag on his shoulder. "Remember act.. well act human. If the guards search you or ask questions, act humble and modest, then afterwards well find a group of bandits you can butcher." The boy spoke these words with disgust but knew it would be necessary.

When the arrived at the gate the guards asked little questions, the were let out of the gate, but not before one of the guardsman slapped his hand against his female friend. Fearing his entire plan would fail he placed his hand around her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "Remember the bandits, there is a notorious group a few hours ride from here. Think of their hearts" The next few seconds the boy repeated the word "bandit" over and over again. He noticed her fist where clenching her sword like a maniac.

Two hours later the neared the forest of Acdo'ra, And within seconds they were confronted by a group of thugs, claiming to be the royal "toll men" The boy stepped backwards as he padded her shoulder. He spoke one word. "Bandits"
 
She grimaced at his words not wanting to look human but knowing that it was good for her cover. She kept her body soft and calm when they entered the guards gate, her body growing tight when one of the men hit her. Her words rolling on her tongue only to vanish into nothing. The thoughts of their death calming her while she pretended to slice their throats. Moving through the forest she kept her head up and searching. Looking for things that she could slaughter for the hell of it. Once in a while looking to him with a smile as he moved with her. His movements less graceful than her own but that was fine for her at the moment.

It was when she saw the bandits did her smirk return her hand immediately going to her sword. The blade ringing with its unsheathing, her skin turning purple her eyes glowing a cherry red while she leaped. Moving through the men like they were butter, her sword never missing a mark. Her claws extending to tear through one mans throat ripping out the esophagus before she felt the spray of his blood hit her face. Each screaming sending her on a high, exciting her greatly while she sliced through everyone. Showing off her muscles as she moved before stopping to ripe the heart out of the last man. Holding the muscles squeezing it before letting it fall, her body turning to Blake. Eyes hot in lust while she moved towards him. "So sweet were those kills Blake, so sweet.."
 
The boy had never seen a man die, let alone his heart rip out. "e. Good for you.. I guess" He noticed her lustful eyes as he turned around, he felt sick. He fought back the urge to dispose of the content of his stomach. If she noticed him puking it would ruin what little respect she had, he would need to act tough. "I am glad you had your fun" Blake made his way towards one of the bandits he thought would be their leader. Cutting a small pouch of coins from his belt he placed it in his tunic. He took a bow and quiver and joined back with his companion. "Lets move out shall we?" He noticed her hesitation as she seemed different. The very air of the blood, gore and death seemed to intoxicate her. Her chest was even heaving rapidly. He did not want to stay another minute here.

He moved towards the path and set a steady pace. He had just watched thirteen men die by the hands of a demon, it was unnerving for the boy. He spotted the cave he had marked on his map as he sped towards it. All together they had travelled ten solid hours. Daylight was already bursting through the clouds. The boy only wanted to travel at night, less chance of peering eyes spotting is demonic friend. He stepped inside the cave and explained his need for secrecy. She of course objected but after a good heated discussion he convinced her that it would only be for a few days. The boy stared at his hands, there was blood on them from when he stole the bow. He grinned a bit, although he did not know why. He had sold his soul and his humanity was already slipping from him. He had ordered the death of so many men, and he would order the death of at least a thousand more. The boy closed his eyes and leant backwards. He needed to sleep, he needed rest.
 
She walked after him slowly but surely the blood was absorbed by her skin taking in the pain with need. Her skin returning to normal color while she smirked happily now. Her body content for now with the killings as she followed him inside the cave. She watched as he leaned back his skin paler causing her to smile. "First deaths are always the hardest ones,"she smiled at him. Moving to place her hand on his bloody hand absorbing it up into her skin along with the rest of the blood. Her demonic skin looking smoother and softer, while her blade looked ten times shiner than it had before.

She watched as he closed his eyes and fell asleep she couldn't sleep that was something that she didn't understand. Moving to the edge of the cave she took her watch over his weaker form. Feeling his magic returning to her body while she smiled, he wasn't strong enough to control her, and if she really wanted to she could destroy him. But for now she would sit back and wait until the moment was right. For after all she needed to make her one wish from him.
 
The boy slept quickly and dreamt of unnatural things, his mind clouded by visions of people dying around him while he slashed and clawed open creatures and man alike, it felt great. For nearly six hours the boy slept and dreamt of demonic visions. When he awoke he had black edges around his eyes and his face looked pale. Staring at his companion he spoke softly. "Morning" She looked a bit disturbed, as if she had seen things she did not want to see. Unpacking his backpack he removed a few slices of bread, even offering one to her before he was growled at. An hour later he found himself standing outside, ready for the travel ahead of them. They would head eastwards and within a few days should see the signs of war and destruction up ahead.

For hours they travelled until they reached a burned out village. Blake scouted ahead and found himself staring at a scouting party from the empire. Getting back to his companion he began to discuss. There are about two dozen of them, all lightly armoured and on horse back, they don't look like veterans except for their captain. We can either leave the place and circle around them, or take them out." The boy stared at his bow and quiver, he had never shot a arrow in his life. He had nineteen arrows in total, if he could kill at least five men they would be distracted enough. "I advice to circle around them, if only one of them survives this battle then he would quickly bring back reinforcements." He stared again at his arrows as a thought came into his mind, he could mix the arrows with enchantments causing them to freeze upon impact. "It would be your decision"
 
Amy watched as the man jostled in his sleep for most of the night, to infuse yourself with demonic blood was a foolish thing to do. Mortals couldn't handle the kind of carnage that it brought into their souls, nor would they be able to control it nearly as well. Still, she had to give it to the boy he was defiantly something that she'd never seen before. Someone braver than the previous men that had called upon her in times of war. She pushed the thought aside when he woke again, his good morning having no real meaning to her. She didn't know the difference between morning or night, all she knew was there was a time to kill inside and out.

She followed Blake quietly, examining the country side as the smell of men touched her nose. She watched him run ahead to scout how many there were, although she already knew she decided not to discourage his actions. When he returned she listened to his plan and what he had to say about the matter. She nearly laughed when he stated that he didn't want to miss one and that it would be safer to go around. Unsheathing her sword she smiled to him, her fangs showing again ready for battle. "None will," she stated coldly moving from him towards the sight. Her movements trained and quiet her ora thick causing the men's horses to become unsettled.

Amy plotted in her mind seeing the battle take place in her head before smirking to Blake. As one of the leading warrior demons she was better equipped to give a plan; knowing that it would go well even if it was a tricky one. "Listen, and listen well. I'll go out there and of course I'll fight most men, the only thing I need you to do is shot the leader when I give the signal," she showed him her sign that would inform him to shoot. "It doesn't need to be a fatal blow but one enough to distract him so make it good," and with that she vanished from him. Her demon strength having returned over the night, making her ten times faster and quicker to kill.
 
Blake nodded as he memorized her signal, a right hand thrown to the side. The boy head to give her credit, her ‘sign’ could easily be turn into a fist directed at someone’s face. The young man placed two arrows in front of him, he stuck them in the ground and began to count. His body began to shiver as he felt an icy cold envelope himself. He was using an ancient crude form of magic, it would channel a certain element from someone’s own body and direct it. It could be immensely powerful but had a lot of drawbacks, one being the caster would suffer one fourth of the same damage. He began to direct the cold into the arrow as he felt his fingers beginning to tingle, soon they would be num.

He remembered the leader, he thought he had a strong suit of armor. Lightweight chainmail, but tightly woven. He had to make sure, he began to direct more and more of his power inside the arrow tips as he began to lose feeling in his toes and fingers. He noticed his ring fingers already turning into a deep blue. His eyes shone brightly as he depleted almost all of his magic. “Almost… Almost” He said as he breath began to ice up. He noticed his companion clear the tree lines. He stared at the arrow tips as he picked up one of them and placed it between his teeth. The cold emanating from it chilled his teeth, causing them to clatter. He knocked the other one on his bow as he half drew the arrow.

He began to mumble a blood right. It was a sacrificial spell, one that would increase ones perception and cause a massive shot of adrenaline, the drawback would be internal bleeding as the heart would have to speed up beyond his maximum capacity. He noticed his companion be surrounded by the scouts as they thought she was a helpless woman. Soldiers would mostly be no better than bandits, usually only better armed and organized. Thinking she would provide a few warm and pleasurable moments, most of them dismounted. If the others would try to run they would be slowed down by the body of horses and men.
Only the captain of the guard and a lookout a few meters away from the party where still mounted.

Then he noticed it as her arm shot out to the side. He heard her yell something about ripping a spine before his ears heard nothing but the beat of his heart. Time seemed to stay still as he found himself looking almost like an eagle, he noticed the insignia’s on the captains amour, the freckles on his nose. Blake actually thought he was standing right in front of him. Lesser mages would be tempted to stare, but Blake still had his wits. He drew back the bowstring and released the arrow. Before it had even moved a few feet, the second one was already knocked and directed at the lone scout. He wanted to see if it had hit its mark when he felt it coming.
Time resumed its normal pace as Blake fell backwards, blood flying out of his mouth as he coughed. His ears where bleeding and his vision in his left eye was completely red. He knew that he would be in pain for a long time, he wanted to see.. he wanted to hear…. He needed to witness the first man killed by his doing.

The group of soldiers dismounted when the girl began to speak, a bit startled by her tone as she used words a whore on the streets would even be ashamed about. Then suddenly an arrow hit the captain in his shoulder, and a second arrow hitting the scout in his right eye. The captain wanted to scream out but could not, his whole body began to ice up. His face turned blue as his lungs froze up. Chocking to death he felt the sharp pain in his right shoulder as his entire arm began to break off. It fell to the ground and shattered. All the men present watched the two men crumble into nothingness… Then it began… The red mist that would mark their death.
 
She didn't wait to see if he had hit his mark, all she knew was that if he hadn't he would soon know what extreme speed was. Her skin darken instantly her sword rising from the ground to meet her hand before she began to slay the men. Each one casting their souls to her sword while she struck their delicate bodies. Piercing the weak flesh, emitting the ruby spray that she loved so much. Her eyes brightening in joy as she sliced through the meat around her. Her gruesome fangs forming, her claws reaching out to find the flesh of the men before they lay around her. Their bodies mixed in horror scenes all of which made her smile. Lifting her sword she put it away before she began her walk towards her companion.

When she arrived to where she had left him she froze looking at his body. He seemed to be dead to her, yet she could tell by his ora that he was not. Moving to him she looked down at him with lusty eyes her eyebrow lifted to look at him in disappointment. "To think your suppose to be controlling me," she smirked at her own statement. Crouching down she let her hand run along his body searching for anything that would release her before she look to him again.

"You know I could kill you...leave you to die and defend yourself in these woods," she reminded him her body moving to pace before she stood over him. Her legs spread apart to straddle his head in a distance. "But I guess than I wouldn't get my wish," she states before lifting him up, moving him through the night with her perfect vision. She didn't know why but she felt obliged to take care of his pathetic form, and when she got to the cave she would do just that.
 
The Youth felt his consciousness leaving him, he forced himself to stay awake. He needed to see his first kill, he needed to remember the first step to his damnation. Tears mixed in with his blood as they ran over his cheeks. When he heard the screams and shattering of eyes he fell. His head fell against the mud soaked ground. By the time his companion had come to collect him she noticed his pathetic form. The boy had drained more than most could even handle, the magic projectiles he had fires would stop a stampede ogre right in his tracks. She carried him to the cave and let him rest on the ground, she had searched him but could find nothing.

Blackness and fire!, the souls of hundred and thousand stood before him. “Help us!” They cried out. He laughed as he threw the torch to the ground, engulfing them all in the black fire he had started. This was hell and he was enjoying himself. He noticed the deep black scar on his hand as it started to increase, now no longer the shape of a knife wound. It sped across his wrist and finger tips as small thin lines engulfed them. “The Joining” he heard a voice whispered in his ears as he turned himself around. When he turned himself around he noticed the two men standing in front of him. They were different from the souls he had just tortured, they were visible and portrayed clearly, the wounds of the arrows and magic still marked them. Grinning he ran towards them, he felt his hand tear them apart, his fingernails digging in their jugulars as he tore them out.

Screaming he came awake, clutching his chest and temple. “Were am I” He asked as he opened his eyes slowly” A witty comeback from his companion brought him back to his senses. He remembered his injuries as he tried to forget his dreams. Standing up he was surprised to see himself without large injuries. His eyes were fully functional again and his power somewhat returned. “The Joining” he said to himself as he remembered the whispered words. He noticed the expanded mark on his skin as he felt ‘different’. He knew the more he walked into this dark path, the more he would lose himself. The two of them would blend their blood the more they would fight as they were now linked as one. He noticed her hand as her mark had increased just a tiny bit. “Let’s go” He said in a more commanding tone than usual. He felt more dominant all of a sudden. Shaking his head he picked up his bag and made way to the path.
 
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