“Let’s go.” Kyle stood before the Fallen Angel and fixed his cloak. “It’s a bit past dawn already. The sooner we go meet this person, the better.”
Azazel narrowed his eyes. His gaze lingered on Droigheann, who remained seated by the door. “What about you, Demon? Are you coming?”
Droigheann let out a sigh and shook his head. “No, the human’s power, and his survival is bound to the Evertree. I must remain to protect it.” He scowled and glared at the Fallen Angel. “Protect him, angel. If anything-“
“You need not threaten me, Demon.” Azazel stood up and raised his chin with pride. “The mortal will survive all of this. He must, so we can reach Necron. Is that good enough reason for you to believe me?”
Droigheann smirked. “For now.”
Azazel let out a bellowing laughter. “Let us go then!” He declared. He placed his left hand on Kyle
“Excuse me?” Kyle blurted out after a few seconds of silence. Azazel seemed as confused and lost as he felt.The Record Keeper chuckled. A wry smile formed on her lips, deepening the wrinkles on her skin. “You heard me, young man.” She said with a gentle, yet firm tone. “You are only a mortal, even with the power of the Necronomicon. You are bound to time, as any mortal is.”Azazel shook his head. “Fine,” The Fallen Angel huffed. “Tell me then, Record Keeper. How am I supposed to restore Necron to the flow of time?”The Record Keeper’s smile deepened. “Now that is a great question, my dear Azazel.”Kyle bit his lips. “You don’t have that power, do you?” he asked, glaring at the elderly woman. “You won’t help us.”The Record Keeper’s expression darkened. She furrowed her brows and looked at the table. She followed a long scratch on
It took Kyle a split second to understand what she was talking about. His eyes slowly widened as understanding dawned on him. Blood drained from his face as the thought of using ‘master summoner’ on a Greater Being or a Demon Lord made him feel sick.“No, no, no!” He shouted as soon as he noticed how Azazel was staring at him in disbelief. “Nuh-uh! Not happening!” He protested, staring on his feet.“Oh, pray tell, why not, young man?” The Record Keeper asked with a sweet voice.Kyle clenched his fists. “Why not?! Because it’ll probably kill me!” He shouted. His voice cracked with panic. He couldn’t even imagine just how much of his lifeforce would be drained as soon as he tried to summon either a Greater Being, or a Demon Lord. It would probably kill him instantly.“I’d say it’s worth a try.” The Record Keeper chuckled. “Lif
Kyle stared at the Demon’s serious expression for a few seconds before breathing in. “And what in the world made you think that’s a good idea?” he shouted, flailing his arms around in an attempt to convey how ridiculous Droigheann’s suggestion was. “Go and ask? Who are you going to ask that to?”Droigheann chuckled at the panicked young man. “You worry too much for things you do not need to worry about, human.” He said with an amused expression. His eyes glimmered as he grinned. “Most demons do not care about what happens in the material plane. The Abyssal Plane is more than enough for them. I am sure that piece of power has its price.”Kyle bit his lips. Control over time itself. That was what was at stake here. How could a power like that have a price? By definition, it must be priceless! Or that’s what he believed in. He hesitated still, what if something happened to Droigheann? What if a fight
“IT IS AMAZING, KYLE!” Cacophus exclaimed as soon as the young summoner stepped into his study. “LOOK, THE SUN IS UP,” He pointed at the drawn shut curtains with his bony fingers. “YOU DID IT, DIDN’T YOU? YOU WENT SOMEWHERE WITH THAT ANGEL, YOU FIXED THE STORM CLOUDS, YOU MADE THE GREATER BEING LEAVE.”Kyle flinched. “Uh, no hang on.” He gestured the Lich to calm down. He was way too excited. Why? Had the Greater Being’s arrival scared him so much? Considering how he rushed to hide in the damp, dark catacombs below the plateau, Kyle didn’t have much trouble believing that.“I didn’t make the Greater Being leave.” He explained. “It was looking for something and left when it turned out it wasn’t here.”The green lights in the Lich’s eye sockets lit up with curiosity. “WHAT WAS IT LOOKING FOR?”Kyle shrugged. “I’m not sure.&rdqu
Kyle paced around the cathedral, taking in the view. While he had been taking it for granted until now, he forced himself to look, to pay attention to his surroundings. Wildflowers surrounded the small, stone path circling the cathedral. Fruit trees dotted the landscape around it, providing some much needed shade, and the delicious fruits he ate for breakfast every day.A wry smile formed on his lips. He paused, and crouched by the largest, most vibrant patch of wildflowers. He gently touched some of their petals, feeling the texture.The flowers from Necron were even more vibrant than these. They were sturdier, not so fragile. They bloomed so much more, in a matter of hours for some of them. Their scent alone was enough to help him relax, to calm him down and allow him to clear his mind.These flowers on the other hand… They were beautiful, but fragile. They bloomed for a couple of days, then wilted.Was that why the residents of Necron created st
The room suddenly grew darker as Kyle’s shadow seemed to gain depth. Not a moment later, Droigheann, clad in his armour, appeared.His gaze fixed on Vis almost instantly. “What are you doing here, vampire?” He hissed. Vis smiled. “We were talking about stuff.” She said with a cheerful shrug. Droigheann quickly turned to look at Kyle. “Is that so?” He asked.Kyle chuckled and nodded. “No worries, Droigheann. How did it go?”The Demon of the Nightbloom took off his helmet, then smirked. “I think they’ll give it to us.” He said with a victorious smile.Kyle’s eyes shot wide open. “Seriously?!” He exclaimed. “That’s-““What’s the catch then?” Vis asked with a flat voice. “I’ve known demons, they wouldn’t just let you have it.” She added.Droigheann chuckled. “The catch is that they want to me
Vis and Droigheann had completely transformed the Grand Hall of the Cathedral. The once holy – looking hall was now a summoning ground for the Demon Lord. Or Lords, depending on how many of them decided to come from the Abyssal Plane.There was a large pentagram drawn on the ground. The pews that once decorated the hall had been taken outside, put up against the wall in the hallway.The pentagram was drawn with blood, some taken from Kyle, some from Vis.“We both must remain in the room,” The vampire explained as she finished drawing the pentagram. “This will contain them within this circle,” She pointed at a larger circle. Most of the Grand Hall was within this circle, with only the entrances and the altar remaining out of it. “But only for as long as we stay within it as well.” A grim smile formed on her lips.“That’s… better than nothing, I guess.” Kyle muttered. “Thanks, Vis.&rdq
From the sea of blood, three figures rose.The one nearest to Kyle was a woman. Her white hair and eyes were quite a contrast to her crimson skin covered in black veins. The pair of demonic wings on her back stretched as she opened her eyes. Terrifyingly beautiful, Kyle thought as he noticed her sharp fangs, and claw like hands. A long tail swung from one side to the next as she raised her chin.The other two were identical to one another. Both of them had dark grey skin, and a pair of wings on their backs. They both wore armour made from the scales of something. Perhaps a dragon, the young man thought. Although they seemed much more dangerous with their hostile gazes, and the pair of horns on their heads, the woman terrified him so, so much more.“Welcome, Lady of the Pit.” Droigheann’s voice sounded. “And young lords as well.” He respectfully bowed his head.The Demon of the Nightbloom circled around them and took his place