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Destruction Angel Summoned After Being Dead For 500 Years Finds Love
Chapter 4: The Summoning
Somewhere in the capital city of Mendelos, it was already past ten on that cold evening, in an abandoned house just on the corner of the slum district, five hooded men had gathered. They all wear bone white masks to hide their identities from each other.
"Shall we begin?" Said one who wears a mask resembling a screaming ghost as he strides around the circle carefully examining everyone present.
"Everything seems to be in order, we can finally start the summoning." He then takes a small amber stone from one of the many secret pockets lining his black robes.
Walking towards the center of the circle, the Ghost-mask places the small amber on top of a circular altar. The light of the torches barely illuminates the dark room, giving it a more eerie feeling instead of providing light.
One of the masked men, this time one who wears a Goat-mask, pulls a dagger from a sheath in his belt. Slowly and with utmost care, he proceeds to cut open it's right palm, making sure the blood dripping from it falls directly on top of the amber stone.
Droplets of blood fall on the amber stone, it quickly sizzles like water in a pan of hot oil.
"Tis done"
The Goat-mask proclaimed as he started to bandage his cut hand with a clean white linen cloth. Seemingly unperturbed, he quietly returned back to his place within the circle, giving the slightest nod to one wearing the ghost mask.
The Ghost-mask starts the incantation of the summoning. The deep hum of the spell reverberated throughout the dark room.
One by one, the masked people joined in the hum, first was the Goat-mask. Dog-mask proceeded to follow on the right side, the Owl-mask started humming, matching the tone with the Dog-mask, and as if rising to a crescendo, the Lion-mask bellowed a thunderous hum that finally completed the summoning spell.
Sweat trickled from their foreheads, both from the humidity and the anxiety, invisible to the naked eye, as it's under the masks they are wearing, the hooded masked people waited in silence and anticipation, trembling with fear... or is it excitement?
None of them could tell if the summoning was a success, as they went behind the back of their leader, stealing the amber stone, hoping to control a primordial for their own personal purposes. If done...
Somewhere in the capital city of Mendelos, it was already past ten on that cold evening, in an abandoned house just on the corner of the slum district, five hooded men had gathered. They all wear bone white masks to hide their identities from each other.
"Shall we begin?" Said one who wears a mask resembling a screaming ghost as he strides around the circle carefully examining everyone present.
"Everything seems to be in order, we can finally start the summoning." He then takes a small amber stone from one of the many secret pockets lining his black robes.
Walking towards the center of the circle, the Ghost-mask places the small amber on top of a circular altar. The light of the torches barely illuminates the dark room, giving it a more eerie feeling instead of providing light.
One of the masked men, this time one who wears a Goat-mask, pulls a dagger from a sheath in his belt. Slowly and with utmost care, he proceeds to cut open it's right palm, making sure the blood dripping from it falls directly on top of the amber stone.
Droplets of blood fall on the amber stone, it quickly sizzles like water in a pan of hot oil.
"Tis done"
The Goat-mask proclaimed as he started to bandage his cut hand with a clean white linen cloth. Seemingly unperturbed, he quietly returned back to his place within the circle, giving the slightest nod to one wearing the ghost mask.
The Ghost-mask starts the incantation of the summoning. The deep hum of the spell reverberated throughout the dark room.
One by one, the masked people joined in the hum, first was the Goat-mask. Dog-mask proceeded to follow on the right side, the Owl-mask started humming, matching the tone with the Dog-mask, and as if rising to a crescendo, the Lion-mask bellowed a thunderous hum that finally completed the summoning spell.
Sweat trickled from their foreheads, both from the humidity and the anxiety, invisible to the naked eye, as it's under the masks they are wearing, the hooded masked people waited in silence and anticipation, trembling with fear... or is it excitement?
None of them could tell if the summoning was a success, as they went behind the back of their leader, stealing the amber stone, hoping to control a primordial for their own personal purposes. If done...
