“YOU BI—IYAH!” The shriek that came from the creature that the young lady held hands with was terribly inhuman. It could have been a banshee, and in the moment, the blonde did wonder that. Of course, it wouldn’t be screaming this way if it was a banshee. The blood on her hand would not have bothered it, nor would the Latin words passing her lips.
It was spoken in a monotone, a mantra that pulled the essence that made up this creature out and shredded it. The form she held on to was starting to pull apart.
There were many ways to summon a demon, but all of them required the same thing: life force. People did that by sacrificing the souls of others, more often than not, but that was not an option.
Even though she had a corpse that fell behind her—she heard the thud—she would have never given that soul. It was already gone, anyway. It was how the young lady in the pale green dress was able to keep speaking so heartlessly, even as the demon’s shrieks became pleas. It couldn’t part its hand from hers, and it couldn’t get up the strength to claw her, though the woman caught the glint of claws.
‘No. You will not survive this.’
As the last of the words left her lips, the demon’s flesh was on the ground and the essence was above it, captive. That was the moment the young woman released the body, only to turn back and walk to where a man with the same blonde hair had fallen. Her blue eyes did not seem to see the man as she knelt at his side, and took a blade from its sheathe at his hip. She walked right back to the demon once she held it, the essence still enthralled to the mark that had burned itself into the demon’s hand.
‘How is it the song goes?’ The woman mused to herself as she split the creature open from head to toe. “Build it up with blood and bone,” she sung to the familiar tune of London Bridge, “Blood and bone,” a reminder put in her head. Blood and bone as the foundation for all summoning spells—the material. She started to hum it, as blood and bone came to form a new glyph. Then, a word of command was spoken to the essence.
Down it went, giving a glowing life to the blood and bone. That which did not belong in the material realm—souls and such—were then the bridge itself, the way to help a thing from beyond to cross over. ‘And my blood, around it, to protect me.’ She dug the blade into her arm and let the blood spill. She would regret it later, when the adrenaline wore off, when it registered that she had no home to go into, no place to rest, and no family, but she was caught in the heat of the moment.
Right now, she needed to make sure the demon brought forth could do her no harm, especially if it turned out she summoned the one responsible for all of this.
If anyone could answer what demons were doing here, and what they wanted with her family, it would be a demon…and if it did not have the answers immediately, she’d get it bound to her so that the answers would be found in time.
“Come forth!” She commanded, no hint of fear, as the air within the circle of the glyph shimmered, finally sparking life in her eyes. She held her arm close to her chest then, pressing it hard against herself to slow the bleeding.
It was spoken in a monotone, a mantra that pulled the essence that made up this creature out and shredded it. The form she held on to was starting to pull apart.
There were many ways to summon a demon, but all of them required the same thing: life force. People did that by sacrificing the souls of others, more often than not, but that was not an option.
Even though she had a corpse that fell behind her—she heard the thud—she would have never given that soul. It was already gone, anyway. It was how the young lady in the pale green dress was able to keep speaking so heartlessly, even as the demon’s shrieks became pleas. It couldn’t part its hand from hers, and it couldn’t get up the strength to claw her, though the woman caught the glint of claws.
‘No. You will not survive this.’
As the last of the words left her lips, the demon’s flesh was on the ground and the essence was above it, captive. That was the moment the young woman released the body, only to turn back and walk to where a man with the same blonde hair had fallen. Her blue eyes did not seem to see the man as she knelt at his side, and took a blade from its sheathe at his hip. She walked right back to the demon once she held it, the essence still enthralled to the mark that had burned itself into the demon’s hand.
‘How is it the song goes?’ The woman mused to herself as she split the creature open from head to toe. “Build it up with blood and bone,” she sung to the familiar tune of London Bridge, “Blood and bone,” a reminder put in her head. Blood and bone as the foundation for all summoning spells—the material. She started to hum it, as blood and bone came to form a new glyph. Then, a word of command was spoken to the essence.
Down it went, giving a glowing life to the blood and bone. That which did not belong in the material realm—souls and such—were then the bridge itself, the way to help a thing from beyond to cross over. ‘And my blood, around it, to protect me.’ She dug the blade into her arm and let the blood spill. She would regret it later, when the adrenaline wore off, when it registered that she had no home to go into, no place to rest, and no family, but she was caught in the heat of the moment.
Right now, she needed to make sure the demon brought forth could do her no harm, especially if it turned out she summoned the one responsible for all of this.
If anyone could answer what demons were doing here, and what they wanted with her family, it would be a demon…and if it did not have the answers immediately, she’d get it bound to her so that the answers would be found in time.
“Come forth!” She commanded, no hint of fear, as the air within the circle of the glyph shimmered, finally sparking life in her eyes. She held her arm close to her chest then, pressing it hard against herself to slow the bleeding.