Give Me A Word I’ll Make A World - Chapter 49
A/N: A first chapter without keywords because of an original idea of mine, I’ll though use keywords in the next chapter.
EDIT: Forgot to create a new volume so it was in the previous volume.
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A woman, around 20, was walking in a street.
-Hey, baby, you wanna have some fun.
She snorted.
Such people were the dregs of society.
For a young woman like her, born in a rich family and used to being treated like a princess, these people were more disgusting than c.o.c.kroaches.
-Hey! I’m talking to you!
He seemed to be drunk. Drunken people are dangerous.
She accelerated.
The man kept following her.
Slowly, she walked faster and faster until her walk became a run.
She ran, ran and ran, and the man followed her like her shadow.
A loud, panting shadow.
A small mistake, just being a bit too hasty, just taking the wrong turn.
Then came the wall.
The dead end.
Then came the pain.
Maybe a bit of physical pleasure.
But mainly pain.
Physical, but much stronger mental pain.
She was tainted. Forever.
Her mind was forever marked by this event.
Now, the man left.
He satisfied his carnal instincts, took a woman’s v.i.r.g.i.nity, filled her with his s.p.e.r.m, made her pregnant, got sober, and left.
Once the man left, she heard some footsteps.
She asked for help.
She begged some help.
The footsteps came closer.
She just had time to raise her head to see a middle-aged man with a reassuring smile on his lips.
-Don’t worry, everything will be fine, I’ll take you to the hospital.
He helped her to get to the back of his car.
He gave her a bottle.
-Take it, you’ll feel better.
She didn’t question what was in the bottle.
That giving water to shocked people might make them choke.
Not until she started to feel its effects.
In a big, dark cave, a man was sweating profusely.
He just carried an unconscious body down the stairs.
He placed the woman on a chair, chained her to stop her from moving, and put a bowl user her left hand.
The woman woke up just at that moment.
-Oh, you woke up right on time!
-Who are you? What are you doing to me?
He smiled.
Then with a weak yet strong cutting sound resonated amid the cries of the woman.
The blood was flowing with a steady rhythm.
Through her half-closed eyes, full of tears, the woman saw the fuzzy image of a bright smile.
The man was laughing.
Amid the laughing of the man, her blood was slowly flowing out.
When it stopped he cut it again and changed the bowl.
After half her blood left her body, she started to feel the urge to join the man in his euphoria.
Her brain started to feel the lack of oxygen.
It was her last minute.
The longer she laughed, the weaker her voice was.
15 seconds, she started coughing weakly.
10 seconds, she was murmuring feebly.
The last few seconds were only composed of a small uncontrolled trembling.
The man stopped laughing long ago; he only did so for a few seconds, in an explosion of joy.
Finding young maiden who just lost their v.i.r.g.i.nity and purity nowadays was a hard task, moreover pregnant ones.
Quite happily it only needed to be one; the rest of the blood needed for the ritual could be complemented by standard v.i.r.g.i.n blood.
Now was the hard part.
He got a lot of work to do.
A few hours later, he was lighting up 17 candles placed on a red pentacle.
Beside him were tens of dead, dry corpses.
An unbearable odor was saturating the atmosphere, witness of the horrors that happened here.
He lighted the last, biggest candle in the middle.
The man started casting an ancient, dark spell while demonic flames started to burn the blood to smithereens.
I felt the call.
I came.
Slowly.
Bit by bit.
I came through the circle.
My horns.
My neck.
My shoulders.
My torso.
My tail.
My legs.
My feet.
Then the time came for my question.
-Mortal who dare summon me, what is your wish? Do you want power? Money? Immortality?
-All of that! I want all of that!
He had crazed eyes.
Crazed eyes are good.
I summoned a contract.
-Then, sign. I only want your soul.
He hurriedly signed.
Then the time came for me to leave.
-Here is my part of the contract… Power!
He felt more powerful than ever before.
-Money!
He was almost drowning in gold and riches.
-Immortality!
The traces of age disappeared from his body.
It became as solid as a rock.
-Then is my part of the contract…
I snigger and move my right hand.
-Thanks for your patronage!
I leave with a puff of smoke.
A bit later…
With a bang, the door to the cave is opened.
And what is behind was most unexpected to the one entering.
A tree full of vigor growing on an intact body.
A Satanist circle made of blood, dry, forming red scales on the floor.
A pile of dried corpses, closer from dried meat than actual people.
A walkie-talkie that fell to the floor.
And a few policemen who just entered, throwing up on the floor, tears in their eyes.
