Doubtful Adventures – The Price – Part 2

As i saw the village from far away, i wondered how the villagers could turn their heads simultaneously at me and than block me completely from seing further.

A couple hundred meters ahead was the village but as i came closer, the picture of the village became blur. I didnt thought much of it but as i came closer and closer, it dissapeared completely.

„Was this a sort of illusion spell?“ I asked myself while cramping out the spell book. As i read through it, i noticed that such a spell was not available in the normal form. Instead i found a blood spell of the highest ranks but this would take more than one person to cast. Invisibility for an entire village would atleast need one sacrifice of blood or entity stated the book ..

As i gathered my thoughts.. i wondered.. was the village full of blood casters? Should i really go there ? But maybe it was just my mind talking too much.

I wrote a symbol of a low rank tarning spell on my arm, just in case if i needed to hide but if the village was full of high tier casters, i would need to use blood magic again and experience hell.

I didnt wanted that, but whatever! I needed to keep going and find the next safe zone before the storm or those beings would hunt me down for good.

I went straight forward to the village. Even if it was under an illusion spell, i would soon just walk through it.

After few minutes of walking…

„I should be already near it, but why am i not through the barrier yet ..“. As i was looking around the area where nothing was except stones and a few trees, i heard the voices from earlier again.

… I started running again.

„Fxck.. dont tell me that these beings were real!“ i thought to myself as i was running. While i looked back if i could see something, i tripped over a stone and crashed into an invisible barrier. My little bump was enough to make the barrier visible but the inside was blurred.

As i had no time, i started to knock and kick against the barrier because those beings or whatever that was, came more and more closer. The only thing i could sense that i was in real danger again and when i noticed that no one would help me, i felt a loud scream behind my ear.

The scream was so loud that my ears were ringing and when i turned back, nothing was behind me..

Suddenly i felt a sharp pain in my ears, they started bleeding and my stomach was pierced from behind by the being. I was lifted upwards why i couldnt do anything but trying to breath and hope.. As i was levitating a meter above ground, i was about to pass out. I somehow managed to say the symbol on my arm and became invisible for a few moments.

This was probably enough to let me down and i passed out while i was accepting death in my own blood pool and torn organs.. The last thing i heard was the ringing scream of that cursed thing..

After an unknown amount of time i woke up on a bed and people with covered faces were looking at me. I was shocked that i was still alive and examined my body. I was bandaged completely around my waist and two of them healed my wounds inside my ears. As i was looking around, i didnt knew if i was safe or just lucky. I still was unsure and stood distrustful.

„Thank you for saving me, but who are you all and what is this place?“ i asked why i got healed on the bed.

„We are called the no one because we dont have any faces and this is the village which you had looked for“ one of them said.

„Why did you save me ? Was it no trouble ?“ i asked while i wanted to sit but couldnt due to pain in my stomach.

„Dont try to move, it will take time to heal your organs and what do you mean by trouble for us?“ another one asked skeptically.

„I was chased by an invisible being and it killed me by stabbing my back in front of your barrier, how did you pulled the barrier down, saved me and brought it back up?“ i asked wondering.

The people looked at themselves and at me while the atmosphere went suddenly tense. Another one asked „Repeat what you just said“ but asked instead „Where is my rucksack ? I had a book inside, if i get it back i could tell you what happend without laying here“

All of them started to make weird noises with each other and looked more around the room. It was if they were looking for something.

„What about my book now? Iam thankful that you saved me but i have to go“ i asked and said while my pulse went slightly up. Than one of them shouted loud at me „YOU USED BLOOD MAGIC AND BROUGHT IT INSIDE – YOU WILL DIE HERE BITCH AND YOUR BOOK IS BURNED!!“

While i was shocked and in pain, the others calmed the one of the no one and took him outside. One of them told then „Chain her up and bring her down to the others, make sure she cant use her hands“ – „You have no idea what youve caused by using the high ranked blood spells!“

As i was trying to move, one of them held my mouth shut and chained my throat and hands and pulled me down to a door with following a staircase. I couldnt say a word because the chain was pressuring my throat. As i was pulled along the dirty hallway, i saw cages left and right with creatures and people chained on the walls – begging for help or laughing..

„What was this place ? What would they do to me?.. i got no time for this bullshit!“ I thought as i was chained on the wall.

„You will rotten here you witch!“ said the one and spitted in my face while walking laughingly away and closing the door.

I was angry.. angry that i was stupid enough to die near these bastards. I would need to get out of here but how if i cant use my spells ? .. It seemed hopeless .. After minutes of gathering myself i remembered that the book stated, that some of the spells can be activated by thinking about them. This stated as well that none of the usual spells would be included – only blood spells of the disaster threat and higher.

„Damn it.. this book is like a curse itself, only wanting you to use the bloody spells .. i have no choice, plus they seemed to be scared from something“ i thought…

I tried to remember a spell of the blood magic pages but the only one i knew was the negative impact and for this to work i would need to be able to talk.

As i tried to relax, i heard someone along the hallway screaming „Summon a demon sumon THE demon Hilagarn!!! Summon demon summon demon hilagarn!!“ As i heard how he was tortured and killed.

„Was this a choice ? I never had summoned a demon before, but i had nothing to loose now“ – i drew a circle with my dripping blood from my stomach and used my foot for the drawing.

Than i closed my eyes and spoke

„I call you demon Hilagarn to my aid, destroy my enemies and upheave the landscale of this village with the power of my blood“ … one second … ten seconds .. one minute .. nothing happend ?

.. My head began to hurt really bad and a dark being was building up from my dropped blood. It was an image of myself but with a diabolic evil face and dark wings. The chains dropped from my hands and throat and it healed me again completely. The pain was gone and i was really energised.

„Time to get my book demon!“ i said loud while it bowed to her summoner and rushed through the cell while it destroyed every door and gate along the way.

All i was hearing were screams and „THE WITCH HAS SUMMONED A GHOST – RUN EVERYBODY, USE PROTECTION MAGIC“ but as i sprinted upwards and tried to look what was happening outside, i noticed that my summoning was completely overpowering the village.

„How horrific… it went straight out and killed everything ..“

While i yelled „THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR STEALING FROM ME'“ – one of the remaining villager with cut limbs and a missing hand crawled towards me saying „you…demon… witch… you will see.. the true cost of your blood soon..“. I wanted to ask him what he meant but i was feeling wonderful and my summoning ripped his head off.

I noticed that my demon was sucking all the blood from its prey until there was nothing left. That day, over thirty seven died and when i uncovered one of their faces, i noticed that it was one of my old friends from our zone.

„HOW … what is going on here damn it ..“ i couldnt think for a few moments and just stood there while the demon found my book and brought it back.

„Thank you Hilagarn, you did well“ i said proud while it kneeled before me a last time. Suddenly it was dissolving into thin air and all the collected blood of the dead built a spherical ball which was thrown at my face..

„What is this?? The price for my summoning ?“ I asked myself as i started to feel even greater pain than my first blood spell.

„AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHRRRRRHHHHHHHHHGG“ – the pain was completely different than before because i was feeling all their emotions while they got killed.. It was really bad and my energy i had earlier was used up, making me unconscious on the field of the dead..

As i prepared to just sleep on the spot, i saw the book glowing red..

Part 3 on its way! Follow for more! 🙂

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