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The Way Of Blood V
🕑 Added 2022-05-28 13:32:40 +0000 UTC.................
Chapter 87: The Way Of Blood V
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Indeed, what he was developing was so much more of a cheat than what anyone might think to the point he wondered why none of the brilliant minds of this world ever thought about it.
'The problem is that the requirement for life force seems to be much higher than what he's currently capable of.'
That was a problem only time can solve. The amount of life force he can release in a second is limited, but it's constantly rising. Even when doing nothing, it's increasing to very slowly, but when in intimate training sessions with Selina, it increases a lot.
In fact, it goes wild for a short while before stabilizing though a percentage of that increase remains.
"Do you have a way? To make me more useful to you?" Finally, Selina asked the question that has been bugging her for so long.
"I do. I thought it might take longer, but it should be ready soon, less than a year. I need to do more tests to get rid of some of the risks." Ian was honest. The project he's working on is extremely dangerous, and it has many variables that he needs to eliminate.
A sigh of relief escaped Selina's mouth. A huge burden was lifted off her shoulders as she finally released a smile, her usual smile as she got her usual self.
She moved around like a snake, finding herself hugging Ian from behind, and leaving kisses on his neck. Her voice was playful and enticing.
"I have a goal in mind. Wouldn't you be a dear and help me acquire it? I was already planning on rewarding you, but I'll go further and beyond... You'll love it."
"Hahahaha," Ian was amused, to say the least, "You're part of the team, and it's the duty of the team members to help each other... Never mind all of that, sho..."
"You slipped hahahaa!" Yeah, it was all too late for Ian to take it back as he looked distraught, "But don't worry, I'll make you happy... I want a diamond, a gorgeous diamond. It's called the Hope diamond necklace... A beautiful little thing."
"Oh? Reaching out so high?"
"You don't think I can do it?"
Their intimate banter soon came to an end as Selina noticed something, "What is this?"
"What?"
"It looks like a black dot," Selina noted while touching a spot on his upper back, "And it's not a mole, it feels more like a tattoo, but it's just a dot?" Selina stated with confusion. After all, a tattoo of a dot is quite strange.
"Oh, that... I don't know. Don't mind it for now." That was the furthest Ian said about it, ignoring the topic altogether.
His destination for the day was also the underground tier of the mansion though this time a different room.
"The room of charity..." Ian remarked as he entered the room with amusement, "It's really been a long time since I received charity, but well, nothing I can do... I had run out of mediums."
But now he has a medium, a vial already prepared in a magical circle in the room. The chamber, like always was dark and depressing. There were several candles at every edge of the ritual circle though they haven't been lit just yet.
He went ahead and did that, took off most of his clothes, leaving only his pants, and sat in the circle. Ian picked up the vial, eyeing the few drops of blood within, "Thank you, Constantine."
Indeed, the vial contains Constantine's blood which is partially a demon's blood. It holds the blood of a very important demon, the one he's going to summon right now, and those specks of blood are the medium to do that.
A skull was placed before him, a human skull. Different demons have different preferences on the mediums, and the demon he wants to summon requires these.
This act of charity though was very different than the previous times. There is just something about this ritual that wasn't right.
It started with Ian speaking the usual summoning incantations, followed by a bizarre event. As soon as the incantation was finished, Ian let the drops of blood in the vial drop on the skull, initiating a strange event.
Instantly, every candle in the room got extinguished, and crimson swirling energy manifested itself before enveloping the skull.
The twisting energy soon turned into red flesh, forming skin around the skull. The end result was a red-skinned, bald head. It was hideous with its mouth cracked in two, a long snake-like tongue falling from the crack.
"Khekhekhekeh, you have maa blood..." His screeching voice halted for a second, "No! you have the pig's blood!"
His hissing screamed of hate and contempt for who he considers to be the pig.
"I've already written all the terms on this piece of paper. There are no negotiations, I know how y... Agree or you can leave," It seemed like Ian's tongue slipped, leading the demon's poisonous yellow eyes to flicker with a light of understanding.
The demon still said nothing, but just looked at the paper for only a few seconds before letting out a grotesque laugh, "I see I see. Did he think he can deceive me? Only he'd know I have something like that... somehow. A dangerous game you're playing you pig."
His venomous words didn't seem to be pointed at Ian, but at the pig, yet Ian didn't respond. He just emotionlessly stared at the demon.
He didn't flinch even as the demon started his whispers of desires, seducing Ian into changing the terms. From words of enticement to ones of anger, trying to get a reaction out of Ian, yet failing to do so.
Eventually, the demon's face morphed into an emotionless look, "I see. He must've taught you well... Dealing with demons always comes with consequences. It doesn't matter how careful you are, your soul will still find itself in my hands in the end."
Yet Ian didn't react. He appeared frigid and unresponsive. His eyes seemed frozen, barely blinking.
The demon continued speaking nonetheless. He was speaking in what is known as the way of the devil. Words of temptation, seduction, and promises of wishes and desires.
Ian remained undisturbed until the demon finally had enough, "I see... Khehekehehee... You don't understand. Even you don't seem to understand yourself, but the pig must've seen it which is why he was so sure I'll agree.
Even his friends or tools I should say aren't safe from his calculations, and that'll come to bite him back in the end. You also doubt him, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have stated the second wish."
The demon remained silent for a while as if he was preparing to say something or he was preparing something, "You still don't wish to respond huh? Very well, then remember my name as the demon of Hell Nergal. We shall meet soon, and then you'll realize how fatal of a mistake you've made..."
Ian remained just as silent as he read through the contract that has manifested before him, and only then did he sign it by dropping a single drop of blood on it.
"Hehehehekekehehehe, very well, then by my name as a hell lord, Nergal! I declare the contract in effect and bound to our very souls! Now human, let me give you a piece of advice or a piece of knowledge I should say... Death is not the end. It is only the beginning, and I will be waiting for you at the starting line..."
The demon's head then evaporated, leaving a vial and a piece of paper in its place.
Ian finally let out a sigh of relief, "Constantine was right. He's a bit of a dumbass."
He then picked up the paper first and read through it with a frown surfacing on his pale face, 'Interesting. Very interesting. It's different than Neron's words, I guess it's not so easy to get what I want from hell lords.'
Ian once asked the demon Neron what's so special about his soul. He asked that same question to Nergal, and what do you know, their answers are different.
'I don't know how exactly they deceived me, but I guess that should be expected from such evil beings that walk amongst the fires of hell for ages. This is why my next words are necessary...'
Ian was certainly acting strange. Not his usual self, and he seemed much more reckless against a demon, especially when considering how lax the contract he just made was.
"Lucifer's blood, his true blood," Ian picked up the vial like it was the most precious thing his hand ever came upon, "I wonder what Constantine wants to do with it?"
He started contemplating things with a thoughtful look, his whispers barely heard by a very obscure wisp of energy somewhere in the room, "Should I keep it? No, I can not handle Constantine, and I need the material."
His words were faintly obscure, not telling much, but he firmly believes everything is going well. The last step was Ian letting out a sigh while shaking his head before cleaning up the ritual circle. The moment that happened, that wisp of energy vanished as if its connection to the world of the living was cut off... Poor Constantine.
Comments
Yeah, basically all of Ian's scams were thrown to Constantine though Ian wouldn't be so cruel to his 'Friend' I'm sure he'll eventually clear Constantine's name.
Did be blame everything on Constantine
