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Underworld Of Roses IV
🕑 Added 2022-04-02 16:05:23 +0000 UTC.................
Chapter 54: Underworld Of Roses IV
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"Mmm lala la laaa," Ian was happily humming while painting something on the ground, forming a strange symbol, demonic perhaps? He was even painting it with what looks like blood, or red paint.
He was alone in the chamber, one different than the collection room but not far away from it. It was a chamber specifically prepared for demonic rituals, his latest interest.
It was a field he has a lot of interest in, and he plans to thoroughly butcher it and exploit it even more than scammers do, and everyone knows they're fucking ruthless.
Once he finished painting the pentagram. He stood up and walked up to a table to the side with an open book on it.
"Alright, let's double-check... Yeah, it's perfect," The opened page of the book had exactly the same demonic pentagram on it with a few extra explanations to the side.
It was all written in some strange language, definitely not modern langue but something ancient. It was the demon's tongue, the language of the creatures of hell.
The book not only had demon language but also old English, mostly to teach the reader about hell's speech. That was the book he acquired from the nightclub.
To the side of the book were a few scattered papers. They were also acquired from there, and they were notes left by the gang leader, the one who was using all of the demonic rituals.
"To think a small-time gang member would come upon this, such a basic but valuable book, seemingly written by the bug Beelzebub himself, one of the hell lords."
Ian let out a chuckle, reflecting on when he had read the notes as they had a bit of detail about his experiences, "Then again, he was just a small gang member, he was a bit dumb, so he was taken advantage of. What do they say about dealing with the devil? Something like... Don't remember, whatever."
He was attired in only black sports pants, nothing else. His immaculate form was shown under the faint red light in the chamber.
He made his way to the side of the room and brought thirteen candles then placed them around the pentagram. He also had a piece of paper in his hand which he kept eyeing again and again. Written on it were the demonic ritual ceremony steps and summoning speech.
"He traded his soul for power, and he probably didn't read the contract. It's common sense really, always read the contracts thoroughly lest you find yourself falling into the abyss of misery and fuckery.
He was able to become the gang's leader, but he lost his reasoning in the process, that and his power must've been overly restricted. That's a priceless lesson I should remember as I dive myself into this field."
Ian's words sounded almost like a chant, engraving those words deep in his soul. Eleanor Roosevelt once said, 'Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself... Except if you're Ian, in that case, you can be as dumb as you wish.'
It has been around two weeks since Ian acquired what he desired, and he has been studying them to his heart's content, throwing all his work to Ralf though he still kept his usual training routine, working on Selina's resistance, you know, for the greater good.
He was like an addict, regularly absorbing and learning the demon's tongue, and studying the ways of demon-worshipping, or more like how to deal with the devil for maximum benefits.
The last needed component for the ritual was within a large container. Ian started pouring whatever is inside at the center of the pentagram, namely a certain amount of clothed blood, and dead bugs of all kinds.
The blood wasn't humans'. The ritual required the blood of any creature, but a human's would be much better, it will please the summoned demon.
"Yeah, fuck that." These were Ian's words once he found out about that part. Since it's necessary, he won't do it, it will only attract unwanted people's ire, and perhaps even have adverse effects.
One of the last steps of the ritual is lighting up all the candles in a specific order, reverse clockwise. Then came dropping a few drops of blood around the candles.
The most important step however is painting a few specific symbols around the candles. He brought several bugs and put each in the center of a certain symbol.
"This is fucking disgusting, but whatever," Ian muttered before taking a deep breath and taking a seat on the ground, right on the clothed blood. The bodies of bugs were very close to him as he started chanting.
"Those who dwell in darkness hear my call
As the shadows of old begin to fall
Let the rotten bodies fall to thy will
And from thy putrid worms, thy tiny forms, thou Shall Rise!
Come Forth Demon Rise!!"
He spoke in clear demon tongue as if it was his mother language as if he had been speaking it for years, and he might as well have because it's all he's been speaking for the past weeks.
And before his very eyes, the dead bodies of bugs turned into mincemeat that started forming into a horrid small humanoid body. The creature before was him looked like a ghastly humanoid bug with a long bizarre mouth, almost like a mosquito.
The bug let out a long rancid breath as blood dripped from every part of its body, "Mhhahh, You took your time. Mortals don't do that, they're always in a hurry. They fall into the temptation like mosquitos do for the taste of blood... Hmm, delicious."
"Nah, I usually fall into temptation easily, but this is a special occasion." Ian seized up the lump of flesh before him, trying to smell the disgusting stench all around.
"I see that. You've prepared a lot. You've pleased me before calling me forth. So much death, and so many souls. I was waiting for that pathetic human to die to get his measly soul, but you got me there quicker and caused so many deaths at the same time. Mhhh, nice very nice. You've pleased me, so I'll make sure to satisfy your wishes."
The bug muttered as it circled around Ian while smelling him from time to time. Ian didn't care about that, his expression remained unchanged but confusion was overwhelming his mind, 'Is he talking about the deaths in the war? What's happening? I did mea... I must've done it unconsciously. Ahem.'
He didn't dwell on that thought for long as he asked, "You wouldn't be Beelzebub himself, right?"
"You didn't think I'd show up? Perhaps you thought any demon would do, but no. How could I not show up."
The bug got even closer to Ian and took a long weird whiff of him before adding, "How could I not when how pure your soul is. I smelled it a while ago in that basement and I was waiting in excitement for this.
Your soul is pure despite spilling blood. In fact, it almost looks like that of a baby except for its strength, quite potent and mature. It's strange, too bizarre, but it's still a big pure, and tasty soul... I want it."
Ian raised one of his brows above the other in wonder, 'Why did that sound so wrong? And why is my soul like that? I-I don't know.'
"So speak your mind. Tell me of what you desire. Speak of what you wish to sacrifice. I'll be generous and fair, so frett not." The bug spoke while licking its lips with its long bizarre tongue.
"That sounds like a scam, but such is the ways of demons I guess. I was ready to be scammed for what I desire as long as you can make it true anyway." Ian spoke after letting out a sigh.
"Hehehehe, brilliant! So brilliant! Speak, what is it that you want?!" The bug was quite excited, seemingly not minding showing its emotions to Ian which only works to display how valuable his soul seems to be.
"I have several pieces of paper, part of a scroll named Dead Hell scroll. I want the rest right here and now." Ian spoke as brought a very small piece from his pocket.
He couldn't leave the pentagram as there are repercussions, so he made sure everything he would need was within his person.
The bug took a closer look only to jerk back in stupefaction, "Heee! Why do you have that!!? How you touch?"
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Gilgamos
Thanks for the chapter
