Burning Soul

…

“You sure you want to go there?

Isn’t that place being the last place you want to go?”

A warlock asked Belphegor who was looking at the dense forest of the Arnor in the distance while sticking out his tongue and licking his knife.

“Oh right! You are right!

You sure are!

But you know what!” He looked back at him and replied,

“Someone tried to stop me earlier, ah poor fang!

Anyway, I sense a tremendous spirit power nearby again!

Maybe that girl has got her hands on something!

Ah, we should move, she’s waiting!”

He turned around and started walking.

“Then we have no choice!

Inform Glatius to move and wait for us at the Northern East entrance of the forest, we shall greet our guests there!”

The warlock next to him commanded one of his demi-human servants.

“Do you really think they’ll fall for this?

Isn’t an Ace with them?” He asked Belphegor again but,

this time reply came from behind him,

“You do as planned, I’ll take care of him!”,

a guy covered in the hood with a faint golden halo on him was standing in the pitch-black bushes. Hearing this Belphegor looked at him and cursed inwardly,

“Tsk, if not for her you’d have been dead!

Yeah! Sure!

It’s for her!

Everything is for her!

It’s for her after all!

But damn, that coward god chooses you this time huh!”

“Isn’t it ironic that you who have been following him so blindly just to resurrect her, was ditched off from handling such a delicate mission?”

He replied with a hint of arrogance in his voice before disappearing into the shadows.

‘I swear once she wakes up, I’ll rip you apart you arrogant kid!’ He thought to himself.

…

In a cave, not so far away there were some strange looking people walking around

“Master, why are you relying on such a sketchy man!” An apostle asked Glatius.

He was sitting on a throne made up of stone with a few demi-human girls tied with heavy chains to his throne,

almost every demi-human in his cave was tied with chains as if he was running some slave trade.

Listening to his underling, question him he threw a glare at him and pulled on the chains.

With a rattling noise, one of the tied slaves was pulled towards him, he went as far as to grab her hand and pull her close making her uncomfortable.

“You know Ryan, sometimes sketchy people turn out to be more useful than the dump around. Don’t you dare mess with him, he’s not on your level to deal with?” He replied to him while running his fingers on the back of the girl making her even more uncomfortable.

He was just about to touch her face when a messenger walked in,

“Master, he’s ready and asks your assistance at the northern east front!”

Hearing him he stopped and moved her away from his face and looked at him in rage,

“Next time you butt in like that and I’ll send you flying.

Can’t you see I’m busy?”

He then proceeded to squeeze the girl’s face with his hand and then stood from his throne.

“So, we are to disturb those freaks now huh!

Get everyone ready, we leave in two days as I need to gain my strength back, it’s been a long time since I fought!”

He then turned to his chambers leaving everyone behind.

“Didn’t you hear him, move and order everyone to get ready!”

Ryan commanded his underling and looked at Glatius’s fading figure thinking,

‘How can an apostle of god be this filthy!

That poor one’s gonna die!’

He then turned to leave the halls.

…

Here Glatius entered his chambers and locked the door.

He then turned to the closet and took off his weapons and armor.

Walking to another closet and pulled out something.

It looked like an ordinary leaf, but was rather fresh as if it was just plucked from any tree,

he then bit his finger pulling a drop of blood from the wound.

He placed the leaf on the table and poured in a drop full of blood on it while chanting some magic.

A few runes appeared on the leaf while sucking in the blood, after a moment the runes disappeared, and the leaf shrunk in size as well.

He folded that leaf in the shape of a slab and turned to the bed. There was yet another girl tied up. Putting on his crooked smile he walked near her.

She was still unconscious due to exhaustion.

He walked close to her and grabbed them by her mouth and opened her mouth to put in the leaf. Her struggle was in vain in front of him and didn’t last long as well.

After making sure she gulped it he then pulled her face close while giving a weird smile,

“Don’t disappoint me, I don’t like wasting such beauty.”

Hearing this brought a wave of terror to her face before he made a move on her.

…

“He’ll move in 2 days!”

A messenger informed back to Belphegor.

Hearing him his underling snapped and was about to thrash him when Belphegor stopped him,

“Ah, don’t pull your anger on this poor one, Let him take his time, ah sweet sweet sweet thing gonna deal with the troublemakers while we prepare to welcome our guests, I hope that dog takes the tag away for us or we’ll just have to kill them all.”

He replied and continued to walk.

“Why is he helping us anyway?” His underling had it in mind a while but couldn’t just ask,

“Ah you don’t get it, why why why why is everyone like that.

You don’t get the basics of life, do you?

No wonder you are so weak, everything in this world has a price, you figure whom you want to buy and how it becomes easier.

Yeah, it’s so interesting, so interesting that I can barely contain my excitement!

Oh, and all he wants is more years to his life, what more an undead can ask for?

Poor one doesn’t even know what horror immortality brings.

Let’s keep moving, I don’t want to keep our guests waiting!”

He replied and started walking again.

He did answer the question, but no one was really sure how he was planning to increase Glatius’s life as there was no such way that anyone knew, maybe he was planning to do it in some unbelievable way.