Book 2: Chapter 68
Heidi
“They sent a small witch to collect you.” Said Rahrraam outside the door. He watched the stairs while we were … busy. John was a gentle Alpha, afraid that he would hurt me, but it was part of why I loved him. The goddess gave me a good mate… and I was glad I completed the ceremony, tired as I was.
I now shared my soul with him, and he his. I would be immune to Ancient Blooded attacks, and he would have immunity to magic. The High Crone was impatient, because we were all on a time limit… soon Herrakken would show his face… and soon they may need to run if their way of life is discovered by the wrong people.
Like the Bull… That had to be Uncle Jerold… I wondered why he was hunting them, but I could possibly guess… They were dark blessed witches. In the war, they sided with their patron. The Horned One killed many… so did his son, and when they stopped, many still continued his cause until recently. Now that he had changed… I could only guess they did too… but now the damage to their reputation had already been done.
The only protection they had was their own… and if anyone found out their god had left them… they would be hunted. “We’re coming.” Grunted John getting up…. I went a little overboard on the energy absorbing … I still didn’t know how it worked fully, but he seemed to really like it.
We got out of bed from cuddling, and we took a quick shower together, and when I dried off we saw there were black robes on the bed for us. I was a little perturbed they did that… but that was my demon’s doing. He was the one likely to do it, not trusting anyone near me while in the room like this.
“Rahrraam, next time leave it at the door for me.” Complained John.
“I will not risk any seeing my lady’s body. I barely tolerate you in there.” he grumbled. “Had I not heard her climax I would have ripped you off her and found someone better.”
I was mortified. Crucify me. Send me back to the Horned One. “Lord Below Rahrraam!!” I screamed while John laughed.
“Oh my Lady Above Rat I will kill you when I get out there!” he laughed, and so did my familiar.
“Then who will recount the losing of your virginity?” He chuckled.
“You know what-.” Said John, cutting himself off. The demon goat was his full height. He seemed bigger. There were glowing red tattoos around his neck, and others that were on his chest, arms and back…. He breathed hot ash. Though this time a little bit of flame escaped with it.
“What?” He asked as a legitimate question. It didn’t dawn on him that neither of us expected to see him be his true self.
“Let’s go.” I smiled, and he nodded.
We held hands going down the stairs, getting looks of awe.
“The mistress only has purple markings on her demon.” Said one passerby.
“Had the young lady been pure, she might have rivaled her.” mumbled another.
“Our fellow Sister wields the Fourth Son.” Said another gossiper, but they thought I couldn’t hear it.
I was half wolf… I could hear them all…. But no one had any really nasty things to say…It made me wonder was this what a real coven was like… I was being called sister… that was something only reserved for respected members… I never heard that term hardly used at all in Emerald… even with actual related sisters….
We followed the other witches to a room in the basement. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, but John’s hold on my hand was reassuring…. I wasn’t alone anymore… and I wasn’t In Emerald… But I still held fear.
The glare given to me by Rahrraam wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen… he wanted me to be strong, as when we got down the long, spiraled stairs other demons would be there… and I assumed they were related, because a gossiper called him the fourth brother… I wondered was he ashamed of me? He was hard to understand, but Sparkle huffed at me.
No one is ashamed of us. We are not like them, but they respect us. She said with a snort. She was right, and I thanked her before seeing that the witches were in their ritual forms. They represented the stages of life. Youth, Maturity, and Wise Old Age. They stood equally apart from each other on the stone floor. This room did not look like the cellar…. High Matron Ezabi held her rituals outside because she was of the earth goddess Lia… Down here was old… dark. It was lit only by torches, though it seemed there was electricity in here for when they didn’t use it. There was also a large circle drawn on the floor. The white chalk seemed to fit perfectly inside carved symbols in the stone floor…. It looked like an elaborate version of the one Rahrraam showed me… but something was wrong.
“Where’s the cake?” I asked and there were chuckles. On the table in the center was a grand throne I assume he could fit in, and a human tied up, still alive…. Lady damnit. They’d put a curse on the young blond man of paralysis and silence. He looked about 30. But I could not show compassion…. not in a circle. I made myself sick.
“Ah little one, we give the most prized delicacy we can give: innocent virgin flesh… we thought you intended to use the wolf, but he’s your mate…,” Said the High Maiden.
“I already told you the boy is off limits.” Hissed the High Crone. “It would anger the Horned One to kill a guest.”
“Yes mother.” She bowed.
I frowned at them. Before John said anything, I would defend him. “I would not travel halfway across the world to kill my true mate… I understand you all don’t get that, but I see you all are out of touch…. Someone bring a nice cake. He likes buttercream.” I said like a Luna, and my mate smiled. I would not show weakness…. If I did, he could have been killed. I was much to weak to do anything to witches this old and powerful, but I had one thing they didn’t; Zuviel’s direct protection.
“What of the non-caster and the human then?” Asked the High Maid. I think every witch in the coven was down here now, as it was very crowded outside the circle.
“For now… take him off the table but keep him tied within it in case he requires a sacrifice to quell his rage…. I can feel it. John, I would like you to please stay, and sit outside the circle behind me.” I mumbled… He nodded, and I felt… confident. I could almost feel a hand on my shoulder too…
A young witch scurried out, worried that I was upset, and afraid of my demon. I could tell the way she ran around him that she was. He said nothing, but walked to the gap where it was presumed that I would stand. He stood behind me as the other demons were behind their masters… but I noticed that beyond the officers of the coven, very few had one.
They brought a vanilla cake, covered in cherries. “It’s the only one I could find in the cafeteria that didn’t have a slice taken.” She said sheepishly when she saw I wasn’t happy with it.
“It’ll have to do then…. Let’s begin.” I mumbled.
“Please begin Sister Heidi… I fear our incantation will not work.” Said Lady Tiffany.
The High Crone was right, and I splayed my hands wide. I took a deep breath, holding them to my heart, summoning my innermost strength, as drained as it made me feel to stomp the ground three times.
“I Summon the Horned One, Zuviel, my patron here to this land… May you give mercy to us who dare ask for your attention Master.” I said loud and clear, and there were hushed murmurs.
Nothing happened.
“He will not answer you.” Said the High Crone looking defeated.
I stomped three times again. “Please Master… I wish to help them make things right with you.” I said quietly, and an ominous dread washed over the room. The torches’ fire went out, a candle appeared on the table lit under a small plate.
He rose from smoke and fire with flaming red pupils that cast their own light, glancing around the room before not sitting down like I thought he would…. He walked to me at his full height, and kneeled to my eye level. I couldn’t move. Me and my wolf were both absolutely terrified.
“Why do you summon me?” He asked snorting steam. He smelled of fresh struck matches…
“Um… I heard the plight of Purple Diamond Coven Master.” I said looking down. He put a finger under my chin.
“Look at me when you address me Heidi.” He said with a small growl to it… I knew my eyes were my wolf’s.
“I’m sorry.” I stuttered and he huffed.
“I do not want your apology…. I want an explanation.” He said a little angrily. He stood again, glaring at me with crossed arms, and no one dared move. Except John. I didn’t know if the Horned One had the same effect on him as us, but he took a step forward. He had no right to, but he did it anyway.
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