Book 2:Chapter 103
Heidi
I didn’t have any magical items other than what grandfather gave me, and I doubted Anything would stop or mask the energy created from his mark. However, I did at least take a stick and draw a circle around it, making so that I contained Some of the energy that was contained….
I hesitated to stomp my feet, tapping instead. When I blinked, I was in Tarteron, but the eyes of the Horned One were neither kind nor welcoming. He looked about 20 feet from me behind the Pit… but being at Least 12 feet tall would probably only take a few steps to close the distance….
He growled, sounding like a disgruntled lion. “You Dare.” He snarled. “You Dare come Here, and Disrespect ME after I gave you Everything.” His words echoed into my soul…. And seeing the Pit… I knew my words would have to be Carefully chosen, or it would be the End….
The Pit of the End…. It was a great, circular chasm as big around as New Apple…. It was a hole with no known bottom.
I’d offended him to the point of Beyond anger. He was Done.
He took three steps to me, and each one left behind a flaming boot print as he spoke. He did not ware his armor today…. But seeing him in black robes made it Worse… he was only depicted in that garb when he punished…. And I could tell that that was what he wanted…. Punishment.
With each word, fire came from the corners of his mouth, showing long fangs. “I molded your soul from Almost Nothing. I give you power, rank, and Love as my child… I healed your soul.” He whispered, sounding betrayed. “How Angered I was for your sake, that I made a vessel for an Power Crazed Moron, Knowing full well that I Shouldn’t have! I created an entirely new line for You! I saved you from One Who Broke You, a Ungrateful witch who wished More than her station, and You Spit in My FACE AS Well! Explain Yourself. Explain your Sin little one.”
“I….” I stopped, looking down at my feet, holding the glowing blue liquid from a different realm entirely… but I felt it wasn’t mine to give…. I did not kneel on bent knee and hands on the ground as I’d seen the demons around me do.
Groveling was not what he wanted.
Excuses was not what he needed.
To him, an excuse at this moment would be no better than a flat out lie….
Fear was not felt…. Though I had no idea why…
“I will make no excuses, and I will not give offering that was not mine to give. I will not stand here and beg with words I did not have.” I said looking him in the eyes. He was surprised. “You are my creator…. You made me, and took me in…. and led me to good people.” I said honestly, and calmly. “….and You gave me a bond I Broke because I was asked… He was in so Much pain, dying, and bleeding that I wasn’t thinking…. I did not realize I would offend you until I came to my senses… but there is no excuse for that Night Father….” I said quietly, slowly losing the confidence I’d been running on since this started…
I shed tears of Rahrraam’s blood…. “He was More than Just a tool… he was like family. He was like a close friend, one who I… I cast down for my mate’s sake… he would not have died if I was not Weak… I would not have sinned had I not been Hesitant…. I would not have sinned had I not become Attached to him…. Please don’t punish him.”
“I have laid no hand on him Yet, because I wanted to know Who was the one responsible, or rather I wished to test both your truthfulness...” He snapped his fingers, and in a cage made of iron thorns was my demon, still suffering unable to die… because he already was. This was Hell… a place for souls. He coughed blood, lying in a pool of it… though in his eyes he looked heartbroken. With heavy breath, he choked on his own blood, looking at his King with Fear. “You Lie to your god.” He sneered.
“Please Master… allow me to endure whatever you have planned for my miss-…... former mistress. It is the Least I can do.” He coughed blood. “She would not have offended you had I Not Been the One To Ask.”
“He Lied to protect you, but I Do Not Care.” Growled the Horned One. “You knew I would know already… yet you also knew I would stall to see what she would do You Little Shit.”
He closed his fist, and Rahrraam screamed a human wail of pure torment. It rang in silence, as his anger had made all for likely miles Stop doing whatever it was, they were doing…
The entirety of Hell itself trembled, every sinner, every demon, too fearful to scream themselves, lest his ire turn to them….
“You’re Just like your Fucking Father.” He snarled before turning back to me.
I don’t know what he’d done to him, but he was in so much pain… he’d passed out a moment, forced to rise because he opened his hand and Rahrraam gasped awake…
He bent to my eye level, and it was then that whatever reason I’d not been afraid had left me. I shook…. but I could not look away from the eyes of one so offended. I didn’t look away, nor did I blink.
He let out a long-agitated sigh. “A Liar and an Oath Breaker…. Though you both are repentant.” He stood. “Truly repentant….”
“I accept whatever stripes I have earned… please spare Rahrraam…. He’s a good demon.”
“Throw him in the Pit.” He commanded.
A demon who looked beautiful appeared in the sky with a flash of blue light. He flapped on white bat’s wings, holding a wooden pole slung over his shoulder with one hand, and with the other, he held a giant, bladed hook as big as me….
“Master Please!” I begged on bended knee, but it was not what he wanted me to do… I could tell that he wanted me to just accept that he was throwing the gum I chewed in class in the garbage…. That was how I was to feel…. But even now, I could not.
“I have no need of one who will Lie to my Face.” He sneered. “Endure this pain as penance.” He said to Rahrraam, not even looking at me…...
“Please…” I begged to deaf ears.
He wore white robes, accented with black, though unlike any other daemon I’d seen, this one was fair skinned with light, golden brown elk’s horns…. He was objectively as beautiful as an angel… With a neutral face, he fashioned the staff to hold the enormous, bladed hook that now glowed red runes along its side…. He did this by screwing on the hook top like you’d put together a chair.
“Herold of the End, I want Nothing of him. Leave not even residual ashes of his personality.” Said the Horned One, clenching his fist enough to bleed a drop of black blood.
“Of course, Master.” He said calmly… to be so powerful, and such a High Demon… he even sounded like an angel.
“Please… don’t.” I said collapsing completely on the ground, shedding tears of my own now… now they were no longer blood… he had none left to bleed, and no energy to protest.
“You will be stripped of my influence during this sentencing. I have no need for a soldier who Lies to my Face and a witch who does not keep her bonds.” He sneered. “He begged me to spare you of my wrath. I am satisfied with this solution.”
“I don’t care if I can never cast again…. I don’t care if he turned on me for my weakness…. I don’t care if I am punished, but Please…. I broke the bond to spare him. Regardless to his cries, it was Me who broke it….” I held his hand with both mine, looking up, though he only looked forward.
He said nothing, only glaring at Rahrraam.
The hook was used to pick up the cage, and let go of him…. I could feel myself shift on my own as I ran…. On four legs I ran biting the lifted staff by the wooden part, and I bit down, dangling comically by it. It neither slowed nor stopped the great demon… one that I could tell did not actively shake me in two because he awaited an order.
“Heidi release him.” The Horned One commanded with crossed arms as if he were telling off a toddler, but I held onto it.
I didn’t really know wolfspeach so I could no longer ask for his release…. But even as my wolf I shed tears. I closed my eyes, feeling myself in the arms of the being who created me, and he cradled me. He held me close to his chest, and I felt his beating heart, reverting back without my say so. I held onto The Horned One’s neck and cried bitter tears into his shoulder that my actions got him not only killed… but erased.
The Pit is a place of finality…. It is the place where souls are broken down to only energy…. It is the place where a soul truly dies…. And never returns.
I watched in horror as he rotated his wrist, causing the cage to drop. It was as if he were nothing, and my heart sank…. There was no ‘clank’ or ‘crash’ of him hitting the ground, because there was no bottom… The Pit has no end…. Only those who are fed into it.
“Master it is Done.” Said the Herold.
“I said I wanted Nothing left.” He corrected, and the Herold bowed.
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