HEIR OF LIGHT Book1: The lost prince

CHAPTER 15

Derora

He'll pay for this, the prince will pay for this!,

Those were the thoughts that went through her head as she summoned another beast from the abyss. With her current state, she shouldn't be risking it, but she had to, it will not be said that she, derora, was defeated by a mere thorn of the elixtus. To open the portal into the abyss was not easy task, one would be contending with malevolent forces that would love nothing more than to grab the soul of the invoker, rip it from their bodies and drag it down into the depths of the abyss where unspeakable horrors would be done on such a soul, but derora was different, she had lived in the abyss, only the real denizens of the abyss would even think of trying such a dumb move on her.

Derora raised the portal and took her knife, a cut in her palm and a few drops of her black blood did the trick, she stepped back and whispered,

"Salaria invoteo terefia dratero"

"Salaria invoteo terefia veratu"

Derora continued for a while till the portal began to swirl faster, she could hear the voices of the creatures of the abyss, begging and pleading devoted servitude to her, all in the bid to get out of the abyss.

She continued for a while and all at once the voices stopped, the portal became slow and the creatures began to appear, first were the new batch of veratus derora summoned, she was going to create her own veratus, remodel them in a perfect manner, to cut all ties to herega, not that it was that easy to do, if it were everyone would be mass producing their own private retinue of abyssal soldiers. The very nature of the abyss itself made the process taxing on both the body and the soul, therefore any mortal stupid or foolish enough to try such would find their soul and flesh both siphoned in return, aging a virile young man to crippling old age in seconds, mortals simply could not pay the price for such a ritual, but derora?. She had bathed in the bloods of her enemies, absorbed their souls and vitality in the hundreds and therefore had enough to spare.

Derora slit her already healed palm again and moved forward, one by one she pushed her palm into their cores, willing the wound not to heal as more of her blood dripped out into them, they were ten in all.

They grunted and swirled in a black mist and finally they stopped, eyes no longer black but red, with the hate and vengeance towards all that stood in her path, the ritual did not even need any form of incantation, only the sheer will to overcome the spark of the will of the goddess that created them,

Easy thing for her really,

They knelt in submission and brought forth their blades, it was pure red, derora smiled inwardly. Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes.

A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft earth beside her,

Derora considered tying her force with it, Afterall it was hers, she created this beast, a very long time ago, eons really, during the centum wars against Rajul and the light gods, sealed it in the abyss to avoid its destruction and history did the rest with rumors that suddenly grew into facts about how a new beast was created in the abyss due to the sealing of derora