She has done this to submit herself as Master's slavery. In return Master will give her all the fame she needed. The soul sale was not the thing she desired, once she signed the contract. She could enjoy all the riches and glamour of this world. Her parents never cared about her, she didn't even know where were they until now, when they could really help her. Like nobody could ever help anyone.
"Mama, I am not sorry." She talked to the lady in the circle. However her soul was drained and drunk by spirits in the prison.
She made a yogi hand gesture. She performed the ritual. She knew that it is the cost, she has to pay. To get the fame she needed for her new record. The music director was the one who actually helped her, to arrange the "candles and wick" for this witch craft.
She collected her mother's blood in the bowl; she drank while reciting the magic words from Gremoire. The book she arranged from a witch craft store. Late at night, She finally decided to collect the bones burnt in the fire place. Her mother's bones were to be used by the spell caster to finally the tribute to Master.
The images of spirits were haunting her dreams; she woke up to find a strange being in the house. The spell caster told her that it was a sign of her accepted sacrifice. Now final step, she gulped saliva, the most horrific thing she could have done, she did but still the reward taking ceremony was the last step she was scared of. The spirit of a woman was sitting in the chair that can not be see. She moved to the place were the spirit was , up 30 inches from ground, naked woman her face can't be seen as she was sitting back ward.
She recited the words from the book and the screaming started. She felt thousands ants are walking on her body, she felt horror when the spirit actually jumped to her, she fell to floor and the spirit with no face, looked at her, with no eyes or face, still she felt thousands of eyes looking at her.
She was holding a small sack of silver coins. She took the sack and the spirit at once entered inside her mouth, she screamed with pain, it felt like all her bones are ripping open and her heart is being swallowed.
She saw something leaving her body, she couldn't see but it seemed like she was leaving her body and a portal opened she stepped in the portal, it appeared like a prison.
Yet her conscience was awake in her body, she was feeling herself in the bars, her heart was no longer beating, it was cold. The mist took charge of the room.
She rose from the ground; her body was floating in the air like she was, a weight less plumage. Blood ran out of her nose, it was black. No longer tint of red. It appeared the stale blood. It appeared all the ants are squashed to make a black liquid like this. She felt something inside her body, someone was sharing her body. She fell on the ground; there were no candles, no burnt bones. She was on the floor, and the sack was placed neatly on the dressing table.
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Time To Conquer
FantasyAnti illuminati, Anti black magic A story about, a struggle, journey from darkness to light. "I have sold my self to Satan." Said Lisa. "It is about what choice you make." Replied Sominal. Ranked Top#4 30/6/2020 in #rightpath
