Chapter 5: Obey
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::Keriamay's POV::
Where's home? Why am I asking to go home, and I can't remember where that is?
I was feeling extremely overwhelmed. I was kidn*pped by a demon and brought here before his leader. Drake seemed incredibly powerful. I was no match for his strength. But, I have to survive. I got to go home.
But... where was home?
I began to feel light-headed. The room spun around me. My heartbeat couldn't be counted, and I began to develop a migraine. At a glimpse while it was happening, I witnessed seeing Drake remaining ever so calm. He sat there observing me with curiosity. I saw beams of light shoot out from the little jewel. It's white blazing glory ricochet from the walls. Drake continued to sit there glaring with intent.
Then I saw shadows begin to spew out! Its dark auras resonated just like Drake's! At that moment, before I began to feel unconscious, I thought I saw a hint of surprise on his face and then a small smirk at the corner of his lips.
Everything went dark.
::Drake's POV::
Such power. Such spiritual element. Seeing the jewel of thievery become unstable was a sight to see. It wasn't surprising to see holy light escape from it, but as I continued to observe, there were also rays of darkness that had emerged. Before, when it was with the other elemental princess, was the last time I ever witnessed it being unstable. I could tell that it reacted from Keriamay's emotions. But the fact that shadows escaped clearly indicated we had a chance at possessing it.
Then, I'll be unstoppable.
When the jewel's power faded back to slumber, Keriamay was now unconscious. She snoozed silently on the chair, lamb still in her hand. She must be exhausted.
Are you okay Lord? Abbadon asked through telepathy.
I'm fine. I responded back.
Did you 'exorcise' her? Baphomet sarcastically asked.
Idiot. I snapped my fingers and sent him back to his demise.
What I do this time? he pleaded in agony.
I snapped my fingers again, which released him from his pain.
What am I going to do with her? I thought to myself.
Kill her before she becomes dangerous! Baphomet answered.
We can't, the jewel is protecting her. And besides... I began to contemplate, I have other plans for her.
I flicked my finger for the dining hall door to open where the curious gazes of Baphomet and Abbadon entered the room.
"Take her away," I ordered, "She is to be kept alive until I return."
"Yes my lord," Abbadon bowed.
Baphomet keeled reluctantly, "As you wish."
"And you," I redirected to Baphomet, "I think the fires of hell isn't discipline to you anymore."
"What can I say?" he scoffed, "I'm a masochist."
I returned to him with a smirk, "You are ordered to watch over here. Take care of her until I return!"
At the instant of my heart beat, I felt the command pulse into him. He received it unwillingly and he scorned.
"Maybe kindness would suffice," I laughed as he gritted his teeth.
"Yes.... sire." he submissively obeyed.
"Get out of my sight," I looked away, "I'll be back."
::Keriamay's POV::
It felt like days had passed by. My body and mind felt depleted. I felt that drowning helplessness I did before... before...
Before what...
I could see his face, who is he? A young boy? His smile... it's so warm.
Wait!
The image began to blur and fade away.
Don't go! Please!
But as I begged and begged, that warm smile soon faded into nothingness. Who was that?
I felt a soft breath return to my chest. I could hear a stern voice telling me to wake up. My senses slowly returned to me and I fluttered my eyes open. I carefully blinked and saw a brown being with dark green hair perched next to me. His horns and goat-like feet.
"They're called hooves, idiot."
Wait a second...
I'm still here?!
I felt the rush of panic fill into my being. I was still here? So it wasn't just a dream?
"Where am I?" I asked.
"What? Do you have dementia or something? This is the realm of the demons," he answered.
"Realm of... demons," I dragged before remembering what had happened the other night.
"You really are stupid you know that?" he insulted.
"Wh-why am I here?" I asked.
"Because master Drake wants to play with his new toy," he responded, "It's been eons since anything interesting has happened. Not that you're a threat, but he loves playing with his food."
Baphomet then stood up and stretched his arms. His muscles flexed and his physique slender-ed along his movement.
"Your Baphomet, right?" I tried to recall. My head was still fuzzy.
"What of it?" he replied, "Don't go telling people like you know me."
His words were harsh and cold as ice. I could tell that he despised me, but yet, he hasn't killed me.
"Lord Drake will be back. In the meantime, sit tight," he yawned.
I felt my stomach rumble. I was hungry!
"Oh?" I heard him say, "Are you regretting not taking a bite last night?"
Last night?
I felt like I had been asleep for three days! But I can't really recall what happened last night, just that everything felt like a damn whirlwind.
"I-I'm not in chains?" I realized.
"No one is allowed to restrict you against your will except Master Drake," Baphomet sneered, "Besides... you aren't a threat to me."
He continued, "Rest assured... if you try to pull any funny business on me, I will devour your soul."
His threat was genuine. This demon was ice cold blooded.
"Meh," he scoffed, "I'm pretty famished myself. What's say we go get some grubs?"
I tried to get up but somehow felt like I had Bambi legs.
"Please don't tell me you forgot how to walk now," he rolled his eyes.
"I am fine, just kind of weak," I admitted.
"Let's get a move on then," he hurried and went up the stairs.
We were back in the cell I was in, and I was dreading that staircase. I commanded my feet to move forward, but they weren't responding. I felt like I was in sleep paralysis.
Baphomet's voice echoed from the stairs, "Hurry up!"
"Carry me!" I barked.
I said that out of frustration, but in a few seconds Baphomet came back down. He grunted at me but said nothing. He scooped me into his arms and started making his way up the stairs. I looked up from his chest and saw pure hatred burning through his eyes. I realized that the color of his eyes was the same from a flamboyant fire. I just wasn't sure if he was exaggerating his hatred for me right now, because it was intense!
We made it up the stairs where he shrugged me off his grip and I fell off on my butt.
"Owww!" I yelped, "What was that for?"
"Cry," he said, "And I'll give you something to cry for."
The passage way he led me to was toward the dining hall. We passed the other rooms and the eerie feeling came back to me. Baphomet opened the door and along the table was a buffet once again. My stomach yearned for its filling and I stumbled over to find a seat.
He's not here.
Last night, Drake was at the end of the table, but today he was not.
I wonder where did he go off to?
"Sit," Baphomet grunted as he sat a few chairs away from me... across.
I sat down and grabbed a few fruits and began to munch. On the corner of my peripheral Baphomet was pulling something from his pocket. A luminous orb that was trying to escape his grasp was soon inserted into his mouth.
Wait. Did he just eat a soul?!
Baphomet pulled out another before realizing that I was staring.
"You never tasted a soul before?" he looked at me dully, "would you want to?" his demeanor became sinister.
I hurried and ate my food as a subliminal decline. Baphomet seemed satisfied with my answer and continued gulping down more souls.
I wonder who's souls they belonged to. Were they killed by Baphomet?
Poor souls.
We ate in silence, when we had our fill Baphomet got up and strode over to me. He looked at me with those hateful eyes and grabbed my arm. He lifted me to my feet and I almost tripped!
"Get up," he scolded, "Back to your cell."
My cell?
He was going to put me back in that forsaken place?
"I don't want to go back in there," I pleaded.
"I was instructed to baby sit you until master Drake returned. There were no specifications for how that was to be done," he growled.
"I'm not going back there," I firmly stated.
Baphomet said nothing, but I could feel an immense amount of annoyance coming from him. Was he not going to force me to go back? Then it hit me! Just like how he changed his mind taking me from the stairs... I wonder...
"I want you to lead me out of here," I spoke.
"Gladly," he responded.
He then appeared behind me and shut my eyes closed with his hands.
"You don't want to see the ugliness of our territory, for your weak soul, keep your eyes closed. Unless you want to go mad," he warned, "I can't wait to get rid of you."
I had no clue of what he was talking about, but if it was an opportunity to leave this horrid place, I'll take my chances. He shielded my eyes and then held me close to him, he lunged forward and I felt the pressure of wind colliding into me. I could smell burning flesh, the screams of the taken souls. Demons feasting, and concentrated miasma in the air. A few more minutes passed before we suddenly stopped.
"We are here," he removed his hands from my eyes.
I regained my vision and witnessed a massive fortitude gate! I looked up in amazement and he took a step back. Was I supposed to be able to open this massive door?
"You're not going to open it for me?" I asked,
"Can't," he immediately stated, "Not without master Drake of course."
I had a feeling that he was pleased by not obeying my wishes. I looked back at the gate and held my hand out.
"Open," I whispered. It did not budge.
"Bwhahaha!" Baphomet was now on the floor laughing, "What was that?!"
I retracted my hand in embarrassment.
He continued, "That was so stupid!"
Sadness welled up in my chest. This guy was so mean and cruel. He continued to hysterically laugh, but I turned back and placed my hand on the gate.
I closed my eyes and prayed really hard. I wasn't sure if I could do anything, but if there was actual magic then I was going to find out if I had any.
I focused harder, "OPEN!" I exclaimed.
The door budged, I no longer heard Baphomet laughing. I opened my eyes and saw that the door began to latch open. Beyond the doorway, I saw the similar environment that I appeared in.
"Hah!" I snooted, "How's that?"
Baphomet did not say anything, he just stood there.
As the door opened wider I saw a silhouette. Maybe it wasn't me who opened the door, but there was someone here to save me perhaps?
As the light faded, so did my smile.
"What do you think you're doing?" Drake asked.
Uhhhh...
"You," he gestured to Baphomet, "Did you really bring her here?"
"You asked it of me lord," he replied, "You told me to listen to her."
"i***t!" his voice boomed.
In a snap of a finger I heard the screams of Baphomet behind me. I turned back and saw the demon squirming in pain. I looked over at Drake and pulled on his armor.
"Stop!" I yelled.
"You don't command me," he said firmly, "No one does."
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