Bound by Blood & Parted by Fate

Chapter 14 – Blood Ritual

Chapter 14 – Blood Ritual

It was in the middle of the night. Fae had been awakened by knocks on her door. She went to open it, only to find Reza. She was still half-asleep and didn’t understand why he had awakened her so late at night. Reza, on the other hand, didn’t say a word; he simply gestured for her to follow him. Fae was hesitant and a little nervous because she didn't know what was going on. She reluctantly followed him, keeping a safe distance between them—just in case. Reza tried to reassure her, telling her that she had nothing to fear as long as she stayed by his side, but the young woman couldn't help but wonder if his words were sincere or just another way to manipulate her.

As they walked, Fae kept her guard up, watching Reza carefully and trying to anticipate his next move. She needed to be cautious around him from now on, especially if she wanted to protect herself. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized just how dangerous he could be.

Despite her reservations, Fae felt a sense of curiosity and intrigue when it came to Reza. There was more to him than met the eye, and she was determined to uncover his secrets and uncover his true intentions. For now, she would follow him and see where their journey led them, but she would always be on guard and ready to protect herself at a moment's notice.

They entered a room, her first reaction was to shiver at the sight before her. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air was heavy with the smell of burning herbs and incense. Skulls and other strange objects littered the room, giving it the appearance of a dark priestess's lair.

Fae's eyes widened in horror as she took in her surroundings. A knot formed in her stomach, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Never before had she seen anything like this, and the thought of being trapped in this room with Reza made her feel uneasy.

Reza moved towards a small table covered with a black cloth. Fae stared various strange-looking objects on it, including a dagger and a jar filled with an unknown substance. She wondered what he was planning to do with it? With her ?

As Fae and Reza stepped further into the dark room, a figure appeared from the shadows. It was a woman, dressed in a long black robe and a matching headscarf that covered her hair. She had a pale complexion, and her features were sharp, as if chiseled from stone. Her eyes were unnaturally dark, almost hollow, and seemed to glint with a menacing light. Fae couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine as the woman approached them, her movements smooth and deliberate. The room seemed to grow colder as she drew closer, and Fae felt unease.

"So this is your new toy?" she said with a wicked grin. The woman's eyes seemed to bore into her soul. The Bravadite gritted her teeth and replied, "I am no one's toy." But the woman just laughed and grabbed Fae's jaw, telling her not to open her mouth.

Fae tried to speak again, but the woman tightened her grip, causing her to wince in pain. Reza stepped forward, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder.

"That's enough, Zahira," he said, his voice calm but firm

Zahira released Fae's jaw and stepped back, her eyes still fixed on the darker toned woman. Fae rubbed her jaw, feeling a bruise already forming. She looked around the room again, taking in the strange and eerie objects scattered about.

"What is this place?" Fae asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"This is where we perform our rituals," Reza replied, his tone matter-of-fact. "Zahira is my priestess."

The thought of being involved in their rituals made her feel sick. She wondered what they would ask of her.

"I don't want to be a part of any of this," Fae said, her voice shaking slightly.

"You don't have a choice," Zahira said, her eyes cold and unyielding. "You're here now, and you'll do as you're told. Unless, of course, you want to end up back in that cave."

Fae's eyes widened with shock as Zahira suddenly cut her palm with a knife and forced her blood into a wooden bowl. Fae tried to pull away and fight back, but Reza quickly used his power to freeze her in place. She could only watch in horror as the blood trickled into the bowl, feeling violated and helpless.

"What are you doing?" Fae demanded, her voice trembling with fear and anger. "What is the meaning of this?"

Zahira ignored her and continued to collect the blood, muttering to herself in a language that Fae didn't understand. Reza stood nearby, watching with a detached expression as if he had seen this all before.

"Now I can do my job without being disturbed," Zahira said with a cold smirk, as she wiped her knife clean.

Fae was still frozen and unable to move as Zahira began to prepare the potion. She added different herbs and spices, then poured in the bowl containing Fae and Reza's mixed blood. Fae was still watching in horror as Zahira chanted something in a language she didn't understand. She tried to scream or struggle, but she couldn't even move her lips.

Zahira finished the ritual and lifted the bowl to Fae's lips. She forced Fae to drink the concoction, burning her throat as the liquid ran down.

After Zahira finished making the potion and forcing Fae to drink it, Reza stepped forward and leaned in close to Fae's face. He gazed into her eyes for a moment before softly pressing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss licking off the excess blood on her lips.

As he pulled away, he seemed almost satisfied, as if he had gained something from the exchange. Fae was left feeling confused and uneasy, unsure of what Reza's intentions were.

After the unsettling ritual, Fae found herself in a mix of emotions. The forced blood-taking and the strange ceremony left her feeling stripped of control. The burning drink added to her discomfort, matching the emotional confusion inside.

She realized that she was truly powerless in the face of Reza and her dark priestess. Reza's kiss, along with his mysterious satisfaction, left her even more unsure of his intentions. Fae was confused, uncomfortable, and worried about what might happen next.

Zahira explained, "The potion I just gave you is a binding spell. It connects you to Reza. You will be his servant, his slave, and you will do as he commands. You have no choice but to obey him from now on." Fae was horrified, realizing the gravity of the situation. She tried to protest, but her voice was weak and barely audible.

Her anger and confusion turned into terror as Zahira explained the implications of the potion. She was now bound to Reza, unable to resist his commands or even run away from him. The idea of being under someone else's control made her feel sick to her stomach.

Reza looked at her with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. "You brought this upon yourself, Fae," he said, a sly smile on his lips. "Now you're mine."

Fae's eyes narrowed as she took the knife in her hand, feeling its weight and cold metal against her skin. She had never felt this angry, so desperate and miserable. It felt like the only way out, the only salvation, was to end Reza's life.

With an abrupt surge of anger, she thrust forward, aiming the knife directly at Reza's neck. Yet, just before the blade could reach him, a searing pain erupted in her head, echoing like drums in her mind. It felt as if a hot poker had been forcefully driven into her skull, causing her to scream in agony and collapse to the ground.