Zack had waited too much maybe. He had spent the past two hours trying to contact Anna, but nothing. She was jeopardising his plan. Had she forgot of their glorious destiny together?
"Don't think about that, my child. You were alone without her before. You have me. I am you only true Friend. I have all you need..."
That voice... That damn, tempting voice. Was the book speaking with Anna too? Did it whisper to her ear the same promises he had made to him? To rule, and rule alone, unquestioned? Could the book... betray him? After all, it was the book which lured him into transforming his sister. He couldn't know what that demonic **** was planning in that very moment...
"Are you foolish, my child? Didn't I show you your destiny? Continue with the plan. Organise the party. Give me the souls I need to make you my champion"
Danny looked around. Yes, it was all almost ready. He had bought the ****, cleaned the house, even hired the DJ. And then, there were the little things he had hidden from curious eyes: strange runes drawn on a few doors, red candela ready to be put on fire on the bookshelves, pages of the Book he had thorn apart and put inside some old frames. He did all of this as the Book had commanded. He had done whatever was necessary to transform the next night party into a Ritual. Into his Ritual.
"What if you're lying to me? What if you have promised that slut Anna the same things?"
"I have given you everything you've got. I've given you this body. I'll give you back Becky, too."
Zack looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked so tired. He had spent the entire night following orders, preparing the ritual. Where were his slaves? Where were his sluts?
"I am not your henchmen. I need a proof that you won't betray me. "
"What do you want, Zack?"
Zack took the book in his hands. He had begun to always carry it with him, having become pray of some form of paranoia. He remembered how easily he had took it away from Becky, what if someone else did the same again, this time stealing it from him? He needed protection. He had to make sure the book remained firmly in his hands.
"You are a magic book. Teach me some spells."
"Spells? Are you sure you want to...?"
Zack opened the book. He had vaguely begun to understand how it worked, how its pages shifted and transformed guided by his urges and his desires. That voice... That damn voice! After all it was just a damn book, and it was HIS damn book! He was in charge!
"Yes! Don't you see? Anna is plotting something! She wants you... She wants you all for herself... I need something to defend myself"
Finally he found it. Zack could sense the book try to resister his orders, its pages feeling heavier and heavier after each turn. But after all it was just a book, and he was a God.
"So here it is..."
Finally, there it was. At the center of the page, a big drawing of a young man, lying on the floor in front of the silhouette of a demonic being, visibly in pain. Next to the drawing, old almost unreadable runes completed the page. Zack skimmed through the page, inexplicable able to understand it's contents.
"Alorora Mappe it says... An invisible **** pushing your enemies aside... It'll only grow with your power..."
Zack smiled, firmly putting a hand on the page while preparing to formulate the spell. He could feel the dark magic inside the book causing his fingertips to itch. He raised is free hand in front of him, pointing to a chair next to the table.
"Be careful Zack... You cannot put the ritual in danger..."
"To hell with your warnings! You promised me power! And I will take it"
-Alorora Mappe!-
He shouted, as a joyful grin appeared on his face while the chair almost instantly fell down on the floor with a faint "crack". It was not much yet, but he had a lot of time to practice too.
"There's two days until the party. I've already spread the word around, now let me have some fun. And tonight, I'll pay that bitch another visit..."
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