//continuation of this thread
beck. tricky
Gone.
He was gone.
The deal was over, and his life ended. He had become little more than a silhouette of black dust surrounded by broken glass. There were no traces of the spirit that he had come to known as his closest friend. Closer? Beck had feelings for him. He knew that. But could he return them? Was that possible?
Ska'arq was inside of Witchcraft's old hut. Nobody had the heart to empty it out yet. His books were still lined up on the shelves, and remnants of unsavory rituals remained stained on the floor. Surrounded by books and melted candles, the dragon let out a choked, frustrated sob.
Why was life so unfair? Why was the afterlife so unfair?
He just had to find the right book. Everything would be okay.
Page after page- book after book.
He found it.
With shaking hands, he stared at the page before him, the ominous circle etched into the page with dark black ink. Eyes flickering over the instructions, he placed the book in his jaws, pushing himself to his feet as he raced out of the hut and into the forest.
He would get Beck back. Permanently. No matter the cost.
Using his claws, he scored the circle into the earth. Briefly, he grasped the red vial in his hand, but shook his head. Digging into his arm, he whimpered, gritting his teeth until scarlet liquid began to deep out, dripping onto the earth. Stepping out into the center of the circle, he took a deep breath. Black flashed in his peripherals, and his legs crumpled beneath him as the world went dark.
Moaning, the dragon came to, staggering to his feet. He couldn't see anything. It was all black. "H-hello?" he called out hesitantly. It was several seconds before his echo returned the question. Swallowing, he looked around him again. A fearful presence seemed to flood the room, and Ska'arq found himself taking a step back, beginning to tremble.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" a voice rumbled. Jumping, the reptile spun around, but saw nothing. The darkness seemed to press in around him. "Well?" the invisible speaker repeated. "Get on with it. I don't have an eternity to waste."
"A-are you-?" His querie was cut short.
"Satan? Indeed I am. You summoned me, so hurry up and spit it out. What is it that you want?"
Ska'arq pulled in a shaky breath. The demon of all demons- he had summoned him. He was talking to him. He was the one to cause Beck's blessing- as well as suffering.
"Bring Beck back!" he shouted. A thoughtful hum rumbled around him, a short exclamation of surprise ringing out soon after.
"My, my. What do we have here? Quite a fuck up on nature's end, don't you think?" Bewildered, Ska'arq said nothing. Against his chest, the purple vial became brighter.
"Oh? Do tell- who gave you this?" There was a tug at his neck, and the beast stumbled forward. His necklace. Satan released it, and the vials clinked together.
"No-nobody. I made it myself."
"How could a simple mortal like you create a thing such as this? I would assume you know what it does. Do tell."
Eyes flickering to his feet, he stammered out, "T-the vials react to the implants in my neck which helps in completing and sending the signals from my nerves to-"
"Wrong!" Satan spat. Ska'arq flinched. "Now tell me- what's in those little vials of yours?"
Confused, he said, "Liquid emotions. When others put their claws in the vials the emotions drip out and into them."
"To think a mortal like you could be so intelligent yet idiotic at the same time. Wrong, wrong, wrong!"
Afraid, the dragon didn't respond.
"Have you ever been possessed before?"
"No."
"Interesting. It should be especially easy for even a weak spirit to possess someone like you."
"I-I don't understand." What was he implying?
He could almost feel the demon roll his eyes. "Your soul. There's quite a chunk missing from it. A hole, in other terms." Ska'arq flinched as the invisible being jabbed his chest. "And that little contraption of yours- you're honestly telling me you don't know how it actually works?" Swallowing, he hesitantly shook his head. Satan let out an annoyed sigh. "Honestly. Mortals can be so stupid. Those little vials of yours contain small pieces of souls. Every time you fill them up, you nip off a chunk of somebody's soul. But because their souls are normal and healthy, they can simply repair what was stolen from them- provided you don't take too much." The demon muttered, as if the thought of holding back was moronic. "And you, who is missing a significant portion of your soul, simply absorbs what's in the vials. The pieces of soul then patch up the holes until they're used up and fade away. And so you need more. And more. And more. Quite a fascinating creation of yours, that necklace, if I must admit."
Rendered speechless, Ska'arq found himself unable to respond as he stared into the dark, jaws parted. Everything he knew was a lie? He didn't simply drain their emotions- he stole their souls. Everything he knew was wrong. No no no. No. This wasn't- he hadn't meant to...
The blue vial erupted into life, and he clenched his teeth, reaching up as he fumbled at the clasp of his necklace. Pausing, he pulled in a shaking breath before releasing his grip, leaving the lace on. Swallowing heavily, the bright orange vial replaced blue. "I'm not here for lessons, Satan," he called out. "Bring Beck back." A pause. "I don't care what the cost is."
Satan clicked his tongue, and the dragon shivered as the demonic presence wreathed around him before pulling away. "The little brat, hm? Well, fine. You've amused me- so I don't think I'll take any payment from you. You can have your precious Beck back."
And then he was awake.
His legs felt weak, but he pushed himself upright, scrambling out of the circle. He scratched at it, destroying the evil creation as fast as he could. His arm was still bleeding, but it seemed to be slowing. His head whipped around. Where was he? Where was Beck?
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