Chapter 132: Leviathan’s Bargain
Thelma Zane’s POV:
Dorothy’s eyes, which had been unfocused for so long, now stared with clarity.
“You can see!” I exclaimed, struggling to process what this meant.
Dorothy nodded, her expression grave. “Yes, but this isn’t a blessing. It’s a warning.”
“A warning? About what?”
Instead of answering, she crouched down, muttering a spell as her hands hovered above Ryan’s unconscious body. The faint glow of sorcery enveloped his head, and her frown deepened.
“He’s gone,” she finally said, her voice a mix of disbelief and dread.
“Gone? What do you mean, gone?” I asked, looking at Ryan’s still body.
“Not physically. His soul,” Dorothy clarified. “His soul has been ripped away. What’s lying here is just a shell.”
Her words sent a chill down my spine. My eyes shifted to the faint remains of the magic circle etched on the bathroom floor. The water I had poured earlier had distorted it, but the sinister, aura still lingered.
“Demons again,” I muttered under my breath. First, the Rocky Mountains demon had wreaked havoc, and now this.
Dorothy’s gaze followed mine, and she examined the fading remnants of the circle. “This is a summoning ritual,” she said grimly. “A curse array designed to call forth something powerful. Those poor animals were part of the price.”
The remains of the rabbit, frog, and caterpillars were already decomposing, their forms. reduced to grotesque, liquefied remnants. Yet, the strange shapes they formed hinted at something more ominous. Among the decay, a pattern emerged–a dark, twisting whale.
“Leviathan,” Dorothy and I said in unison, the name hanging in the air like a death sentence.
Dorothy’s face darkened. “Ryan was a fool. What did he hope to gain by summoning Leviathan? The great demon of the abyss doesn‘ bargain with mortals for anything less than
total devastation.”
The thought struck me like a thunderclap. “Could he have sacrificed the souls of everyone here?” I asked.
Dorothy’s silence confirmed my fears.
There was no time to waste. I gathered everyone in the living room and insisted they call their
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parents to pick them up. “No one is allowed to leave until the authorities arrive,” I said firmly, my tone brooking no argument.
I sent an urgent message to the palace. A demon’s ritual was beyond the local police’s abilities; this needed the intervention of a werewolf grandmaster.
As I was coordinating the chaos downstairs, a loud crash echoed from the bathroom. My heart leapt.
Dorothy!
I raced upstairs, and the sight that greeted me turned my blood cold. Ryan–or rather, his body -had Dorothy pinned against the mirror, his hands wrapped tightly around her throat. His face was pale, his eyes void of life, yet brimming with a malevolent energy.
“Dorothy!” I screamed.
She struggled weakly, her face flushed from the effort. I grabbed a nearby incense holder and hurled it at Ryan’s head. The impact made him release her momentarily, and I seized the opportunity. Charging forward, I tackled him to the ground, pinning his arms with all my strength.
His eyes met mine, and a shiver ran through me. They weren’t human anymore. The irises were as black as the abyss, swirling with an unnatural chaos.
This wasn’t Ryan.
“Dorothy, get out of here!” I yelled as I struggled to hold him down. “Take everyone and stay downstairs. Don’t let anyone come up!
As Dorothy staggered toward the door, Ryan–or the thing controlling him–spoke. “How brave of you, Thelma.”
His voice wasn’t his own. It was a woman’s voice, cold and sultry, dripping with mockery.
“Who are you?” I demanded, my grip tightening.
The creature smiled, a coy, unsettling expression “You already know the answer,” it said with a laugh that sent a chill down my spine.
“Leviathan,” I whispered.
The great demon inhabiting Ryan’s body didn’t deny it. Instead, it looked at me with an amused glint in its eyes.
“Where’s Ryan?” I demanded. “What have you done to him?”
Leviathan chuckled, the sound like nails on a chalkboard. “The boy? Oh, he’s having a
delightful time in my domain. Perhaps he’s swimming in lava, or maybe he’s made some new friends. Horned ones, of course.”
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The casual cruelty of the demon’s words made my stomach churn. I knew there was little hope for Ryan. Souls who fell into the clutches of demons were seldom recovered, and if they were, they were never the same.
“What deal did he make with you?” I asked, desperate for answers. “What could possibly be
worth this?”
Leviathan’s gaze turned sharp, and it leaned in closer, as much as its stolen body would allow. “Ah, but deals come with a price, Thelma. You know that. If you want answers, what are you willing to give in return?”
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “I’m not playing your games.”
“Then we’re at an impasse,” Leviathan said with a shrug. “But don’t worry. This body won’t last long. It’s too weak to contain me. Soon, I’ll be free to roam, and then-
“Then what?” I interrupted, my voice cold. “You’ll wreak havoc? Destroy lives? Is that what you want?”
Leviathan’s smile widened. “Oh, Thelma, I don’t just want to destroy lives. I want to make them beg for destruction.”
I shivered but refused to show fear. “You won’t get the chance,” I said firmly.
Before Leviathan could respond, footsteps thundered up the stairs. Reinforcements had. arrived. A werewolf grandmaster, flanked by palace guards, burst into the room.
The moment Leviathan saw them, its expression shifted from smugness to anger. “Ah, the watchdogs of the mortal realm,” it sneered.
The grandmaster wasted no time. With a series of intricate gestures and a commanding voice, he began casting a banishment spell. Leviathan thrashed in Ryan’s body, the borrowed vessel unable to withstand the power of the itali
“You think you can rid yourself of me so easily?” it hissed.
But the grandmaster’s spell was relentless. The air crackled with energy, and a blinding light enveloped the room. Leviathan let out an ear–piercing scream as it was forced out of Ryan’s body, the dark essence dissipating like smoke.
When the light faded, Ryan’s body lay lifeless on the floor. The grandmaster approached cautiously, checking for signs of life. After a moment, he shook his head.
“He’s gone,” he said simply.
A heavy silence fell over the room. Leviathan’s presence was gone, but the cost of its visit
remained.
As I looked at Ryan’s lifeless form, a mix of anger and sorrow welled up inside me. He had made a terrible mistake, and it had cost him everything.
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The grandmaster turned to me. “This isn’t over,” he said. “Leviathan may be gone for now, but demons of its kind don’t give up easily. Stay vigilant.”
I nodded, my resolve hardening. The fight against the forces of darkness was far from over. And I would be ready.
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Chapter 133: The Mutation
