The Summoning - Part 3

Yumi gaped at the male standing before her. Blue hair tied into a rattail shifting slightly due to the breeze. Red, piercing eyes bored into her dark brown ones. A pair of silver earrings hung down from his ears. A smirk graced his tanned face as he stepped out of the magic circle, closer to her.

"Are you my Master who has summoned me?" He mused. 

The girl quickly wiped any trace of blood away from her hands and face, trying to make herself look presentable before she bowed deeply, hands placed on her stomach. 

"Greetings, my Servant," she said before straightening up once more, her eyes flickering with determination. 

"I, Yumi Shikamura will be your Master as of today." 

The male stopped in front of her, his towering height made her have to crane her neck to look at the male properly. He opened his mouth to say something before he was interrupted by a loud blast from the magic circle and instinctively went in front of the girl to shield his Master. 

The candles which had flickered out, ignited themselves this time their flames were bigger than the one before. The wind blew even more violently, sending all the things in her room all over the place. A red light, darker than the color of blood engulfed the whole room and the girl shields her eyes once more. Her thoughts running wild. What was happening?

Black and red boots stepped out from amongst the coiling dark smoke and with one slash from the figure, a blast of wind appeared, scattering all the smoke around, giving her a clear view of the figure. 

Same blue hair, same red eyes with red markings underneath, same rattail that was slung over his shoulder instead. His exposed chest was covered in red tattoos that trailed all the way to his abdomen. A hood shielded his glowering look from the world. Behind him, a spiked tail dragged itself on the ground. 

In a booming voice, he spoke. "Answering your summon, I have arrived." 

Yumi felt her head blanked as she stepped out from his servant's back and glanced back and forth at the seeming twin, missing the look of disdain from her servant and a raised eyebrow from the other one. 

What had just happened? Why were there two servants?

****

"You worthless buffoon, how could you lose such an important catalyst?" 

While in the presence of the emerald Prince, the noble trembled as he did his best not to meet the Prince's cold and deathly stare.

"I didn't notice that it was stolen." nothing, the prince said nothing, the silence was heavy and the only thing that he can hear is his own heartbeat.

"Do you have any idea how I wanted that catalyst?!" he slammed his fist into a nearby table, he stood and approached the young man who had his head bowed low. "How will you pay for it?"

The noble stared at the ground, drops of blood flowed down from the prince's hand. He doesn't know what to do, he could barely speak or move. Blood. He knows it's his that's going to be spilled next. 'I don't want to die, I don't want to die', he muttered to himself. 

He gave the scared noble a pat on the back and whispered in his ear. "Stand straight." His voice was cold and devilish. The man knew better not to reply but the urge was hitting him. He clasped his lips tight, biting them so his mouth won't open.

"I know what you fear the most, would you like it to appear again?"

Out of desperation he accidentally replied "No!" 

His body lay stiff frozen like stone.

"I have no more use for any incompetent fools like you," the prince sighed, "now kill yourself, and make it slow."

The last thing that noble ever saw was a devil in the shape of man, the prince.

"Come now servant"  he turned back to see his weapon, a  divine spirit who was forced to do his bidding.

"What will we do now master?" he looked at the Prince with a straight face, hiding his disgust at serving a callous man. This mortal knows no respect and rejoices at the suffering of others. Truly despicable.

"We are going for a walk, and to find what is supposed to be mine." 

**** 

In the midst of dusk, within the interior of an abandoned chapel, a lone corpse was laying inside a polished, open coffin. This coffin, designed with runic lines and ornaments, was above an altar situated in front of many wooden pews. What was left of the candles that illuminated the interior of the establishment flickered from the streaming wind. Without any signs of life around, an eerie silence wandered through the place.

And then, suddenly, all the flames wildly swayed and went out; thin lines of steam rising from its still hot wick. Darkness surrounded the entirety of the chapel, and only the faint moonlight was there to shine through, even though it was not enough--

Not enough to show a large, dark shadow looming in the altar.

*CRASH!*

Destroyed.

Everything was destroyed within seconds. The decaying chapel forgotten by many, and the land that surrounded it-- all collapsed under the weight of a violent force that exploded from the unknown, leaving it battered and barren down to its roots.

Heavy clouds obscured the full moon. The obliterated land was then swallowed by the darkness. Lumps of shadows gathered rapidly, spiralling into the center, where the lifeless body of a woman laid in stillness; untouched.

Eventually, they devoured her as well. 

Covering the body in shadows, dark lumps seeping into the skin. Soon, the corpse was nowhere to be seen, and only a black dome gleaming with hints of red was there on sight.

What happened inside was a secret that no one can ever know. Whatever it was, is an omen that no one will ever expect to arise.

When the heavy clouds drifted apart, the barren land shone in the moonlight once again. A silhouette of a naked woman was seen staring into the sky, her once silver hair corrupted with the shade of black. Her olive skin glistened in the light, showing each curves of her voluptuous body. Feeling the power ran through her fingertips made her satisfied of the outcome. Indeed, the vessel was compatible enough to contain her existence.

However, it didn't take long when her knees buckled and hit the battered ground. A sharp pain shot through her back, compelling her to crouch down and embrace herself; so as to ease the agony. Her blood curdling scream pierced through the howling wind, disturbing hundreds of birds by flying out of their nests in panic. 

Following that, were several golden runes that travelled across her skin; increasing more and more until the end of two golden lines came to meet, and a bright light shone in finality. And in place of her vacant back materialized six bronze wings, extending into the air like an eagle preparing for flight.

Unknowingly, a large shadow covered the land before her, its source found at the soles of her bare feet. If one were to witness such a surreal scene, they would mistake that shadow in the shape of a large chalice.

Without another glance, the woman flew away and disappeared, leaving glistening trickles of light in her place. Smoke rose and scattered around due to her swift departure, but at some point, dissipated as well.

Finally, the barren land was quiet again. It was as if nothing really happened, as if everything that was destroyed was just a result of a natural phenomenon...

...As if she hadn't been there in the first place.