Hello my friends, I apologize for not posting Chapter 6 yesterday. Apparently the internet in Alabama is only surpassed by that of Somalia XD

So I finished this at 11:59pm and I wanted to post it then, but no. Either way enjoy this chapter.

DISCLAIMER- I OWN NOTHING, YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS, LOL


Sarah Ravencroft thundered across the spectral plane of damnation that was the spirt world. She flew hard and fast as if she was running away from the book that trapped her in this hellish and desolate plain. Sarah grew tried as a beam of light encompassed her and her spirt slowly dropped to the ground below. Sarah stopped in place with her face fell into the dirt and a black ash like dust flew into the air coving her pure white dress.

"Why do you run from me, Sarah?" A sinister voice asked Sarah. "You..." Her voice said in a loathly arrogant tone with a hint of fear rolling off her voice as she dug her hands into the ground as the reserves of her power were beginning to be drained by a dark and lavishly dressed figure. The figure was dressed in a suit that appeared to be a collection of lavish italian silk and the tanned skin of human flesh. His long hair was raven black tied into long pony tail, as was his facial hair in french fork style. Pale toned skin, Soul shattering black eyes, Ironworker muscles, and a smile only a sadist would love.

His black appearance was only offset by the blood red collar of an undershirt tied to his neck with a midnight silk tie. The well dressed figure was hovering just off the ground with a large mist of black following him and soon engulfed the weakened Sarah, along with its master. Sarah tried to gain the strength to strike the figure, but he soon rose his hand and the final reserve of power that reminded in Sarah's body was drained from spirt. As the last ounce of ora flowed into the finger tips of the haunting figure.

"Why!?" Sarah howled in pain as her power was ripped from her. The figure halted the drain of Sarah's powers and crouched to his knees toward her ear to whisper.

"Simple my Dear," He said in a sinister tone as his warm breath graced the side of her neck. "I want you to struggle." The figure stood up and looked over Sarah with the eyes of a hungry wolf overviewing the final breath of his prey. He could not help but notice the stark beauty of the moribund sorceress as her laid on her stomach with tears of pain as tried to hold on to the very last of her power.

"I released you from your prison, yet you rewarded me with insults and when your arrogance caused you to return to this moribund landscape of your spell book... Your arrogance, Your ignorance, and your ego lead to your imprisonment with in your book." Said the figure as he stood up and turned his back on Sarah as she laid on the ground. "Taking me into your hellish purgatory with you..."

"It twas thous incompetence that lead to my imprisonment!" Sarah screamed in defiance as she turned on to her back. "You stood in the way of my vengeance against the world of the living and righteous! You..." The figure turned and a red inferno shot from his hand striking the arrogant witch and causing her to convulse and scream in agony. "Twas your incompetence, Twas your haughty posture. Unlike you, my iniquitous ancestor, I have at least a shred of morality and mercy that remains..." The figure gave a smile to the wounded sarah and held out his hand as a sign of good faith. The figure may have been a demonic degenerate, but deep inside buried under the evil and corruption that such unworldly power brings he was still human and still retained a fraction of altruism.

"Come with me as my servant and together we will rule the cosmos... Together the name of Ravencroft will echo though out the ears of humanity. Together our rule will be eternity." The figure reached his cold hand to Sarah in a gesture of friendship and common goal. But the pompous witch scowled at the dashing figure in black and crimson as she held her head into the sky.

"I would never share my rightful place as ruler of the dossal masses of ignorant peasants that you benevolently refer to as 'Humanity'." Sarah Ravencroft said with disgust. "How dare you even call yourself by the moniker of Ravencroft?! How dare you Ben Ravencroft!?" She howled in her last moments of her insolents before another long angry filled blast of red energy finally ended the wretched existence of Sarah Ravencroft...

The brilliant white that once surrounded her and her clothing turned to the light brown and black of the dress she wore in youth. Her middle-aged appearance soon began to age at a alarming rate as she soon turned into a skeletal figure with skin simply stretched around her. Her began to become mortal as well as ultra long and unkept.

"You...Will...Fail..." Were Sarah's finally words as the last of her power was absorbed by Ben Ravencroft. He crouched down once more to the now mortal body of Sarah Ravencroft. He let out a sigh and reached out to the red pendant around her neck. He gazed over the beauty of the pendant before a gust of wind turned the body of Sarah into nothing but a cloud of dust, along with the pendent as well...

The darkness that surrounded them returned into hands of Ben Ravencroft and soon a strange man appeared behind him with an ivory cain in hand. "I see you tied up a loose end for me and our family... Thank you Mr. Ravencroft." The figure said to Ben in a thick high class southern accent. "Lord Amsel, What a pleasant surprise this is." Ben addressed him with surprise.

"Indeed this is, I was worried about your endeavor with Sarah. I would think a sorceress of such caliber would have been more of a struggle against a warlock, especially a warlock of her own gene pool. What a shame..." Amsel said nonchalantly with a little sadistic chuckle toward the end. "I accomplished what we both have strived for, an end of existence for Sarah. Now it is your turn to return the favor Lord Amsel."

Amsel was a tale and youthful man, around 29 or 30, with clean immaculately kept short brown hair and a smooth freshly shaved baby face. Dressed in a black suit and sporting a red rimmed top hat and ivory cain, Amsel looked as if he was a younger and more modest version of Ravencroft. Amsel gave Ben a large sadist smile and a twinkle in his eye even managed to give the authoritative and intimidating figure that Ravencroft had become a shiver.

"Ben, my boy, my home is in tatters from my last house guests. Soldiers are not the best house guests if you ask me. Tore my beautiful home apart like a whore in the hands of a lonely gentleman. But their will be more..." Amsel twirled his cain and a portal to the mortal world appeared. In the vision were nine figures trekking through the dank swamp lands that surrounded Lord Amsel's manor. "Hmmm they look youthful... Full of life and purity." Amsel remarked as he gazed at the young bloods in the middle of the pack.

"I recognize them... Those kids, their mutt, and those Wiccan's..." Ravencroft detested, grinding his teeth as he remembered the night the Wiccan leader and the kids banished him inside of that accursed book he lusted for for so many years. "I'm getting a of trouble from those, rather incising, young girls in the back and the hag at the front. But that is not our only trouble..." Amsel said, licking his lips with his viper tongue as he shifted the view of the portal to a blistering darkly dressed figure running though the swamplands.

"Who may that be?" Ravencroft asked Amsel as the two observed his supernatural speed and tenacity in his movements. "It looks like the thirtieth soul that escaped me all those years ago has returned..."