Chapter 2
Sammael
I knelt before Sammael, he was smaller than the stories I remembered about him.
"Rise, Umbra." Sammael said, and I cautiously stood. "I sense... That you are a little nervous around me."
"Is there any reason I shouldn't be?" I asked. "After all, if you are the Sammael of legend..."
"I have a bad reputation, don't I?" Sammael asked, catching me off-guard. "Answer truthfully, please."
"Yeah," I said. "You do."
"I have come to be a familiar spirit to you," Sammael stated. "I have a feeling that you will need my... unique abilities."
I accepted, I had no idea what he was talking about but it just seemed safest to agree, and stay on Sammael's good side.
"About my question," Sammael said. "Who are the Elites?"
"They're the best of the best," I said. "At my school, none of them are human. All of them are amazing, top grades, top of every class."
"All... Like you?" Sammael asked.
"Um... Listen, aren't you all powerful? Why are you asking me so many questions?" I asked.
"Glitch in resurrection," Sammael stated calmly. "It happens sometimes."
"I'm going to pretend I understood that..." I muttered. "Ya know what? I've got school tomorrow and no one really cares if I bring along a pet or a familiar or whatever..."
"Did you just ask me to come with you?" Sammael asked, and for the first time, his mouth did not move.
"Um... Yeah. I think I did," I said. "Wait... Your mouth didn't move!"
Telepathy is one of the techniques I have managed to hang onto. Sammael's voice was inserted directly into my mind. One more thing, you don't have to speak aloud for me to hear you.
"Okay," I said. "Great. Now I have another voice in my head."
...
Sammael? You there?
I just hope you were being sarcastic...