Demon's Rising
Ch.8 Ghosexium
Have you ever heard of anything that can total destroy everything you hold dear? Even your mind"? Things like spells, potions, and other magical things, but like all things, most of these things can be used for good and evil, but what if there was such a thing where it could only do evil? I was rummaging around some old scrolls in prince Aviean's castle when I found a small paragraph that spoke of such a potion, well more like ghost blood, the blood of the long deceased kragish people.
Rowin pace was quick in his dark castle halls, his temper boiled and his hatred unsettled. His dracosh guards shook in terror as he passed.
"Suka!" Rowin shouted. "Suka come here now!"
The old, black crow shuddered. He stretched his stiff wings as his pale, blind eyes blinked. He took off from his perch at the highest tower and flew through the castles window holes. He had memorized the castle through the long years of serving his master. His wing stung from the old wound from the arrow that had struck him years ago. He still remembered how his master had found him, healed him, and had kept him safe all these years.
Suka also remembered that his master had been young then, gentle, and caring, but something had changed his master. Something dark and evil, but he still served as loyal as all those years before. The old crow gently floated down, landing on his master's shoulder.
"Yes my master." He said in a crackling voice. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong my pet." Rowin said as he gently stroked suka's feathers. "There's just been a little obstacle put into are path."
The cold, dark wind blew through the dark halls, it howled like dying screams through the dark, twisted windows. Rowin went up a long, spiral stair case. He walked to the top reaching a black, metal door. Decorated with black gem stones with a silver handle of a deadly dragon's head spewing flame. The dragon's ruby eyes were warm; a small light glowed inside of them. Rowin reached his long, pale nails out onto the spewing flame, twisting the flame until a small click rang out in the small hall. The door slowly swung itself open. Suka eyes widened, inside the room all sorts of deadly, torturous machines laid in the darkness. Many of them showed stained, splotches of blood on the walls behind them.
Rowin spoke in a cold tone, he slowly scanned his eyes surveying the room.
"We have to find a way, to lead him back to the truth. The show him that he can never run from what he is, from what his destiny is, to show him back to the reason why I created him, but for some reason my mind has become clouded whenever I think about how. Until tonight"
The air was filled with the smell of heavy dust and old blood. Rowin had walked over to an old, nearly broken, black dresser. A broken mirror lay on top of it. The mirror was covered thick with dust; a small sapphire barely glimmered in the small firelight.
Rowin opened the top drawer of the dresser. He rummaged through old papers, letters, and clothes. His hand stopped over a small blue and silver locket. A small tear started to come from his eye, but it quickly vanished as his eyes filled with anger. He cast the locket to the side and pulled out a small vile. The vile contained a bubbling, dark purple liquid. The vile was hot to the touch but quickly cooled as it was exposed to the dank air.
Suka's eyes widened with interest, he gazed into the liquid. His mind puzzled over what it could be, he could not see its color but felt its heat on his soft feathers.
"What is that fascinating objects my master?"
Rowin stroked his cold fingers on suka's hard beak.
"It is Ghosexium my pet; it is what flows through my veins. It is the precious gift that the mighty kragish gave to me all those years ago. It is what gives me my power, the same thing flows through my son's veins."
"Then how is it going-"
Rowin roughly grabbed the old crow's wing, threatening to tear the wing from the poor bird's body.
"Don't dare interrupt me you insolent bird! Understand?!"
"Alright! Alright!" the crow squawked in fear. "Ok! Ok! Let me go!"
Rowin tossed the bird onto the top of the dresser; Suka ruffled his feathers to calm himself. Rowin held up the small vile, savoring his evil ideas to take revenge.
"You see my pet, this is a very active, and aggressive does. When you drink this you become so full of anger and rage that you forget everything, your mind is only consumed in flames. You become the darkest monster ever to roam this earth, the very weapon to destroy armies. With this running through my son's veins he will only listen to me, and he will be unstoppable!"
Rowin's eyes burned with ideas of conquer, fire, and death to his enemies. When he would finally triumph, and take what was rightfully his.
"Soon all those fools will regret! Soon they will taste my wrath, and they shall suffer! Oh, yes they shall suffer! For on the morning of my victory the land will be soaked with their blood! The sun will burn their corpses! And I Rowin the Great will be emperor and ruler of other lands beyond until everyone will bow to me! Worship me! Serve me for eternity!"
Suka's eyes widened, in the first time in years, with fear. His heart had finally realized that his master's desires and dreams did not come from hopes and dreams, but from the deepest part of insanity, madness, and hatred in his heart.