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Children Of The Prophecy - pt 9

Tw: Mention of Hell (as in a place), a cult & cultists

Summary: Jesse and Vi go where they shouldn't; attempt #2 at summoning the demon

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Soooo" said Vi over the phone "You want to summon your father?"

"Exactly" was Jesse's reply and the sound of a pen scribing "I have to ask him something"

Vi was quiet for a second. "Maybe I know the answer?" she suggested

"Believe me, you don't. You wouldn't even believe me. Will and Allie didn't"

"'Kay. Ya have the candles?"

Jesse nodded, but of course her friend couldn't see her now. "They're probably under the couch"

"What about something that belonged to him?"

"A scroll from his altar will suffice?"

"Yeah. You sure that's his, tho?"

"Positive"

"Then I hope you're not wrong"

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They met up in an abandoned factory nearby. The entry should've been restricted—the building was standing only 'cause it didn't know on which side to collapse. It was big, made of bricks and its roof collapsed a long time ago.

They had snuck there through a hole in the metal fence, following the path paved by many who went there before. The factory had a reputation for being an attractor to anything paranormal and cultists.

Basically, according to the legend, there's a portal to Hell in here, and that's where all those creepy things come from.

Vi and Jesse were both wearing dark hoodies, with the hoods on 'not to draw attention'. (Because people wearing all black and sneaking to cultists' place with backpacks filled with candles weren't suspicious at all)

Jesse walked up to the factory's rusty door and grabbed the handle. It won't just open, will it? She thought. That only happens in movies

And—as usually when it came to those kinds of things—she was right. The door was rusted shut.

"Dammit!" she said, returning to her friend "Now what?"

Vi pointed at a fire escape "Here"

They climbed up the metal ladder, at some point almost dropping their things, and found another door. Or rather an empty door frame.

The door laid inside, half eaten by the rust and looked as if it was kicked in.

"Is that where the cultists enter?" whispered Jesse

"Yeah"

They snuck inside, and standing on some sort of a platform, glanced down. There was no-one there, or at least they weren't visible.

"It's clear" murmured Vi, getting up from her crouched down position and quietly heading in the direction of a staircase.

"Don't leave me here!" hissed Jesse, following her friend

They slowly got down, paying attention not to step on any of the weaker, rusty steps.

Once they stood in the center of the room, Vi unceremoniously dropped her things on the ground. Jesse was more careful.

"Why are we here?" she asked

"The 'Portal To Hell'" the other girl replied

"What about it?"

"It's an actual portal to Hell." Vi started sketching something on the ground with a chalk "Or rather to Cræyan, but it's basically the same thing— place. Whatever"

They both went silent, the only thing making noise being the chalk

"What about the Otherworld?" Jesse finally said

"A minor dimension, I think. Not sure tho, since one of the six Greater Demons practically owns it"

Vi finished the drawing, which turned out to be a five-arm star in a circle. A pentacle.

"Wait, so you really use those for summonings?"

"No, you dumbass" Vi took out the candles "It's for protection"

"And the candles?"

"Lighting"

After placing the candles around them, in random places, Vi stood in the center and murmured something.

Nothing happened

"And?" whispered Jesse, after a while

"You could've just called, you know?" A'graeth said, walking up to them from a dark corner

"Oh shit" murmured Vi, slowly backing away. The protective circle was gone

"I know I don't look like it, but I do own a goddamn phone" he took out a small device out of his pocket "Anyway, what's up, kid?"

"Are there any demons that can Uhhh, change time, I guess?" Jesse said quickly

If A'graeth was surprised by the question, he didn't show it "Llixovins. The time changers. There are also Malleas,—they move between realities—and Gravese—the tricksters of the demon aristocracy. Basically a combination of the two former. Though there are very little of those"

"Hey, Jesse?" Vi asked

"What?"

"Who are you talking to?"

Jesse glanced at her father "Why can't she see you?"

"She's just a mortal and I'm cloaking myself." he replied "I technically could let her see me, but why would I?" he glanced at the scroll lying where the protection circle was "I believe this belongs to me"

Vi glanced at her, confused. Then, as if understanding what's going on she climbed up the stairs to guard the entrance.

"You can read that?" Jesse asked, pointing at the scroll

"'Course I can. It's in Imüni, a demonic dialect.

" Since you wanted me to teach you, here's the first lesson" he said, putting his hand into a pocket of his black trenchcoat

A'graeth took something from his pocket. It was hidden in a dark red silk, yet he didn't unfold the cloth.

"Take off your necklace"

She gripped the little pendant on a silver chain she always wore. She got it from Élaine, when she was ten. It was in the shape of a propeller— A triquetra, she corrected herself, remembering what her mom told her. She took it off, careful not to rip the fragile chain and put it in the pocket of her hoodie.

"Put your hand on it" he reached out with the thing he was holding

She did so. Nothing happened.

"I doesn't wor—" she started "Ohhh shit—" she glanced around, surprised "Why are there shadows everywhere?"

"Ghosts" her father put the thing back in his pocket "Don't act so surprised—you've seen them plenty. You just don't remember"

She stood frozen in place, watching the shadows appear at the south wall and wander in every direction, only to disappear when they got too close to them.

"Why can't they reach us?" Jesse asked

"I'm currently shielding us, since the lost souls are usually pretty violent" he grabbed the scroll "Try now"

She glanced at it. The previously unreadable scribbles were now words.

"'Shadowland Cemetery'" she read "What does it even mean?"

A'graeth just shrugged "It's the first riddle. Find Shadowland Cemetery and find Glenn"

And with that, he disappeared.

Jesse stood there, dumbfounded. Who in the hell is Glenn?

She heard quick footsteps, a loud crash and saw Vi grab her by her arm.

"What's going on?" the former asked

"Come on, no time to explain"

They ducked behind the staircase, and soon enough, there were people climbing down.

They were wearing black cloaks, with pentacles drawn on them in something red.

They stood in a circle, chanting quietly, while one of them drew a giant pentacle on the floor using a brush and whatever was in the bucket next to them.

They didn't have their hood up, like others did. Their head was completely bald, with scars littering it. They were light pink, cutting through the shining skin. The person had some sort of a sigil on their forehead, drawn in blood.

Goddammit bodily fluids again, Jesse thought. That surely is going to be an interesting evening.

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Look, guys, I'm productive. I'm actually writing a second chapter this week. And it's long.

"Yeah, but why is she frozen?" she grabbed Vi's hand

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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 1

Okay, so at the beginning I wanted to note that English is not my first language, so sorry for any misspellings or grammar. Also, I'm still figuring Tumblr out.

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Tw: TWs: death of a parent mention, fear of loved ones being taken away, kinda disturbing descriptions, negative headspace and thoughts, burning, threats, murder/injuring attempt

While the snowstorm was subsiding, it did not in fact make Jesse’s day better. 

She was curled up on the couch, bundled up in blankets and her partner, Vi’s, lap, trying and failing to not let the recent events get to her.

Being the one who found Élaine, she had to touch her mother’s corpse, call 112, give her statement to the police and notify her siblings. And all in the short interval of the last four days. 

And now, since her mother didn’t have any living relatives, and Jesse was legally an adult , she had to attend a court meeting to get her siblings’ custody rights transferred onto her.

Summarizing, the day was awful in every single of its many aspects.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Vi, putting her hand on Jesse’s shoulder in a reassuring manner “This must be a lot”

Vivien Ember Duvau, to most known as just Vi, was a nineteen year old, icy-blue-eyed trans girl, and Jesse’s queerplatonic partner. She usually had her ashy blonde hair in a fishtail braid, with a bay leaf shaped hairpin holding half of her bangs from her face.

Jesse was quiet for a few seconds “yeah, it’s just..” her breath hitched “I have no idea what to do, y’know” she said, her voice shaky “everything just kinda collapsed. My mother’s dead, the twins are god knows where and might get taken away”

She leaned her head against Vi’s shoulder, cueing the latter to put her arms around her, which she did.

That was a month ago. Truly a disaster, if you ask me.

Well, at least one good thing came of that, and that is; Jesse V. Blackwood managed to win custody of her siblings

Which also meant that—unfortunately—she had to prepare lunch.

And truth be told she couldn’t cook, even if her life depended on it, which I suppose it did.

So after destroying two pans and almost burning the house down, trying to heat up some half dead omelet that Vi made, she had to admit defeat.

And thus she decided to order pizza. She bought two, one with salami and one hawaiian. She hated pineapple, especially on pizza, but oh well, the twins loved it. 

While the pizza was still not here she went to the living room, definitely not looking at the charred spot that was haphazardly covered with a rug. And absolutely not having her mother’s dead eyes staring at her very soul flash before her. She flinched, repeating a string of ‘shut up brain’s and keeping her eyes shut.

When she finally managed to collect herself she flopped down onto the couch, and reached for the TV remote, but it turned on by itself.

“What the hell…” she whispered, staring at the screen in confusion

It showed a soap opera, or, more accurately, a single scene replaying over and over.

She didn’t however get the chance to figure out what that meant, because the kitchen radio suddenly turned on, making her jump. 

The volume gradually increased and she felt herself start to shake. The radio would only be able to pick up on polish stations, and yet it spoke in english. It was a snippet of an interview with someone.

Jesse could feel the temperature drop, which was now at somewhere close to 10℃. Her breaths soon turned opaque, as she slowly descended into the bottomless pit of panic.

She grabbed the triquetra shaped necklace she always wore and clutched it desperately. She’d gotten it from her father, Antoni, back when he still loved her was there. 

“Whenever you feel scared,” he’d said back then, with a soft smile “just hold it and think of me”

Then, she saw a woman materialize in front of her. She had really pale skin, almost like a (pun intended) ghost, with raven black hair. She had very prominent bags under her pitch black eyes and was dressed in a simple white nightgown.

Along with her arrival, the main light started flickering.

Jesse wanted to sc— well, at this point her to-do list was horribly long and thus she did nothing, just staying frozen, staring in horror. 

The woman stared at her, before saying:

“It is really you” her voice was eerie, somewhat robotic and generally unsettling “She, of whom They speak”

Despite all that was currently happening, every ounce of fear Jesse had, seemed to disappear, leaving her to dumbfoundedness. 

“Wha..what are you doing in my house??” she asked, her mouth somehow not making any sound

Still, it didn’t bother the woman the least. She paid Jesse no mind and just kept talking

“I truly cannot fathom you exist” she said, her body still “The Daughter of A’graeth” a sinister smile ghosted on her thin, pale lips “As luck would have it, you’re all by yourself, dear. All the wardings are down…”

Jesse just stared

“Oh, and would you look at that” she teased “It seems that you have just lost your mother” 

“Get out of my head” whispered Jesse, her tone dripping with spite

She knew she should’ve been scared, there was a ghost in her living room for hell’s sake. 

And yet she couldn’t

Huh, that’s strange

“Oooh She speaks!” the ghost beamed, taking a step forward “Well, why don’t you tell me your name, dearie?”

Jesse slowly stood up and took a shaky step in the direction of the exit. “Why should I? You’re a ghost; it’s not like you can hurt me” right??

The ghostly woman just laughed. It was an awful sound, demonic almost. It made Jesse think of the way a serial killer might laugh while murdering their victim. Loud. Disturbing.

“Oh, sweety,” she didn’t stop laughing. “You poor child. You see, that would’ve been true, if you weren’t wrong about something else” Jesse paled significantly “Because I, my child, am not a ghost”

There was not enough time to react. Jesse bolted to the exit, but the woman was too fast. She lunged at her, pinning the girl to the wall.

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT

Jesse tried to wiggle herself free, but the woman's grip was made of steel. There were small trails of smoke coming from where the woman’s claws fingers were touching Jesse’s black hoodie.

The woman raised her hand, her awfully long claws ready to lacerate the girl’s whatever vital point she had chosen, when she suddenly stilled, her hand frozen mid strike.

Jesse dared to look at the woman and, seeing her lips locked in a silent scream, slid to the ground. 

And luckily she did, because the next second the woman was engulfed in flames. 

They were so bright she was actually afraid they might permanently damage her eyes, and so she shut them, not looking at the horrible sight in front of her. She couldn’t move, as if her limbs were made of lead, and glued to the ground.

And at the exact moment, the front door opened.

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