novelAn Unexchangeable Soul-II
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Ian had lost his mother, his only pillar and reason to be in the world. Apart from his mother, he didn't have anyone close to him. He had been ready to give up his soul to be feasted by the demon he summoned, what could be worse than giving up his life? Nothing.
Ian looked at the demon's eyes, his gaze showed no fear as it was filled with a deep, bottomless anger, "What do you want?"
The demon looked at Ian with studying look. It was rare for anyone as young as the boy in front of him to call him forth. Most summoners who call demons from hell would have been much older than him. Considering how the book was written in demonic language it would take decades, even centuries for a human to read them. Perhaps someone had taught him how to read the book?
But none of that matters now, thought the demon to himself.
"Boy—" The demon said when Ian shot him a sharp look.
"It's Ian, not boy, I'm not a child you think I am, " though to be called boy wasn't offensive, Ian had felt powerless and to be called such only made him more bitter.
"For certain, " the demon responded without feeling offended instead his smile at the aggressiveness Ian showed."It had been a very long time since I witness someone with such fierceness in their eyes while summoning me. I suppose you have a very deep reason for calling me forward? But I have to warn you there are certain things I can do but also things I am not able to."
"What is it that you are not able to do?" Ian questioned, he need to know what cards he had on hands and utilize it to create a livid hell punishment for Sarah and the rest of the White Family.
"Such as... bringing someone dead to life, " uttered the demon where his eyes sunken. His gaze grew stale for a split of second where there was even anger on his eyes."There was once a human who summoned me, asking me to bring his dead daughter but I told him it was out of a demon's reach to resurrect the dead. Perhaps even God aren't able to do so."
Ian had thought about revenge that he didn't consider the chances of resurrecting his mother to life but then as the demon gave him the idea, at the same time, the hope was lost as the demon told him it was impossible.
"What happened to that man?" Ian questioned, watching the demon keenly as he made his wings and horns disappear, turning to a more humanely appearance as he sat on the old wooden table.
The demon swiped his hand to the table instead of admiring the table, he was staring at it mindlessly."He killed himself. You know, when one lost a person dear to them it hurts so much more, so terribly more than loosing a limb. It wasn't different than living a hell..."
"I know. I am aware, " painfully aware of how to lose a person felt, thought Ian to himself. It had been a week since his mother's death, but there was a terrible yearning in his heart to meet her again, to apologize to her for being such a useless son who couldn't save her from the fire. It felt as though he was walking on a quivering water, Ian didn't know whether this was a dream or his haunting nightmare. But life, life had always been a nightmare to him.
The demon only had to take a single look over Ian's face to know what the man had gone through had been similar to what he had went, "Who did you lost, Ian?"
"My mother, " and like how the demon could take one study at him to know he had lost his dear one, Ian could also sense the same. He asked, "And you?"
"My one and only wife... she was killed, " and the demon didn't continue to explain how she died because it was still a fresh wound to him.
"What's your name, demon?" Ian questioned him. He didn't have time to bond with the demon but as they seemed to be undergoing a same unseen pain, he felt a little closer to the demon. Somewhere, he felt that they were similar, holding both sorrow but also anger inside their heart.
"Diablo; that's how people know me, but my personal name is Caleb. What do you want, Ian? You do know that by calling me you are turning your back to god, don't you?" Diablo questioned. A question that was odd to be asked by a demon, thought Ian as he only heard demons to be an evil being but now the demon had given him a warning.
"I haven't forsaken him, I only wish to put down judgement and punishment to those who deserve them, " Ian looked at his hand where there was still the burn injury he had as he tried to hauled his mother's body from the burning fire."My anger is unstoppable, my rage, my hatred until I see with my own two eyes that they are dead in the most painful way than they could ever imagine. Don't you know this emotions too Caleb? When you lost your wife to the hands of her murderer."
Diablo offered Ian a smile, a twisted smile, "For certain. I put their heads as decoration, rip their guts as they are alive. So it is revenge that you want Ian... but you do know that watching the revenge won't be enough for you? As I have been on your ground, I understand your hunger for revenge, and I understand more how you want to carry out the act yourself but you are still a human."
Ian could tell the underlaying meaning Caleb said to him. Though it was faint, he could tell the demon was trying to lead him somewhere and he wasn't as naive as others not to notice this.
"What do you want in exchange to help me, Caleb?" It was only right to Ian's eyes for the demon to accept something in exchange of his help. But the demon didn't want his soul which made him questioned what the demon wanted.
"I want only a simple thing. I want death. Not to anyone but myself, " answered Caleb. There was no hesitation on his words that had Ian taken aback as he never thought death was what the demon want."And the only person who could help me is you, Ian White."
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