Chapter 146: The Morticians Damned Soul (1/2)
”I'll... I'll just drink it up...”
”Oh? I thought you are more determined than ever?” Ron Samuel laughed.
'Who in their right mind would shove this thing up their ass? In the first place, why would people shove something up their ass anyway...' Calvin could only reveal a bitter smile for he didn't know what to say. The atmosphere in the room quickly turned strange.
Calvin knew that he had to do something to disperse this strange atmosphere and since he had no fear of the demon in the vial in the first place, he quickly opened it up and gulped it down.
In an instant, Calvin felt his throat freeze.
It was as if he had swallowed a block of ice instead of a fragment of a demon's soul.
”The name of the demon whose soul fragment you swallowed is Valefor...”
”Valefor is a demon who governs and ice. Right now, you must be feeling as if you have swallowed an ice block, right?”
”Endure it...”
”Endure that sensation...”
”Close your eyes.”
”Ignore it.”
”Pretend that it does not exist.
”Take a deep breath.”
”Imagine yourself diving into an incomparably deep ocean.”
”Yes, imagine it getting darker as you dive deeper into this ocean.”
Ron Samuel had walked over beside Calvin and was whispering these words into his ears.
Eventually, he took a piece of paper with unrecognizable words scribbled on its surface.
Then, he slapped the piece of paper on Calvin's back, before he softly chanted.
”Oh, Goddess of All-Encompassing Light...”
”The Magister of Light and the Commander of Compassion...”
”You are the most benevolent!”
A foul wind stirred up from within the room. This vile wind carried with it a biting chill as it circulated around the protected room.
Ron Samuel knew that he couldn't let his guard down.
What Calvin swallowed might only be the tiniest fragment of Valefor's soul, but Valefor was still a noteworthy demon that Ron Samuel couldn't possibly underestimate.
Crushing the prepared herbs and spiritual ingredients that he had beforehand inside his palm, Ron Samuel continued with his chant.
”For the Goddess loved the world so much, that she established the mightiest temple known to man...”
”Her blessings are abundant, and so does her compassion...”
”The mightiest temple exists nowhere but in man!”
Ron Samuel pointed at Calvin with both of his index and middle finger stuck together and the chilling wind howled.
It intensified.
The demon was in defiance against the strength of the Goddess, but it was futile. The divine might of the Goddess fully suppressed the fragment of Valefor's soul, and it was impossible for it to leave its vessel anymore.
Ron Samuel huffed and puffed as he tried to catch his breath.
”Sigh...”
Eventually, he let out a sigh.
Then, he sat down in one of the chairs in the room and took a cigarette out of his pocket.
Ron Samuel was never a smoker, yet at this moment, he was compelled to consume one.
For today was a crucial day in Calvin's life.
Calvin found himself standing on a battlefield.
Screams filled with all sorts of emotions rang out around him. Yet, amidst the chaotic cacophony of sounds, a faint voice could distinctively be heard, and it sent a mind-numbing chill down Calvin's spine who quickly turned around and found nothing.
”What was that?” Calvin audibly whispered.
Suddenly, an earthquake occurred.
The screams on the battlefield stopped and the warriors risking their life against their enemies disappeared like smoke.
Calvin blinked once and the scenery around him changed.
This time, he found himself staring at the bloodied figure of a woman.
The woman had half of his body severed by something sharp.
She was currently crawling her way over to Calvin with a resentful look on her face amidst her gritted teeth.
”You...”
”You did not deserve to live.”
”Why did you have to live, while I die?”
”Answer me, Calvin...”
”Why are you alive?”
”Hey, answer me...”
”Why?”
”Kekeke...hehehe...”
Laughter...
The woman gave off a child's laughter.
Mischievous, yet hollow. The laughter reverberated throughout the darkness of the nothingness where Calvin found himself standing.
Calvin's expression was now starkly different, laced with both the intention to tease, amusement, and some measure of indifference. Smiling faintly, Calvin stared at the woman.
'A Mid-Tier Demon... I really didn't know that the church had fallen this low... To think that they would bother sealing up a Mid-Tier Demon for the fragments of its soul...' Calvin shook his head and stared at the woman in front of him, 'I guess it's time for me to try and use this Emperor's Commandment that 'She' gave to me...'
He lifted his arm and pointed at the woman.
Boom!
As soon as completed these series of actions, a golden light visible to the naked eye erupted from Calvin's body. At the same time, a majestic and domineering voice boomed through the dark, ”By the Emperor's Command, all shall obey!”
Swoosh!
A sudden storm swept up as a powerful shockwave visible to the eyes manifested with Calvin at its centre. As the storm started billowing, the expression on the woman's face changed as her body twitched out of terror.
Fear...
Do Demons feel fear?
Perhaps... Because right at this moment, the woman stopped whatever she was doing as she stared with constricted pupils at Calvin who had unleashed his Emperor's Commandment for the very first time.
The fear that she was feeling was something that emanated from the deepest parts of her soul.
The darkness's fear of the light.
And the demons' fear of the gods.