My Demonic Ghost Book two (The Reapers 2)

by Jacinta Maree

  Unlike Reapers and Goons who take the spirit down into the underworld, all Hunter Spirits were scouted out and personally escorted into the realm with Miira. As the last strand of smoke crept from his parted lips I nodded my head over my shoulder to the waiting Creator. Of course, we were unable to collected fresh spirits on our own, only Goons were able to transport them; but with the rebellion happening we couldn’t rely on the Reapers for their cooperation. It was risky but using a Creator was our next best thing. They weren’t meant to stay on earth for long in fear they would get lost and unable to find their way back. Despite all the appearance Creators didn’t do anything they didn’t want. If tempted they will act on their own whim.

  The dark crow landed on my shoulder and inhaled the spirit into its peak. Once captured I stepped away from his corpse and made my way out of the party. A female scream hit my ears as she stumbled upon his body but I quickly washed it out as we vanished up towards the Heavens.

  We reformed in the open space of the lower chambers, just outside the main doors leading into the mansion. A ring of bare flames were placed along the perimeter of the room keeping the place in dim lighting. It was empty aside from a rack of vials and a lone platform with a book rested on top. From within one of the vials I took out a string of gold smoke before dousing Nathan underneath the bulk. He slouched over unfazed by the commotion as I opened the book onto my lap. In deliberate steps I had placed him in the centre of the room where on the ground was painted a circle with very specific symbols and marks. The ink lines printed into the flooring started to glow with gold, illuminating the dim room into a harsh white.

  I chanted the ritual as the smoke started to spiral around Nathan before diving into his body. The transformation of spirit into Hunter was painful but thankfully quick. As the golden gas overpowered him and expanded over his body, solidifying his skin into a toasted brown, brightening his eyes into warm gold and colouring his hair into spit fire red, the ink on the ground eventually dimmed. He inhaled loudly and clutched at his chest, falling onto his rear as if forgetting how his legs worked. It was the same case with a lot of new Hunters, the transformation from body to spirit then back to body again enough to zap their strength. I couldn’t help but feel my knuckles tighten. There wasn’t a single taint on him. Even though he was sinful, he drank constantly and only worried about self-indulgences and complete disregard for authority he was coloured with full Hunter title. Unlike me where my hair was marked black at the roots like a banished and my scent was off. A strong part of me almost wanted to snap his neck right there and then out of spite. Or at least throw a couple of punches into him to bruise his flawless face. The Hunter system is obviously flawed. Hunter Nathan was looking around himself bewildered. He kept rubbing his eyes as the burn of their intense power was always itchy for the first couple of days.

  “Hunter Nathan!” I commanded him as Nathan glanced up at me. “You have been single handily chosen by our beloved Royal Miira as a role of a Hunter, you are to accept her word and serve her loyally without falter. Do you understand?” It had felt military style but anything I say unless direct may be lost on him. As well as improved sight there was improved hearing, touch and reflexes without the limitation of a human body. Right now Nathan would feel like he had stepped into the body of a super hero.

  “Who are you? What’s going on?”

  “Do you understand?” I repeated more sternly as Nathan numbly nodded. “Good, your recruitment has been carefully timed to help dissolve a matter with the Reapers and Banished. I’ll take you to the throne room for your introduction to Miira. Please note, don’t speak unless spoken to. Don’t look at her in the eye. Don’t move unless I move. If you follow all these simple instructions, you might just survive past inspection.”

  “W-What?” Nathan cupped his forehead into his palm, “This feels so strange. I could’ve sworn I was… that this wasn’t me.”

  I scoffed loudly, “You’re welcome. Those memories or images you just watched are irrelevant from now on. Whatever mistakes and choices you had made during your human life does not matter, what matters now is your choices as a Hunter. There’s a way that’s about to break loose and for some reason fate has an important role for you to play. I’ll take you to Miira, and from then our relationship ends. I don’t know what she has planned for you, but I can guarantee you one thing. The fate of all Heaven and all Hunting Spirits rest on your ability to destroy Jordon Hastings, the Wolf Reaper. If you fail Heaven fails and we cease to have control. You can understand the level of priority this has.”

  Nathan rattled his head and I could hear his voice deepen in a snarl, “J-Jordon Hastings? That name… it’s familiar.”

  “As I would expect, he was your brother back during your living years but as I said before those emotions of protection and loyalty to them is no longer relevant. You are a solider of Miira now and you belong to her-”

  “Protection? Loyalty? No, I didn’t feel any of those. All I can remember is hate… betrayal and rage. Because of him everything went wrong. Everything fell apart and my life was ruined. I always swore to get revenge on him.”

  I felt my eyebrow perk; maybe Miira had good reasons after all. What’s better than sending a man out to kill his own brother is sending a man full of revenge! “A promising start. Welcome Nathan, it’s time to start your training.”

  My Demonic Ghost: Book three

  Hunters and Creators

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  Reconnect with Rachael and Lock’s story in the third and final instalment to the Demonic Ghost series.

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