The Demon Tamer
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«Fatheer!» Damian shouted and cried in pain from the ominous event, but then he realized that everything had happened for one reason only. He had not killed his father, he had freed him from the chains of the Devil who had forced him to become a monster to his services.
«I will avenge my father, Demon of the Hell I will defeat you!»
The boy fell to the ground and took his father’s hands and suddenly a powerful white energy enveloped him, he felt a power transfer inside himself. It was a good and pure energy. One last gift from the greatest man on the face of the earth. Damian’s muscles burst with energy, swelled like never before.
«An earthquake! Run away» Gravis said.
He was the last remaining spectators who escaped. That earthquake was also felt by Diosmed and Tanya who barely managed to stand up.
«It’s him, I can feel it. It’s Damian! The victory is ours!» Diosmed said.
The vampire melted and disappeared into the air.
«We must go to the dungeons, Mephistofeles must have gone there for sure. He will be waiting for us hidden in the darkness. But first we must find something to which the Emperor is bound. A strong earthly bond will be able to free Constantine from demonic possession» Tanya said.
Diosmed and Tanya began searching in every corner of the Emperor’s room. Inside there were statues, jewels and wealthy books.
«We have to get to Damian quickly! What can we do?» Diosmed asked.
«I have an idea» Tanya replied.
The girl with her magical powers began to pronounce words:
«Kelh kelessèl zelaàl miphattél, kovùh ha tel sha subjl kipicapùh!»
«Goddess of the seven flames, give me the divine light!»
A small flame was born from his hands, little by little it grew to the size of a bright red fireball. She put his arms out of the window and threw it into the sky. When it reached the height of ten meters it exploded and released a powerful light, so strong that it was visible even at miles and miles away.
06
The Colosseum - The Black Grimoire
DAmian, from the arena, saw that explosion and knew that he had to go there for the cause. A moment later, in the sky above him, a blue vortex appeared out of nowhere, which soon took the shape of a door similar in size to the other two that had appeared that day. It was of a blinding blue color and on the sign bearing the following words written in all the languages spoken in the different Worlds:
“The Gate of the Oblivion”
Anyone who would have looked at, he would read those words in their own language. The writing changed color continuously, first it was yellow, then green, then red and so all the colors of the rainbow. The representation on the doors was also changeable. Damian saw a black dragon, then a blonde woman, then the sea and a series of creatures and landscapes change quickly. Suddenly everything came back blue and the doors opened. Hercules was recalled from the portal and, this time, body and soul were sucked.
«Who are you?» Damian asked, puzzled.
He rubbed his eyes, for the bright light he could not see clearly. But he saw the silhouettes of a woman and a dragon waiting on the door for the great hero. The door closed and also the last portal disappeared.
«How strange... another mysterious door. It doesn’t matter, now I have to go in the direction of that red light. Who knows what Diosmed is up to».
He used the breach in the Colosseum to escape and started running towards the light.
Meanwhile Diosmed, rummaging in the room, found something special.
«What’s this? A crown?» he said, opening his eyes wide.
«Give me that! We found it, the diadem of the Emperor’s mother. An object dear to the possessed can free him from his captivity!» Tanya exulted.
«I found, you mean...» Diosmed pointed.
As they left the room, Tanya was throwing more light for Damian, who had almost reached the road that would lead him to the imperial palace.
They went down the stairs and noticed, that once again, there was no one to hinder them. They went down a long staircase when they saw some strange spots on the floor.
«It’s Blood!» Diosmed exclaimed.
«Aaah!» A woman screamed in the air.
The noise came from a not very visible place. Diosmed tried to figure out where it came from while they came to the ground floor, near the entrance to the dungeons.
«The scream came from the floor, right here where the traces end».
The boy leaned his ear against the ground and heard vibrations.
«All clear, it’s a trick. There’s a secret passage below!» Tanya understood.
She took a charcoal from her small white bag, which she kept in the folds of her white dress. With charcoal she drew five stars with five points, arranged in such a way as to create a pentagon, on the surface of the marble floor and began to recite a new spell:
«Kelp kelessèl jipuxuùbel zàlssel, ypìcelshal has tél pis tipezalyòv »
«Gods of the Five Stars, reveal the mystery to me!»
Diosmed was amazed by those particular words.
«What language is that? Did you not speak in Latin?» Diosmed asked.
«It’s the language of my island. I know many languages, my teacher taught me» the girl replied.
The ground shook and a square trapdoor opened towards the top, right where the star pentagon was.
«Stop!» A voice behind them frightened them.
Two hands rested on the shoulders of Diosmed and Tanya, the two turned very fearfully.
«Mad! It’s you, Damian! What are these jokes?» Diosmed said.
He had finally come to help his friends. His clothes were almost destroyed, his blue tunic had gashes on his chest, his shoes were even more worn. Of the three only Tanya wore her white, harmless dress.
«Let’s get down!» Damian said.
They went down into the trapdoor, using a spiral staircase at least ten meters high. They arrived at the dungeons, where a gate barred their way. Diosmed, with the sword, destroyed that old scrap metal and they entered in a narrow place, full of mold and cobwebs. Lying on the ground, they found a bleeding woman in the middle of four skeletons that formed the sides of a rhombus.
«It’s a spell, she is locked in the flow of the demonic energy. Give me a hand, Diosmed, put this Papar ointment on the skeletons» Tanya said.
Diosmed smeared the ointment, while Damian turned his eyes around and realized he was in a sort of round arena, surrounded by cells with men and women inside.
«Help us! Please!» they shouted.
They were men and women locked up in cages like beasts.
«Stop! Don’t touch the skeletons!» a boy in Latin shouted.
Diosmed stopped abruptly.
«Who are you?» Diosmed asked.
«I am a prisoner like everyone else. We have been locked up here to become sacrificial victims. That girl was already offered in sacrifice to Satan. You can no longer save her,but save us Christians! Please!» he answered from his cell.
He was a fifteen-year-old boy of short stature and very short brown hair. He dressed with a brown rag like a tunic that resembled a sack of potatoes. He had green eyes and a sincere expression on his face, a small nose and not even a wisp of beard. His skin was slightly dark and he wore sandals on his feet. From his appearance we could tell he was telling the truth.
The other prisoners, inside of six other cells, were crying and moaning in fear.
«Let’s get rid of them all and find a way out soon» Damian said.
The two thus began to hit the locks and bars of the cells with all the strength they had.
«Help! Help!» Tanya screamed, when the woman lying on the ground suddenly squeezed her arm tightly. She changed her appearance, became thin and stripped, with gray skin. The dress she was wearing ripped apart during the transformation. Her nudity was shriveled, amorphous and unrecognizable. She had five centimeters long nails, long teeth that cam
e out of her mouth, two pointed ears, an elongated nose and all black eyes. Her hair became long, wavy and silver. It was no longer human, the demonic metamorphosis had taken place. Her face was terrifying.
«Stop!» Diosmed shouted, rushing at the creature. He cut off her arm and Tanya was free. The hand released its hold and became lifeless.
Meanwhile, Damian had opened the boy’s cell, which along with four people was released. The abominable creature rose to her feet and her arm regrew, stretching out from the slanted side.
«The Nimue!» the little boy said.
«Damian, on guard!» Diosmed shouted.
There was a mocking laugh. It was the voice of Mephistofeles that appeared levitating in the air, beating its bat wings. He was holding a big black book. On the black cover it was written in red:
«Or Mixosuxoù Tekxu jo Yagazagatàg»
«The Black Grimoire of Satan»
He opened a page, placed almost in the center of the tome, the book began to float before him. On it were written dark red demonic characters. It was human blood, spilled on pages made of human skin too. A thousand and more victims were needed to make that book.
«Oh, I almost forgot about you. The beauty of my lord’s book had hypnotized me. As always, I love its perfection. Now Nimue, attack these filthy slaves!» Mephistofeles shouted.
The beast obeyed, opened its mouth and from it came long black tentacles that wounded the Christians.
«Damian defend them!» Diosmed ordered.
With great speed the tentacles seized four prisoners, a fifth tentacle attacked the little boy.
«To the attack!» the two young heroes shouted.
Damian quickly cut the fifth tentacle with the Dragon’s Claw. The Nimue groaned in pain. Black blood came out of the wound and immediately withdrew all the tentacles inside, bringing the four Christians near his mouth. The fifth tentacle was bleeding and the bleeding did not stop.
«Poor fool, we’ll see what you do now!» Mephistofeles said with his forked tongue.
His arms expanded, the vermilion red of his body burned. He begin to decant words in the Demonic Language, which only Damian understood.
«Vagejaxèk, ulloxu ga zèk wakyzèk bozzosìk vekex xoikibekexek ràg luxofag yavuxekasag!»
«Father, I offer you these victims for the supreme strength!»
The Nimue killed the four people with its claws, the book lit up with a black glow. A dark energy pervaded Mephistofeles. He became muscular, with pulsating vessels all over his body, wings and claws became larger. The diabolical goatee became darker and his yellow eyes were focused on the Son of the Dragon.
«Are you okay?» Damian asked.
«Yes» the boy replied, his face was full of sadness.
The book closed again, floated in the air and then disappeared into nothingness, leaving behind a black smoke. Mephistofeles descended to the ground, stretched his arms toward Damian with threatening eyes.
«Nimue kills these beggars, the Son of the Dragon is mine! You were a good boy, you passed the tests. The King of Darkness expects great things from you. Don’t believe that defeating some simple Demons is enough to bring you closer to my power. The Leviathan groans wounded in the Hell, but he is still alive!» Mephistofeles threatened him in the Language of the Demons.
«Who are you? You and this Demon Lord, what do you want from me? I don’t deserve this! Why have you chained my father in darkness?» Damian said in the same language.
«Your father helped us get to you! The blood of the Dark Lord flows within you, you will not be able to escape! You belong to him, like me and all the Demons!» he laughed devilishly at him.
The Nimue began to launch the tentacles against Tanya and Diosmed.
«Look out!» Diosmed shouted and Tanya dodged the blow.
«You were lucky, it was the fifth tentacle. It remained incomplete thanks to Damian’s weapon. We have to take care of this beast, but the real fight is against that Red Demon» Diosmed said.
«He is not a simple demon, he is the adviser of the Demon King. If it’s here, then it’s all true. The Son of the Dragon really exists» Tanya said in a low voice in amazement.
The Nimue attacked with the tentacles that came out of its mouth in all directions as it gradually approached them. She destroyed everything that came within reach, the walls succumbed to his touch. Stone blocks fell, Diosmed and Tanya avoided them for a while, one of the boulders hit the bars of a cell and cracked the scrap metal.
«We must use her to free the prisoners. Tinder and lure she to you, I’ll take care of the rest» Tanya said.
«Why I always have to do the bait...» Diosmed complained.
He drew his sword and threw himself toward the monster. Tanya meanwhile started to summon that red fire from his hands again. She evoked three small flames of the same size as the one mentioned above. They floated and rotated around her. The Nimue continued to attack Diosmed and smeared him on the forehead, injuring him slightly. The boy dodged a tentacle, then ignited his blade of the green energy. With the Dragalòs he jumped against the foul creature and cut off one of his tentacles.
«Grawuhwhaaa!» the Nimue shouted in pain.
The black blood flowed and another tentacle remained incomplete. The creature angrily shouted threateningly and hurled itself against Diosmed.
«How do you get this power to stop the Nimue? A demon of superior rank, with black eyes! Does that sword have the same power as a dagger? It will be mine!» Mephistofeles boomed.
The christian boy was trembling, the prisoners in the cells were crying.
«Keep calm. Fear is just what he wants, you have to be strong. We must defeat him to save everyone else!» Damian comforted him and the boy quieted for a moment.
Mephistofeles, furious, hit the ground with his right foot, having five claws, and caused a crack in the floor, a few centimeters deep. The shock wave spread in their direction. «Jump!» Damian said to the boy, as the Red Demon’s foot sank deeper and deeper. The two avoid the wave, but they didn’t realize the big mistake. Mephistofeles found himself, in an instant, near a cell. He destroyed the gate, took one of the prisoners and bit a woman’s neck, tore off the meat and fed on it. The yellow eyes became brighter and the red pupil, previously hidden, now became visible. Like a meal that gives energy, so that the human essence had reinforced it. The woman fell dead on the ground, while the other prisoners tried to escape.
«Nimue!» he said only the name to call the beast to him. He realized that the demon was not responding. In fact, the clash with Diosmed had damaged the Nimue. The Demon Slayer knocked out his tentacles. Tanya’s plan had been successful. While Diosmed caught his eye, Tanya threw a glowing ball of fire at the Nimue’s abdomen. The creature suffered bitterly and so that demon could no longer be of help to the Red Demon.
«You foolish humans, I will remember you after this affront!» Mephistofeles said.
He was ready to hurl himself at the two with all his anger, when he was stopped by Damian who with all his strength grabbed his tail and slammed him against the wall.
«Diosmed take care of everyone, I’ll take care of him!» Damian said angrily.
A blue light began to emanate, the Dragon Power woke up even stronger.
«Dragon’s Claw shows your power!»
The blue power covered his dagger, which he held with his right hand, the energy poured into it.
«It’s your power. The darkness desires it, the Power of the Dragon. Why is such a powerful thing in your poor hands? You will have what you deserve, I will lead you to the King of Darkness, alive or dead no matter, and this power will be his!» Mephistofeles threatened.
Diosmed gathered his strength and deftly cut off the Nimue’s head. The black-eyed demon disappeared into thin air in the form of black smoke.
«We must save others while Mephistofeles is busy» Diosmed suggested.
«I know how. The cell keys are in a room beyond the first arch» the boy explained.
«Atu ke vekèx yekesvexèk, zazzò vekèx kezekoxtù!»
«One is forever, all for the eternal!»
Five demons like him appeared from the book. There were six of them in total, all red with large wings, a long tail and yellow eyes. Damian had to face six enemies alone in that little arena. They were equal in appearance and strength, nothing differentiated them from the original. They flung themselves upon him, they were ready to attack with all their anger. Damian was filled with fear and despair. The demons watched him from the high with those yellow hateful eyes.
«I don’t understand why there’s so much interest in you» the six in chorus said.
Four of them rushed toward him, ready to strike. Damian tried in vain to avoid them, but two of them blocked him by the arms, while the other two began to wound him. Who hit him with claws and those with fists. The young man suffered from the pain and the blood began to come out of his wounds. The last two remaining demons were confabulating with that strange book and, once again, they said strange words:
«Yekezzèk Vixotiovò Otlekaxitgro, ju toga zek ga sèk rag luxofàg ossùtjg!»
«Seven Infernal Principles, give me the unclean strength!»
They were one in front of the other, with the Black Grimoire at the center. A purple light appeared from the book, it began to condense more and more like a luminous sphere, with a strong and blinding color. The two demons put their hands to the sky and began to control that sphere of negative energy, ready to be used.