6kv Chapter 102 : Soul contract
Chapter 102 : Soul contract
The ground beneath the girl turned into a sea of blood, a large puddle formed quickly, splattered with torn flesh. Agonizing minutes passed before she finally managed to calm down. Her left arm was a total mess; torn flesh exposed bone, and blood continued to gush from the wound.
When she lifted her head, her youthful face was fully revealed. She possessed striking beauty: red lips and delicate nose, with hair shifting to a light violet hue. However, her eyes remained as dark as night. Despite her apparent grace, a look into her eyes revealed a depth of darkness and hatred that chilled the blood in the veins.
It was a shocking and disturbing scene, the image of the girl completely transformed contrasting with the brutality of her actions and the darkness emanating from her. We were facing a being of great power, but also of a deeply twisted and dangerous nature.
"What I want is very simple: my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!, my necklace!" Her voice grew even lower and more ominous, almost a sinister whisper. The girl clutched her head with both hands, fists clenched tightly as she obsessively repeated her demand.
Meanwhile, before our incredulous eyes, her arm wound healed at an alarming rate, until it was completely regenerated.
Her words about the necklace intrigued and bewildered in equal parts. I had no idea what necklace she was talking about, and my mind struggled between confusion and concern. I had an idea that all the family treasures were kept in a place that I completely unaware of, all I knew was that the only one who had access to the room was the head of the household.
"Your father snatched it from me, oh my necklace! It was mine and mine alone," the girl continued, deep hatred and resentment reflected in her gaze. "I told him that he couldn't control me without it, but he still took it from me."
The words resonated in the room with a tone of bitterness and despair. The revelation about the necklace seemed to unearth a dark and conflicted past, a conflict in which my father, Noah, had played a central role. However, I was completely in the dark about the events she was referring to.
The girl, with her eyes full of hatred, continued to stare at me intensely as I faced her demand. "If you give me my necklace, I will give you the fairy," she finally declared, laying her cards on the table clearly and directly.
The situation had become even more complicated and urgent. I had no idea where that necklace might be or how to obtain it, but the promise of getting the fairy was tempting. However, I also understood that giving in to her demands might have some hidden secret, but I had no idea.
Her accusation hung in the air, filled with bitterness and resentment. In a quick and fluid movement, the girl's hands moved and a white blade appeared out of nowhere, radiating an ethereal glow. Without hesitation, the girl cut her finger, allowing blood to drip onto the contract, which now glowed brightly.
Opening her small mouth, she recited solemnly: "I, Faeriluna, promise to deliver the fairy to Anthony Von Valeriano, but he must give me my necklace."
The scene was surreal, and my heart pounded as I watched the contract being sealed with the girl's blood. It was a soul contract, an ancient and powerful magic that bound our souls in an irrevocable way. The girl solemnly explained to me: "Once your blood joins with the blade, your soul will be bound to mine. By making an oath on this contract, you must say you promise.
But keep in mind that if you ever betray me, your soul will shatter, creating cracks in every corner of your being."
The weight of her words settled on me like a stone, if your soul breaks, you are completely crippled forever, there is no cure to heal your soul, it is the worst thing that can happen to you, you will lose all the effort of all the years and you will also be in a vegetative state forever.
Taking the blank blade between my fingers, I prepared to seal the agreement with my own blood. Without hesitation, I cut my ring finger, letting the dark blood flow from the wound. A shiver ran down my spine as the blood spilled onto the paper, irrevocably binding me to the soul contract we had just forged.
"I, Anthony Von Valeriano, promise to return the necklace to Faeriluna as soon as it is in my hands," I declared solemnly, feeling the weight of my words resonate in the air.
As I pronounced my oath, the blade began to disintegrate rapidly, as if it had fulfilled its purpose.
"Good!" Faeriluna nodded before disappearing completely. "I'll be watching you," her words echoed in the air as her figure faded completely.
My eyes landed on the glass jar where the fairy stared back at me.