Chapter: A long overdue promise

3. A long overdue promise

Concentrated, Loretta floated beam by beam until she was fed up with every little thing and freaked out, a storm raged over the church and only caused more rubble and damage. Desperately she shook her head, which was already so painful, and leaned it on her hands. Her eyes turned bloody red again and shimmered black. Sitting on the floor, she clenched her hands until her pointy black fingernails were dripping blood on her palms. The white engravings on her fingernails began to glow neon colors and shone brighter than the sun, her whole body shrank from this light but she remained rigid. Her narrowed eyes again secreted blackish blood that ran slowly and convertingly down her cheek until she could not stop looking at her blood, which slapped like glass beads on the floor. Shivering, she tried to divert her gaze to her shivering hands, whose fingernails still lit up in pain.Fighting against herself, Loretta stood up and stretched her hands into the sky as if by herself. Her eyes followed her hands reaching up to the sky. Thunderous quickly, she let her hands hit the floor from which a white wave now emanated that the church seemed to be repairing again. Disgusted by the power in spite of everything, Loretta tore her fingernails out, twisting her fingers. One by one they landed on the floor until their fingers were only skin colored and bloody to look at. But shortly afterwards, pitch black, they emerged anew, an unforeseen but also irrevocable healing process. Desolated all over by her own blood, Loretta left the front yard and answered the inside of the church with a satisfied expression on her face. She spotted the five-pointed, blood-splattered star engraving on the floor in front of her that was not there before. Her eyes flickered in the light that emerged from the cracks of the coffin. A loud pounding resounded in the church.Loretta approached the shrine suspiciously. Her bloodstained dress cleaned itself unnoticed in his presence. Her fingertips slid over the silver lid until it suddenly cracked open. The throbbing grew louder and thundered in Loretta's head until she saw the body floating in blood, which was still shaken by a light heartbeat. Loretta moved her lips, but it seemed as if the wind that swept through the church door carried her words away. She quickly put her lips together and looked at the floor. The blood under her flowed straight towards her legs. The star formed a spell and was closed with her in the middle, it was already too late when Loretta realized that it was Ling's remaining request that he did not want to die. Entangled in the red lake, Loretta heard a hum in front of her eyes and transported her thoughts into the past. A little girl with clear blue eyes on the dock in the harbor, her hair black and beautiful but unkempt.The sound of the Centra hummed. “Loren!”, A handsome man burst out from the dock and looked at the girl with a smile: “Come on, swim, it's wonderful!” Loren shook his head and continued humming. A short old man, dressed with a white seal and a hooded face approached the two: “Little one, we'll go.” “Loren?”, The young man swimming in front of her called after her: “Loren!” The girl stood up Dock up and turned to the seal-covered man who looked at her convertingly. She left the dock with him humming and watched as the man in the sea at the dock was pulled into the depths by the waves. A slight smile came over her and whispered: "Enjoy the silent death ..." The man in the seal lifted his long sleeve and covered the girl with it: "Is something holding you here?" "Death" "Fantastic ...", both disappeared in the distance. Loretta tried to look on vaguely when she opened her eyes again and found herself in the real world.She was just too drowned in blood and was entwined with it in a kind of river. Worn down by the pain that raged over her petite body, she could hardly keep herself alive. Heavy as lead, her eyelids detached themselves from any commands from the brain and slowly fell shut. She was dazed again, as if in a trance and the journey and insight into the past did not end: "Little brother, the Shereza monastery only teaches dark arts! Always turn your face away from this place and ignore the figures who are up to mischief there ! ", it was Alton's sermon that always called his brother Ling to his senses. But after his lessons Ling couldn't stop watching the little girl who was pacing up and down the Shereza monastery while playing. He didn't want to believe that something so wonderful and exuberant could be evil. "Sinful!", Alton yelled and pulled Ling by the hem: "Don't look! As soon as father has done his shopping and everything is ready, we will disappear!"But Ling was completely influenced by the beauty of the noble child:" Just look at her nut brown hair ...! "" We will never come back here again! ", Alton grabbed Ling by the collar and pulled him onto the cart." One day I will enter this mysterious wonderful place again! ", Ling said to no one in particular. At some point after years Alton married his wife Serena and Ling's father sent him to look for a monastery in which he should be educated. On the way to becoming a grown man he met Leera, she was a beautiful boy Woman with long brown hair as he remembered her from Shereza Monastery. Unfortunately she was so poor that Ling decided to turn away from her. For him love was unimportant at the time, before he should marry as a monk Spending time in the monastery. Left behind, Leera mourned many tears after him. "If you really love me, she waits. ", but it was clear to him that he actually wanted the seductive little girl from back then.After a long journey to the monastery, he was accepted and taught. His eyes always searched for the little girl, but in vain. At some point Ling looked for the girl in the corridors, but then something like a shock came over her. A black figure with bloody eyes floated ahead, past him. The cold touch terrified him. Who was that person? The nut brown hair was easily forgotten: As soon as it was to be at night, he felt as if he had been forced to see this figure. For him it was like the fulfillment of his life, or the meaning of it. Soon she no longer appeared to him and he could not sleep through the nights. When he was called to the dark arts class, he could hardly concentrate, and soon his eyes turned pale and lost color. He had become a slave to his own achievement. Magic was an easy game for him and the more he learned, the more the dark person who was moved by him seemed to appear.At night he listened obsessively and waited until he fell asleep lost in thought. But it soon happened that he couldn't sleep at all, everything revolved around magic and power and devotion to the black shadow in the night. At some point it was no longer enough to enjoy the sight in silence, soon he ran after and tried to grab it and suddenly it was there, the immortal beautiful face of a young woman, but wrapped in pale skin, her body was perfect, yes as cold as deathly pale. "You have impressed me very much with your ambition", Loretta took the possessed in a firm, air-cutting embrace: "You are worthy to serve as my slave." "Slave?", Ling was disappointed, but seduced at the same time. "Listen to me", her lips filled Ling with a kiss of loyalty: "I want to be yours, only yours. But for that you have to serve me. Forever. I want you to stand by my side and serve me forever" "Forever?"" I swear to you, "Loretta woke up from her memories covered in blood." I swore and I promised you! ", the serious face, covered with sweat, took on its old white again:" This is now my own merit ... "Loretta raised her hand and gave it a brief angle:" Dark shadows, Tefeul's heat, give him back his favor! "The muddy mush, scattered on the floor, melted back into its old red state as blood and formed a new, well-formed body. Loretta gasped for air as if frozen. There was now someone of whom she indirectly represented the property.