The Balta's house secrets (Part 2)

The putrid smell of dead bodies and old blood was ingrained in that place. The old man stopped in front of the circle and sang an invocation spell. "I Emanuel Balta, I sacrifice these souls and bodies here in the name of the lord of the flies, Mantael to come to me and provide me with strength for future fights."

The disgusting secret, hidden under lock and key by the upper echelons of the Balta Family, they had rescued ancient rituals and teamed up with demons. Bringing life back to an old class that was hardly found nowadays, witches. They formed lifelong contracts with stronger beings that provided them with powerful magic and allowed them to use strange abilities. Emanuel had hidden this secret from everyone. Especially from his father, Count Balta.

He had passed on this ability to contact the demons only to his arrogant son and grandson, but no one else in the family knew about it. The demon summoned looked like an old man with long white hair, he wore a black overcoat that hid his entire body and walked on a cane. The only thing that set him apart from an ordinary human was his eyes. He had flies' eyes, full of fractals that glowed a reddish color. Around him thousands of flies swarmed as they hummed with an irritating noise.

The old man looked at the bodies on the floor and his team of flies surrounded the corpses, eating their flesh quickly as if by magic. "Tsc, I already told you to improve the quality of your sacrifices." The old man had a voice that vibrated like the wings of an irritating fly, something that was old, deep and dark, he commented and stopped to listen to the proposal to which Emanuel had summoned him.

Emanuel was the kind of sick and petty person who cared only for gains and power, and did not think twice before allying himself with demons, enemies of his country, to conquer more power. All the prejudice he had with the fact that Nicola was a demon was nothing more than a facade, a pretext for persecuting him in public without being judged. He had suffered a major blow to his face and pocket because of him and would not let that go.

Augusto was humiliated by Nicola years ago and to this day he still disliked the demon fox. But Emanuel now had personal reasons and he would not tire until he made Nicola suffer for it. "I want power, enough power to destroy my enemy and regain my family's honor." He asked the demon of the pact.

"For that you will have to sacrifice me more than just vagabonds and orphans." The demon said.

"And what do you want?" Emanuel was blinded by revenge and would do anything to complete the order.

"I want blood, the blood of your blood. Give me twenty heads of your own blood and I will give you the power to complete the task." The lord of the flies gave his price. Beneath the overcoat two mounds moved eagerly in response to the old man's voice, they then tore open the mantle and what appeared were fly wings, disgusting and hairy wings that vibrated quickly in the air raising the old demon from the ground.

A dimensional door opened, a vortex of dark mana formed and pierced the space taking back the demonic lands, the landscape was unhealthy, the black and yellow earth had no vegetation at all, on the contrary it seemed to emit dangerous gases filling the atmosphere with a reddish fog.

A high-pitched humming vibrated through the room before the image of the old man melted into a swarm of flies and joined the others out through the portal, which promptly closed. Leaving Emanuel alone in an empty and bloody room.