Act 23. Ramona and Demona, Part IV

Ramona immediately looked at Demona with a surprised expression, then said, "Demona! I've never liked Karol, not once, never! You know I'm very strict on the rule that wizards shouldn't like humans, I hope you don't misunderstand me, Demona! The kiss was never my intention!"

However, Demona only looked at Ramona with a look full of hatred and disappointment.

She immediately threw Ramona's hand away roughly, and said, "I'm fine, Ramona. I'm going back to my own house."

Then, Demona opened a portal to the wizard world with her right hand, and entered as soon as the portal appeared, and the portal also disappeared as soon as she entered it. She did not invite Ramona together with her at all, and Ramona could only kneel and stare at the empty stall alone.

When Demona arrived in her own house, she then went into her room, locked the door and immediately sat on the floor, hugging her knees.

She cried loudly, screaming "Ramona! Everything I wanted, Ramona has it! Ramona always has it!!!! Why only Ramona deserves everyone's love while I, only I don't deserve anything, do I?!"

Demona cried very loudly, then stood up, and started throwing all the things in her room, in all directions. Full of sadness, Demona started kicking things that had been scattered on the floor. After being satisfied with venting all her emotions on those things, she then decided to go to the library.

She then raised her right hand, and with her magic power, a magic door appeared in front of her. She then went inside, closed it, and then the door now disappeared.

Now Demona had arrived in the library. She then walked in search of an old librarian, an old wizard with a very ugly face and short posture.

After she found the old librarian, Demona then approached him while whispering very quietly, "I want to take Raven's black book."

The librarian then looked at Demona, and smiled, then replied to Demona in a low whisper as well, "So you've decided to follow in the footsteps of your grandfather, His Highness Raven, to revive his dark magic?"

Demona nodded slowly, then whispered again very quietly, "Yes, I feel sorry for you. Since the leader of white wizards had killed my grandfather that day, all of his followers were also killed for not wanting to follow those damn white wizards, while the others ran away. Only you, Grandpa's loyal follower, has kept his book hidden until this day, and I will promise you, you will soon gain freedom above all else."

The old librarian then smiled broadly, and replied to Demona's whisper, "You are indeed a direct descendant of His Majesty Raven, good spirit, Demona. If only your mother had not obeyed the wishes of the white wizards, she might as well be killed and you will never be born, then no one will be able to pass on His Majesty Raven's dark power. I've been waiting so long for this day, to take my revenge on those damn white wizards who had killed my entire family in the past. Miss Demona, please, here's the key to that room, you can find a bookshelf that has a lot of books with black covers." Then, the old librarian gave Demona a slightly rusty looking key, and she accepted it quickly.

She then walked slowly around the library, looking for the bookshelf meant by the librarian. After she arrived in the corner of the library, she saw a bookshelf that contained many books in black covers.

Demona then looked around, and after she felt safe and no one saw her at all, she then walked quickly towards the bookshelf, then slowly pushed the bookshelf.

The bookshelf began to shift slightly, allowing Demona, who had small posture, to enter it with ease. She entered a dark passageway, so that, with magic power flowing from her palm, an oil lamp appeared, and she used the oil lamp to guide her through that passageway.

Demona continued to walk with the help of the oil lamp that lit her way, and after a long time she walked straight, finally she found a room with a very dusty door. With magic power flowing from the palm of her right hand, she inserted the rusty key into the hole of the door, and the key then twisted itself, then, the door of the room suddenly opened wide.

After the door had opened, she then entered quickly into the room, and the door suddenly closed itself. Inside the room, there was a table with a dusty old black book on it.

With a strong determination, Demona then walked over to the table, and took the old black book with her left hand, then blew the dust on the cover of it. With her magic power, the book suddenly lit up, but the light was black, not a bright light as usual.

It seemed that hatred and evil had made her heart darken even more. The black book also suddenly floated up, so that Demona no longer needed to hold it, then, the black book quickly turned into a small black cup filled with black liquid.

Demona then took the black cup that was floating, with her left hand, then she put the black cup on the table. Demona then bit the tip of the index finger of her right hand, then dripped her own blood into the black liquid that was inside the small black cup.

After three drops of her own blood had dropped into the black liquid, she then lifted the black cup, and drank it quickly, after that she put the empty black cup back on the table.

After a while, that small black cup suddenly disappeared, then turned into dust, and also, Demona started to feel her head hurt so much, until she held her head with both hands, then she fell down on her knees on the floor, and started to scream, "Aaaaahhhh!!"

Demona looked in a lot of pain, and her body started to be surrounded by black mist that transformed herself into a different woman. The shirt she was wearing, changed into a black dress with exposed shoulders and back, and the shoes she was wearing, turned into a pair of black en pointé shoes.

After all these changes had occurred to her body, she began to feel thirsty for dark energy. Demona then got up from the floor, and started to stand up straight.

"I can't be alone," she said, then she raised her hands to the sides, left and right.

Black mist began to appear from her palms, and the black mist, suddenly, slowly, turned into black crows, more and more. After she had finished making a flock of black crows with her dark magic, Demona then walked out of the room, however, the dozens of black crows flew first, ahead of her.

The black crows seemed to be paving the way for Demona. They were also getting crowded, out of nowhere, more and more in number.