Chapter 20 Damian stepped back as an awkward smile lightened his face. “I was about to take my leave, and thought I could bade you a proper goodbye,” he came up with a believable excuse. However, Avon was smart enough to not believe his words. He knew he was eavesdropping, and would rather not push on it. There’s a case more serious he has to deal with. That is, the safety of his little guy, and Death’s abrupt capture of his wife and assistant. “Goodbye!” Avon said to him before he broke back into a run, rushing down the hallway that leads to Atlas’s room. He got there in a matter of seconds as he barged into the room. His sight settled on Atlas cuddled up against the headboard of his bed, shaky and filled with fright. “Mom! Mom!!” He called out repeatedly in whispers, whimpering and riddled with fear. “Hey there little guy.” Avon quickly walked up to him and sat down beside him. “You’re okay, your mom is going to be okay,” he assured him before he drew him close into his arms a

Chapter 22 With Lewis’s guidance, Avon got a hold of Elizabeth’s, his grandmother’s grimoire. Inside were a lot of rituals and spell incantations to study and enact. But none piqued his interest than the spell that has to do with certain severance and marking. When he got to the page dedicated for a ritual as such, he laid it bare in front of Lewis to inspect and enlighten. Avon doesn’t know anything about rituals or incantations, neither was he vast in any magical knowledge. “It says here, the possessed needs to be around, in the center of the runes,” Lewis began to break down what he could understand as his fingers trailed over the page’s surface. “We’ll need salt to carve the runes, natural elements are required. So we need candles to stand in for fire, sand for earth, the wind itself will role as our air, and finally water.” As Lewis clarified. Avon went on to gather the necessary supplies stated in need for the ritual. In no time, he’s found a jar filled with sand in one o

Chapter 24 Finn’s sense of self was in a daze. He looked around in a haze, like the world around him was no longer a space he’s familiar with. “Boss,” he called out after a long while of silence, of soaking in his surroundings. He needed explanations to why he’s currently laid in some circle drawn out of salt, why he feels as though he just woke up from a long sleep. “What’s going on?” His voiced out between heavy breaths, still looking around himself for clues that explains the situation to him. Avon lowered himself near Finn, “How are you feeling?” He sounded genuine, and he was. His eyes drew shades of worries. He could only imagine how it feels to be a prisoner of his own mind and body for the past better part of a decade, hosting a powerful dark entity and slaving around for him. It’s a miracle he returned to himself sane. “Though it feels like I just woke up from a long sleep. But I still think I need some sleep, a little bit of it more,” Finn answered truthfully, wearine