3. Become a Sacrifice

Hoxha ordered the two men who had been holding Devon's body to drag him to the corner of the room where the water faucet was.

One of the men filled a wooden bucket with a rusty handle with water to the brim. Meanwhile, another man stripped Devon of his clothes so that the teenager's body was naked.

Hoxha studied the scars and bruises on the teenager's body while shaking his head. He was still not willing if his Young Master made a sacrifice that was not maximal on the night of his initiation.

The splash of a bucket of cold water on his innocent body sent Devon back to reality. The horrific scene of the massacre committed against his entire family flashed through his head again.

Devon screamed and struggled violently when the waves of reality hit him again until the burly man who was bathing him was forced to hold the emaciated teenager's body with his knees to stop Devon from struggling.

"Calm down, Kid. Just surrender and all your suffering will end," said Hoxha in a soft voice as he gently stroked Devon's head.

Either because Devon was tired of struggling or Hoxha's words contained magic, Devon finally stopped struggling and started breathing calmly.

Hoxha then ordered the two men to take Devon to a room behind a large wooden door that arched behind a large pillar in the basement.

After entering the room, the two men immediately dried Devon's hair and body roughly without caring about the scars on his body which made Devon wince in pain every time the men rubbed his injured and bruised body parts.

After drying Devon's entire body, then Hoxha put a white cloth that resembled a robe on Devon's body so that only that piece of cloth covered the young brown-haired boy's innocent body.

Devon was eventually led into another room, where the lighting was much dimmer as it was lit only by the candle chandelier in the center of the room. The candles lit on the chandelier flickered softly as Devon was led into the room.

Moans and gasps filled the air as the human to be sacrificed were brought before the altar.

Devon looked around and saw dozens of people wearing red hooded robes and wearing similar gold masks standing around the altar on a step higher than the floor where Devon was standing.

Across the altar, stood a man wearing a red robe with golden accents on the hem of the robe and an ornate mask that made it seem as if the figure was different from the others.

"Lay him on that altar, Hoxha," the figure ordered.

From his voice, Devon could tell that the figure was Gesta. Because it was his initiation night, so he was dressed more special than the others.

When Devon was laid on the altar, suddenly there was a feeling of anger and disapproval that ran through Devon's heart. How could he possibly surrender himself to be the victim of a satanic cult ritual for the person who had brutally massacred his entire family?

However, when Devon was about to struggle, he couldn't move at all. Turns out, Hoxha had put a spell on him so Devon wouldn't be able to move his body during the procession.

"Let's begin the procession of initiation of our son and brother, Gesta Verheyen, and accept him as a member of the sect of the cult of the seven demons." Hoxha, who was still wearing an all-black robe, started to speak. As the most loyal servant to the Verheyen family, Hoxha was always appointed to open the worship ritual which was held regularly every year.

Each year it would be chosen which children from the Verheyen noble family would be allowed to perform the ritual of summoning the seven demons and become part of their sect.

By sacrificing human sacrifices, the new member would get a certain demon that will become the source of his power. However, usually, only lower-level demons could be summoned in the first initiation ritual.

"O ... Devil Tamer, give me your power, Gesta Verheyen to command a chosen demon who will serve me and fulfill all my wishes. I will give my soul to you and my lifelong devotion to you," said Gesta who was chanting a ritual spell that he had memorized for months. last month.

"O...The Demon Tamer grants the wish of our son and brother, Gesta Verheyen that he may command the chosen demon who will serve him and fulfill all his wishes. We will spare his soul and we guarantee you his lifelong devotion." The muttering sounds of all the sect members wearing red robes sounded like a chorus that reverberated through the room.

From post as Devon laid down, he could see the candles on the chandelier just above his head flickering constantly again.

Then, from the tightly closed dungeon without any windows, they could all feel the wind gusts getting stronger and stronger and gathering in one place, forming a dense, white whirlpool.

The candles on the chandelier suddenly went out because of the gust of wind that had gathered just below the chandelier. The room became pitch black. There was nothing to be seen except for the white vortex up there and the muttering voices of the sect members chanting incantations in Latin that Devon couldn't understand.

Suddenly, from the white wind coil, a purplish-red opening appeared that revealed another dimension. The dimension emitted a dim light that slightly lit up the room.

Devon could see the members who had been standing for a long time quickly kneeling on one leg as the other-dimensional opening appeared.

Devon suddenly panicked. He had never experienced anything like this in his life. As the son of a slave couple who worked in this mansion, Devon had absolutely no education and did not know other worlds other than what he knew so far.

Devon realized how real the threat before his eyes was. He would not only be killed by the Gesta but would become food for creatures he did not know.

Then he tried to run away from there. However, the body-locking spell that Hoxha cast on him was so powerful that Devon couldn't move his body an inch.

In a state of helplessness like that, Devon's anger was mounting. He felt like the saddest creature in the world. He watched his whole family being slaughtered without being able to do anything. That time when he was about to be slaughtered he couldn't even put up a fight. It's unfair.

There were people like Gesta who were born with everything, while he was born only to be snatched by someone like Gesta.

"O...The Demon Lord, give me your power, Devon Arias to command the demons who will help avenge me. I will give my soul and my lifelong devotion to you. Please, set me free," thought Devon who was imitating the devil summoning spell carelessly.

Devon was desperate. He didn't care if God, Devil, or aliens existed, he didn't care which of them would help him out of this situation.

Devon did not want to be a victim of the Young Master who had ruined his life. He was not willing and he would sacrifice whatever was left of him to take his revenge on the person who took everything from him.