《The Summoned - Complete》Chapter 32.2 - Always read the fine print
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Mors looked at Kara and seeing her pitiful state, something rose deep inside him. He realised that she meant a lot to him. She was, with the loss of Runt, his one and only companion. If he fought like his heritage was demanding she would probably die.
A deafening silence descended upon the room as Mors contemplated his options. -"I doubt my body can last another five minutes let alone a fight to the death. If I were alone, I would try my luck at escaping but with Kara here... Damn do I really have no choice but accept a pact?
Confident she had trapped Mors, Elenor raised her hand, and the mercenaries around the room slowly drew their weapons in a tempt to raise the stakes in her favour. "So? What will it be? After the destruction you have caused, we are quite busy and need to wrap this discussion up quickly."
Mors' purple eyes narrowed as they burned with hatred. "How will you get us out of the city?"
-"And there's the bite... this was almost too easy." Thought Elenor as she clicked her fingers and a large, orange gem, the size of a football appeared in the hands of one of the cloaked figures. "This is a transportation crystal. It will take you to the Antris Plains, north of the great desert... I believe you have some unfinished business in that direction."
"Letting me chase my original quarry to sweeten the deal? Very clever. " The red shadow that represented Mors' mouth once again curved into a smile. -"And the final piece of the puzzle falls into place."
His words cause Elenor to laugh. "More like give you something to think about, other than how you were forced into a pact... A busy demon is a demon that is not looking to tear out my throat. Now, do we have a deal?"
The lightening around Mors completely vanished as the black mist rolled back, seeming to be absorbed by Morrigan.
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Mors stepped forward and held out a hand. "I, Mors Letus pledge on my soul and bloodline, that I agree to the previously mentioned terms and shall abide by them as long as Elenor Greenwoods follows her end of the bargain."
Elenor smiled and walked forward, drawing a small dagger from her belt and slicing her palm. "Not as extravagant as I was expecting for a demonic pact but it will do. Keep things simple. I don't know if you know this, but a pact is finalised with blood, want me to do the honours?"
"No need." Mors' cold voice echoed throughout the hall as the black mist retracted up his arm, revealing a gruesome sight. Mors hand did not have a single inch of skin that was not horribly cracked or oozing blood,
Eleanor's eyes slightly widened, but her smile remained. "Oh, well that makes mine look like nothing more than a pinprick... are you sure you don't want to stay here and recover before you leave?"
Mors reached out and grabbed Elenor's hand in a tight grip, almost causing her to cry out in pain. "A demon never forgives, and they never forget. A pact will be made, but that does not mean I have to like any of it... I have already lost one companion at your hands and do not wish to stay a moment longer than I have to in this cursed city."
A red snake created from mana wrapped around their wrists before the skin on the back of their hands began to burn causing tears to form in Elenor's eyes.
In a matter of seconds, the symbol of a snake biting its tail was seared into their flesh and Mors let go, causing the mist covering his arm to roll back down and cover his hand. "Now release Kara and give me the teleportation stone."
"Good... I can't stand being in your presence any longer demon!" The moment Mors had let go, Elenor instantly wiped her hand on her dress, disgust clear on her face. She held nothing against Demons but the man in front of her terrified and disgusted her in equal measure. Now she had the pact, she didn't bother to continue her friendly persona.
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Kara ran forward but stopped just short of Mors as she used her soul ability to check his condition. "Mors... are you OK?"
Ignoring the Kara, Mors raised his hand and took the stone from the cloaked figure before throwing it on the floor and stamping on it.
Mors stepped back as a large radiant circle appeared on the ground, the image of rolling hills could be seen in its centre, and the room was instantly filled with the sound of crickets. A small bug flew out of the circle and landed on Eleanor's arm, which she quickly brushed off. "What are you waiting for? Leave!"
Mors stepped closer to Kara and abruptly pushed her onto the circle, where she immediately passed through and fell on the ground due to the sudden change in gravity.
Elenor revealed a cold, disgusted smile. "You have done all that to save the demoness, and yet you use her to test the portal... Even for a demon, you are heartless."
Suddenly Mors staggered, only stopping himself from falling by slamming Morrigan's spike into the floor, causing dust to rise up as he coughed up a large amount of bright red blood. Wiping his obscured mouth with his arm, Mors replied in a whisper. "Like I said Elf, A demon never forgives, nor do we forget... A word of advice to those who believe they are smarter than others... watch your step."
Mors then fell sideways onto the portal, dragging Morrigan with him, destroying the outer ring of the circle in the process, causing it to collapse in on itself and flicker out of existence.
Landing on the ground he rolled over staired at the clear blue sky as a brilliant, golden red sun, gradually set in the distance and let out a laugh of pure relief. "Paybacks a bitch."
After letting the moment pass and grabbing Kara's hand, Mors pulled her to his chest and hugged her tightly. He wanted to say something but he struggled to turn his emotions into words.
Kara blushed but instead of pulling away, she wrapped her arms around Mors, ignoring the burning sensation from the black mist seeping from his skin and burst into tears "NEVER LE*SOB* LE*SOB*LEAVE ME AGAIN! I WAS *SOB* SO SCARED*SOB*."
Mors patter the demonesses back, ignoring the pain from his fingers as he hugged her close as determination settled into his glowing, purple eyes.
==== Back in Motn's city fortress ====
Elenor laughed hard enough to double over slightly, resulting in her haveing to wipe the tears away from her eyes. "Watch my step? I gave you too much credit... The terms of the pact on your side were so loose I could practically command you to commit suicide, and you would have to do it. FOOL!"
Regaining her composure she turned around and stepped towards her husband.
*CRUNCH*
Confused, Elenor lifted her foot to see what she had stood on, only for her eyes to go wide as she remembered the demon stumbling, scatting dust around with his weapon and his final words. Sadness and regret flickered across her face. -"It seems the terms on my side were too loose as well..."
A low rumbling emanated far below them as she looked up with pleading eyes at her husband and son. "I...."
==== City of Motn ====
An enormous explosion erupted from the city fortress, obliterating it in a matter of moments before sending huge burning blocks raining down as the terrified screams of soldiers and civilians filled the air as the city burned around them unchecked.
An age old proverb had once again proven itself. 'Never enter a pact with a disgruntled demon, for not even the gods will rule in your favour.'
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