The thrill of being able to walk again after so many years, still left Kellan speechless. He was trying to think what had actually happened a minute ago when he stood on his own feet.
He could feel his feet, but right now. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. Both of his feet became numb again. He couldn’t stand and right now he was sitting on the floor, reeling with the excitement of the possibility for him to be able to walk again.
His eyes darted from his legs and then to Decratic, the young man, who looked like Alan when he was on the same age as his.
Decratic approached Kellan and knelt down, so he would be on the same eyes level like him. "Can you see that? Can you feel that? You can walk again. You can do whatever you want without that stupid wheelchair. Don’t you think that wheelchair is a chain that has shackled you for years? Imagine you can go out and run on your own feet... imagine that."
Kellan gulped down nervously.
Decratic was an old soul. He was an ancient creature, he was already here ever since this realm was created. He was already here, even before the light illuminated the whole world. He was the darkness and everything that had been created right now came from nothingness.
He was as old as time itself.
"What do you want from me in return?" Kellan tried to see reason and snap himself out of it, because he knew for sure there was nothing free in this world. Such huge favor wouldn’t be given like a charity.
But then, Kellan couldn’t think of anything, since there was nothing for him to offer to this mysterious man.
What was going on right now? Where did this man come from and why he was in Alan’s bedroom? More so, Dexter looked very respectful toward him.
The answer was very simple. "I want you."
Kellan frowned. "What do you mean you want me?" There were a lot of nasty thoughts that came into his mind, but he dismissed all of those irrelevant possibilities.
There was no way this man was into something like that.
On the other hand, as if he could read his mind, even though Decratic was completely able to do so, he was laughing at him. "I will not ask much. I only want your soul. Give me your soul and I will give your ability to walk again..."
Kellan frowned even harder. He had never heard that kind of term. "What do you mean by giving you my soul?"
Decratic smiled at him harmlessly. He crept closer to him and touch his knees. "I want you to give up your soul, your beast, surrender yourself to me. As long as you obeyed my order, I will give you whatever you want."
Kellan’s eyes flashed with greediness, his heart soared when he could move his legs again. He could feel his legs again and this feeling resolved his decision pretty quickly. There was no way he would give up the opportunity to get rid of that stupid wheelchair.
"I will give you my soul and everything that you want," Kellan said enthusiastically. For the first time in a decade, he felt full of vigor. He could do whatever he wanted. He could walk again! The hell with his beast, soul or anything else! He would give up on those things in a heartbeat if he could walk again.
"Great..." Decratic grinned. He then placed both of his palms on the side of Kellan’s head.
At first, Kellan was confused what he was going to do, but then he felt it! The excruciating pain that made him thinking his head was going to explode.
He screamed on the top of his lungs and his voice echoed throughout the walls, corridors, inside the king palace. It lasted for more than ten second before everything went quiet once again.
Meanwhile, in different part of the palace, inside the Wizard Tower, in a secret chamber, a certain woman with eyes as red as blood stared at the small window from her room.
"Lady Aria," Letto called her carefully. He approached her, squeezing his own hands nervously. "Lady Cyan wanted to see you. She wanted to discuss something with you..."
Aria growled and hurled a cup against the wall, which shattered into hundred pieces and startled Letto. He jumped back, so he wouldn’t hurt himself.
The boy looked very scared at Aria nowadays. She had been in extremely bad mood, especially when master was away.
"What that blind woman wanted to do with me?!" Aria roared. Her anger was hard to be described. She wanted to die! But, she couldn’t even do it when that sick dark sorcerer would bring her back to live again!
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