Chapter 7 - REWRITING THE CONTRACT
The chapel exploded with blinding white light.
The dark, suffocating red smoke was Instantly vaporized. The golden letters written on the ancient parchment dissolved into bright silver flames, spreading up Evelyn’s arm and enveloping Alaric’s hand where he held her.
"NO!" the demonic voice behind the gate roared in agonizing fury. "THE BLOOD WAS PROMISED TO ME!"
The magic surged through Evelyn, hot and electric, but it didn't burn. It filled her with an immense, terrifying power. She felt the ancient ley lines of Hollowspire Mountain waking up beneath her feet.
She looked at Alaric. The silver magic was flowing into him as well.
The black, corrupted cracks on his neck and face began to recoil. The glowing red veins dimmed, and for the first time in eighteen years, the terrible pain etched into his handsome features softened.
"Together!" Alaric called out, his voice echoing with dual power.
He wrapped his clawed hand over hers on the book, turning to face the gate. Together, they channeled the silver binding magic directly at the iron doors.
Massive, glowing silver chains manifested out of thin air, wrapping themselves around the demonic gate. Link by link, the new magic pulled the iron doors shut, forcing the shadowy beast back into the abyss.
SLAM!
The iron gate slammed shut with a thunderous impact. The broken chains repaired themselves, sealed tight by silver light.
The silence that followed was absolute.
Evelyn collapsed against the altar, gasping for air.
On the floor across the chapel, Clara scrambled to her feet, her face pale with horror. The ritual knife lay shattered into useless pieces near her boots.
"No..." Clara whimpered, looking from the sealed gate to Evelyn, who was now glowing with the ancient authority of the mountain. "No, this wasn't supposed to happen! Father said—"
"Your father lied to you, too, girl," Alaric’s cold voice cut through the air.
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Clara backed away toward the chapel doors, her arrogance completely shattered. "You... you can't touch me! If I don't return, Father will bring the entire village militia! They'll burn this place to the ground!"
"Let them come," Evelyn said, standing up tall beside Alaric, her eyes cold as ice. "It's time my parents finally paid their debt."
