Olivia made her way to her grandmother's old home, the one place that still held some comfort for her. As she entered, she was overwhelmed by the memories that flooded back to her. She walked through the empty halls, her footsteps echoing throughout the house.
However, as Olivia walked through her grandmother's home, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The house was usually filled with her grandmother's presence, but now it felt empty and still.
As she reached the attic, Olivia noticed a small, dusty book on the shelf. It looked like it had been untouched for years. Curious, she picked it up and blew off the dust. As she opened it, she realized that it was an ancient incantation. Her grandmother had always been interested in the supernatural, and Olivia knew that this book must have belonged to her.
After she took the book with her, she went down from the attic and went to her grandmother’s old study room. Olivia then sat down at her grandmother's old desk, running her fingers over the cover of the book. It was ancient, the leather cover worn and frayed with age. She wondered how many people before her had touched this book, how many secrets it held.
As she flipped through the pages, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The symbols on the pages were intricate and unfamiliar, the drawings of the demons menacing and unsettling. But Olivia couldn't tear her eyes away from the pages, drawn in by the mysterious text.
But all of a sudden, she stopped. She started to feel bothered by what she was doing. She did not think it was wrong, but she thought that it felt too weird and eerie.
“But this is just a book…” Olivia then whispered to herself.
Olivia tried to push those eerie thoughts aside, but they kept nagging at her. She found herself returning to the book, reading the incantation over and over again. She didn't know why, but she couldn't resist the pull of the mysterious text.
Olivia couldn't resist the temptation to read through the incantation. As she began to read the Latin poem, she could feel the words vibrating through her bones. The poem spoke of anger and vengeance, and how what goes around comes back around. It was as if the words were coming alive on the page, and Olivia could feel a strange energy emanating from the book.
When she felt a sudden jolt of energy and heat in her body and from the book, she stopped again, and let go of the book. But for some reason, a voice deep inside her mind kept saying that she has to continue. It coaxed her to keep going.
She wanted to stop. Olivia wanted to just leave, but it was too difficult to resist the temptation of doing it. Something inside her is making her want to do it.
And with shaking hands, Olivia opened the book once more and read the incantation aloud. The words echoed throughout the empty house, and Olivia felt a sudden surge of power coursing through her veins.
As she continued to read, Olivia started to feel uneasy. She began to wonder if the book was cursed or if there was something sinister hidden within its pages. Despite her growing fear, she couldn't bring herself to put the book down. It was as if something was drawing her deeper and deeper into its spell.
"Vindicta est mea, ira est mea, actio est mea,
Quod redit ad me, repeto in illos qui mihi nocuerunt.Tu, Fortuna, arma mihi da,ut inimicos meos vincerem et malos ad malum traherem…”Suddenly, Olivia heard a creaking sound from behind her. She turned around, but there was no one there. She brushed it off as her imagination and continued reading.
“Sicut seminis malus spargitur,
itaque mala in eos qui mihi nocuerunt descendat,donec mea vindicta et ira satis sit."Olivia's heart began to race as she finished reading the incantation. Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind sweep through the attic and she stumbled backwards, dropping the book onto the dusty floorboards. As she looked up, she saw a figure emerging from the shadows.
At first, Olivia couldn't make out what or who it was, but as the figure got closer, she realized that it was a man - a very handsome man. He had long, flowing hair that cascaded down his back in silky waves and piercing, almost red eyes that seemed to look right through her. She was immediately struck by his beauty and charm.
But as he got closer, Olivia began to sense something ominous about him. There was a darkness that seemed to emanate from him, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She tried to shake off the feeling, but it only grew stronger as he came closer.
The man looked at her with a sly smile, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. Olivia couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear in the pit of her stomach, even as she was drawn to him. She knew that she should be afraid of him, but at the same time, she couldn't resist his magnetism.
He extended his hand towards her, and as she reached out to take it, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. The man's touch was cold and calculating, and she could feel his power coursing through her veins. She knew that she had summoned something far beyond her control, and she was both terrified and exhilarated by it.
As the man leaned in closer to her, Olivia could feel his breath on her neck, his lips almost brushing against her skin. She knew that she should pull away, but she couldn't. His aura was too strong, too intoxicating. She was completely under his spell.
With a devilish grin, the man whispered in her ear, "You called, and I have come. What is it that you desire?"
Olivia's heart was racing as she stood frozen in place, unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes. The man that stood in front of her was unlike anything she had ever seen. He had an otherworldly aura that commanded attention, and his presence seemed to fill the entire room.Despite her initial shock, Olivia couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm wash over her. It was as if the man's very presence had the power to ease her anxieties and quiet her mind. Slowly, he began to move towards her, his eyes fixed on hers with an intensity that made her knees weak.As he drew closer, Olivia could feel his power radiating off of him, surrounding her in a cocoon of warmth and safety. It was a sensation that she had never experienced before, and it left her feeling both awed and terrified all at once.The man's hand reached out to hers, and Olivia hesitated for just a moment before allowing him to take it. The touch of his skin against hers sent shivers down her spine, but sh
Olivia was taken aback by what Azazel had just revealed to her. The shock and horror on her face were evident as she stuttered, "What? No, that's... that's not what I want," and took a step back from him. Azazel, however, chuckled softly, noting that it was always the same with mortals. They wanted something, but were never willing to give anything in return. He then assured Olivia that he was not like other demons, as he did not ask for much, just one little thing.But Olivia was in disbelief. "I can't do that. I can't give you a child. That's... that's crazy!" she exclaimed.Azazel's gaze bore into Olivia's as she tried to come up with a way out of the situation. She couldn't believe that she had been so naive as to think that summoning a demon could be a means to an end. She had been so focused on the outcome that she hadn't stopped to consider what would happen next.Azazel could sense Olivia's unease, and a wicked smile crept across his face. "You should have thought this through
Olivia lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She replayed the events of the evening in her mind, trying to piece together what had happened. She remembered the fear and confusion she had felt when the demon appeared, the way it had seemed to materialize out of thin air, its eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. As she lay there, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She sat up, her heart racing, and looked around the room. There was no one there, but the air felt heavy, as if someone was standing right beside her. Olivia shuddered and lay back down, pulling the covers up to her chin. She knew she needed to do something about what happened. Olivia knows that that is not the last time she is going to see him. She really wanted to do something, but she didn't know where to begin. As Olivia lay on her bed, her mind drifted to memories of her grandmother. She remembered the way her grandmother's eyes would light up when she talked about her
Olivia's heart was racing as she sat on her bed, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She couldn't believe that Azazel, one of the most powerful demon princes, had just materialized in her room. She felt small and vulnerable in his presence, knowing that he could easily overpower her if he wanted to. But at the same time, she knew that she had brought this on herself. She couldn't believe that she had summoned a demon prince and was now bound to him, but she knew she had to face this head-on. She tried to calm herself and composed her thoughts. She knew that she had to ask him about the mark, which was a symbol of her binding to him. She needed to know how to get rid of it. Azazel smirked as he noticed the nervousness on Olivia's face. He knew that he had power over her. His dark eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, and his presence filled the room with an almost palpable aura of danger. "What... what is that mark?" Olivia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Azaz
Olivia woke up late at night, feeling restless and anxious. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she had made a terrible mistake by summoning Azazel, and now she was stuck in a deal with a demon prince. She sat up in bed, trying to calm her racing thoughts, but it was no use. She needed to do something, anything, to find a way out of this. She quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to the living room, where Grace was sleeping soundly on the sofa. Olivia didn't want to wake her friend, so she sat down at the kitchen table and started searching for information about Azazel on her laptop. She found a wealth of information about the demon prince, his powers, and the deals he had made with humans throughout history. As Olivia scrolled through the articles, she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She realized that breaking the deal with Azazel would be nearly impossible, and that she was stuck with him until he fulfilled her desires and claimed her as the mother of his child. S
As Olivia slowly dragged herself out of bed, she felt an overwhelming sense of dread and despair. The weight of the world seemed to be crushing her shoulders, making it almost impossible to move. She knew that the decision she would make in the next few days would determine the course of her life forever. Either she accepted Azazel's offer and submitted to a life of servitude, or she found a way to break the contract and set herself free. As she walked towards the kitchen, Olivia's mind was racing, trying to come up with a solution to her problem. She knew that she had to be strategic and cunning, and that every move she made could make or break her chances of survival. She couldn't help but feel like she was in a game of chess, where one wrong move could mean the end of the game. As she waited for the coffee to brew, Olivia paced back and forth, her mind filled with thoughts of Azazel and his demonic ways. She couldn't bear the thought of being forced to bear his child and live a l
After she agreed to the deal, Azazel suddenly vanished. Olivia felt the warmth of his body go cold against her back and pulled her knees up tight to her chest. She tried to remember when she had last eaten, but instead she recalled the sensation of nausea that washed over her as she took a breath in. The walls around her shimmered and disappeared. Her eyes closed for a moment, then popped open as she felt an ever more strange sensation in her body. When she awoke, she noticed a marked change in her surroundings. It was as if time had shifted, and some kind of energy was surging around her. She could feel the power that she had acquired from Azazel coursing through her body and emanating from her fingertips. Olivia stared in shock at her surroundings. The once familiar house had been completely transformed into a grand castl
Azazel kissed her back passionately, deepening the kiss further until their tongues were entwined in an intimate embrace. The feeling was intense yet strangely comforting; they were both lost in the moment, completely forgetting their situation or what lay ahead of them. Eventually they pulled apart reluctantly, each breathless from the intensity of their exchange. Azazel smiled softly at Olivia before stepping away and turning towards another part of this strange dome they were in. "Come," he said quietly but firmly, gesturing for Olivia to follow him as he walked through a large archway in the wall. Olivia nodded silently in agreement before stepping forward obediently yet apprehensively behind Azazel as he continued onwards into what appeared to be an ancient ritual room filled with artifacts long forgotten by modern man. Azazel slowly moved around this space gathering items from various shelves before coming back towards Olivia with a small silver box in hand. Azazel opened