Aladar Read Count : 115

Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Horror
There I was, a proud soldier in the rebel army, basking in glory in the depths of hell. Our army was a group of Nephilim, half-angel, and half-demons. We were fighting to become full-fledged demons. All of them made it. They took down the angel army, but Lucifer had different plans for me. He stripped me of my angel half but left my demon half. Which left, dear I say it, half-human and half-demon. 

Lucifer told me I would be rewarded with not only my demon hood but become Prince Of Hell and rule as his son by his side. All too excited, I took his offer, before even finding out what it was he wanted me to do, I agreed to.
The ultimate fallen angel himself sent me to Earth on a very important mission. He linked my soul to this tarot deck. This deck hypnotized young tarot readers, above all others. The deck was purchased online directly from Lucifer. When the unsuspected tarot reader made a wish on the tarot and conduct a reading, I would appear to grant their wish. Only they won’t live long enough to enjoy that gift.
Lucifer counteracted their wish by giving me an order of how he wants them to die based on their request. These humans were so fragile. The easiest kills he ever had the pleasure of doing. Decades of fighting angels have made me strong. Humans were like fighting with sticks to a pillow.
The deck was tied to me, which meant I was the Keeper of this Blood Tarot. I don’t know how many souls Lucifer wishes to possess, but I know my reward is well worth it. I would destroy the whole world for my master.
This is a warning to all new tarot readers everywhere. Better watch what you wish for. The results could be fatal to your well being. I do not know what your fate is when I hear the blood call. To my knowledge, I feel a painful sensation within my horns and the way to relieve it is for you to die.
I do not remember anything beyond fighting in the Great War right before I gained favor in my master’s eyes. Nobody really does. Maybe it is for the better. There was a rumor we were all human at one time who got caught in between heaven and hell and became Nephilim. This could be true. If it was true, I am not interested in what my human life was like. All I cared about was becoming the prince of hell and making my master proud.
I feel that all too familiar pain in my horns again. Somebody has made a wish upon the tarot. They are really going to regret that. I wonder how my master is going to make this one die.
I go through the usual portal that appears out of nowhere within the flames of hell. I pass through the portal. Something is strange. Something feels different. This has never happened before. Why do my surroundings feel so familiar?
I looked around to find pictures of me all over the walls. I had no horns or wings attached to me. I looked rather human. Where was I?
I walked further into the all too familiar with what looked like a house. I walked into the living room to find three women, all of different generations. They were all gathered around an alter. In the middle on the alter my tarot laid out in an introverted pentagram layout. My picture was in the middle of the layout.
The eldest of the three women turned around and saw me.
“Aladar, is that really you?”
“Who are you and how do you know my name?”
“Don't you recognize me, honey. It’s Madeline, your wife. This is your daughter Calamay and her daughter Trisha.”

“What do you want?” He didn’t want anything to do with them.
“We are a family coven, you were our leader. We summoned you here to free your soul.”  

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