Nocturne

The others felt the world crashing on them once I spoke the words.

"To reach balance you must be in perfect harmony with your body and soul. You are struggling tired and exhausted, you will never reach such a state alone… but I can help" I said

These words I said, I knew not why I said them or why I was saying them or what guided me to say them. Yet they were spoken without my will. What followed soon made me tremble.

I raised my right hand, and a burst of black smoke materialized and summoned the black book from thin air. It floated, and the pages turned until an empty page was left.

Two words were written.

"Give blood."

And I did, as I grabbed a sword from the ones within the walls and cut my right wrist, However, unlike the first time, the cut was significant, and a huge amount of blood poured down my wrist.

Though I was disgusted and afraid, I had no will or control over what was happening.

I tried to will my hand to stop but it didn't, and then I heard, a voice speaking into my mind, shaking my very will, and my grasp over reality and sanity.

"Don't struggle master!, don't be afraid, we are one, and I shall be your guide

Once the blood poured down the pages of the book, a new page filled with scribbles appeared.

The cut on my right hand was sealed.

"Blood magic!" cried a maid, and the old man was alerted, he even tried to stop me with force. However out of nowhere

"Don't disturb me!" I spoke with a vicious and ancient voice, a voice that was not mine.

Red thorns of blood, much larger much stronger and much too scary appeared from the ground and sealed the movement of everyone present, the long spiky thorns made sure that no one was going to move.

"Holy shit whoever you are, and whatever you are trying to do, please stop! That guy is the lord of this city, and you are going to get us killed, if he gets pissed he will turn us to ash!"

"He won't dare do such a thing. We have his daughter under our control."

"What the hell are you doing you fiend!" cried the man but he couldn't move.

"I will burn you to ash if you don't stop what you are doing!" The old man threatened again

"You may try, "I said, "It will only lead to the death of many innocent lives, I am trying to help you. Don't do anything you will regret."

"Holy shit! You are threatening the lord! You will get us killed!" I spoke in my mind to whatever that was talking in my stead.

"I fear not death," said the voice.

"But I do!" I interjected. I'm still 14 god damn it! i haven't even touched a girl's hand, and this guy wants me dead! Too soon bro!

"With me, nothing should terrify you, have faith," he said as he dropped to his knees or, our knees.

The girl in question looked terrified, wet and unable to speak or move, she would look at her father with eyes filled with fear, but he couldn't move as the thorns were on his skin, making it bleed a bit.

"Don't touch her!" the old man cried out.

I moved my hand forward and said the word.

"Sleep!"

And she fell unconscious,

My right hand began channeling the energy within her, making it move towards different spots within her body. As I Looked, the fire was gathered within her abdomen. Now with the guidance of my right hand, it moved towards every place within her body; Through her chest, her head her members and everywhere in between. The torrent began to settle down, and her face began to feel at ease. She was recovering

"This should do it… the flame of a dragon needs not to be imprisoned by a weak-willed being else it would devour its wielder" I said as I stood back up. I looked at everyone who was still shocked at what just happened and willed the thrones to disappear, all of this happening without my accord.

"What did you do?" asked the old man who was clearly seething with rage.

Yet before I could answer him, I fell face first….

My mind went into darkness as I was unable to register what happened, the last thing I heard was the sound of the book falling near me as I drifted once again into unconsciousness.

Darkness welcomed me, I felt afraid yet somehow familiar with this darkness, looking around I could only sense that there was something old and terrifying, yet it was not trying to harm me, no it was beckoning me… calling for me… asking me to go forward and reach for it.

So I plunged into darkness, moving forward until the darkness suddenly disappeared by the appearance of a glowing white orb that turned the black domain into a white void.

The glowing orb then became a huge black throne made of bones, and a figure sat on it.

He was huge in size to match the throne he was atop, as I barely made it to his knee.

The man or thing had its whole body covered in a long black cloak with a hood to cover his face. Only two dark red pupils could be seen through the darkness of his face. Behind him and atop the throne lay a giant scythe, its wooden part was made of an old-looking dark wood, while the blade was made from some sort of dark blue metal the bladeless part had spikes growing on it.

It looked like It would cause a lot of pain if one was struck with that thing.

It got its face closer to mine and said

"Greetings Master, you seem to have picked up my Book, or that the Book had picked you. My name is Nocturne. As for what am I, this shall be divulged once you uncover more of the Book's secrets… Kekekeke"

He said as he began to laugh frighteningly chilling manner.

I probably need an exorcist. I think I was possessed by some sort of grim reaper…