63 The Ritual Continues

Ugora seeing the ritual had established contact, remained looming above the others who were seated and most of all... She looked down upon this yellow imp-like creature.

Xa'Gun thought about Carcosa and where that might be when a stabbing pain entered his temple. As his eyes winced, he never closed them, as taught by Gorzoc. He saw that his father, Jukzuk, and Gorzoc had done the same, holding one side of their head.

Midka let out a held-back grunt, as the pain to her was much more than the others, she had an idea of what 'Carcosa' was and thus suffered.

Ugora never flinched, relieving the others, and believing that she was immune to this summoned daemon's tricks. True is, she felt the pain more than all of them... But steeled resolve as one of the last Bloodletter Shamans.

"Enough, Esteemed messenger," Ugora spoke harshly.

"Esteemed, my ass." The Yellow creature fell backward into a seated position upon the cold burrow's floor. "You called, I answered, and then you trapped me here so I can't have fun." The imp thing then stuck out its yellow forked tongue as an insult.

"Esteemed messenger, I understand that you are upset, but please honor the pact."

"Aye, aye! I'm here, what's going on already? As if I didn't know, but still I have to keep up appearances, and stuff too. I was wondering several things watching from beyond, because you know I know stuff like that. Seeing as I was going to be called, you wouldn't believe everywhere I went to get information. Lord Pain-Drenched, witness my death many many many times, let me tell you. Never once did he save me! NEVER ONCE! Told me tough breaks for bats in CARCOSA! AND TOUCH GRASS! I know, Lord Pain-Drenched, I know, but can't you cut me some slack! Just this week I was eaten by an amber deathmire squid! You know the ones in the ******* lake outside! ME! I! WAS! EATEN!"

"ENOUGH!" Ugora raised her voice several levels and slammed her rotten staff deep into the earth. The splintering earth ruptured into another pattern of web-like runes that etched into the floor, even under the very bottoms of those sitting.

As the Daemon spoke, long scraping sounds mixed with splitting wood, and sickly sweet sounds of bones breaking... The painful sounds only stopped when the old grandmother added another layer of ward against this foul creature she conjured.

"Fine, fine... What is it that you want to know... Know that I'm going to be as *** as I can be, and fuck you over... That's right, I'm going to fuck the over." The self-called bat creature rose to its spindly legs and jumped up and down several times.

Clearing her throat again, Ugora continued, "Esteemed messenger, as part of the pact of the Bloodletter tribe and the Pain-Drenched Bat, I call upon his minions to aid in these times."

"Yeah, yeah, go on-"

"Esteemed messenger, if you do not co-opperate, then I will show you a technique given freely from your lord... I believe you know it as, FNIYO LOXO CU'CAMONGA!"

"NOT THERE! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!" The tormented lemon-colored imp creature lamented, falling to his tiny knees and then to his miniature hands, in a most dramatic fashion.

Perhaps the creature's performance would have been more humorous, if not for the searing pains that coursed through the minds of those present.

"FINE! I'll do the best I can, **** **** *** *****." The creature then rose, shook his wings off, and then took a power stance.

"Thank you, most esteemed messanger."

"Yeah, yeah, seriously ask what you need to ask, I need to see a play down in Carcosa." Another pain winced the minds of those present, but those that watched found that the pressure had lessened on them greatly since the start of this poorly acted process.

"Then Esteemed messenger, Can you please answer the following three questions, in place of the Pain-Drenched bat?"

The creature remained silent this time, as was the nature of the beast that was summoned when the ritual took final.

Noticing the imps behavior, Ugora continued, "What clan is our Xa'Gun part of, from, or descended, What caused his cultivation to go out of control, and lastly, what is the promise of Calamity?"

"That's a lot to take in, though I'm going, to be honest, that last question throws me off, guard. I thought this was all about porky."

Xa'Gun snorted, at the remark, which solicited a casual glance from the daemon. As the daemon's baleful eye ran over Xa'Gun, Xa'Gun could feel his blood quickening, his heart pounding more madly than before, and his mind buzzing not from pain, but as if something was digging into his soul.

It felt only a few moments, but the experience lasted Xa'Gun what felt like hours.

The daemon removed his lazy eye from Xa'Gun, as a bead of sweat fell from his brow.

"I could tell you his clan, but what would be the fun in that? Seriously though, the hallowed one forbade Lord Pain-Drenched, and thus I can not speak. I apologize." The Creature took a small bow.

Ugora almost toppled over from swear shock! This creature humbled itself! It apologized! These things NEVER apologize! It couldn't answer something was normal, but it-IT APOLOGIZE!

Her breathing took on a labored response, as she tried to remain calm, Gorzoc, her son, noticed something was amiss only because this was his mother who hand-raised him.

"No, that's quite fine." Ugora spoke calmly as if nothing phased her, "Then will there be a refund, or compensation, Esteemed messenger"

"Honestly, I don't get what the point or problem is, but it seems that isn't something that is supposed to be known now. This small one can't even comment on what the Hallowed one means. Still, I will answer your other two questions fully, with some... Special help of my own. Hehe." A terrible giggle released, made all present wonder what... Special meant.

The Shamans present knew anything special from a creature from the beyond was great and terrible.