Chapter 4 Ritual

An incredibly beautiful sky could be seen. the traces of the milky way light up the night with infinite stars easily visible in the sky, a scene that would be difficult to see in a modern society that bathes in the light of false stars without grandeur, that shine low tied to poles.

The tenants of this large home did not seem interested in such a view, as they were either too wrapped up in their problems, challenges, or simply too tired for such a waste of time.

The smaller ones were already sleeping, the older ones were also in their last minutes before the grateful sleep, except for some desperate people who ran out of time to do their school work, which they would turn in tomorrow in the first class.

Rose and the other ladies who took care of the nursery today were giving the last bottle to the little gluttons, her attention couldn't stop going to Vicente, the baby she welcomes, he was unlike anything she had ever seen, at the starting with his appearance, an albino, a rare condition that in exchange for a sublime beauty, almost angelic, has the price of fragile health.

But what most attracted to the child was not his beauty, it was his different way, he looked lazily at the world as if he was judging it, his gestures were coordinated and meaningful, they are not random like other babies, sometimes I swear he understands and speaks to me somehow, even though I know it should be impossible.

Rose " you see that star, it is the first to enter the night and also the last to leave, d'alva stella, it is also called the morning star, many artists call it the star of beauty, the ancient navigators used her as a guide to get back to their families..." Rose tells the story of her favorite star in a soft, sweet tone, as she swings by the window with Vincent in her arms feeding him a bottle.

Some might say that she was strange, for talking in such a way with a baby that won't even understand, but she believes that such a baby understands her perfectly.

Vincent "neh, Heh hup, wuh nah" faithfully answered the conversation between bottle breaks.

A baby doesn't have a developed vocal system so talking is impossible, even if it were possible he wouldn't be a fool to talk when it shouldn't be possible,

The "conversations" with the nerdy Rose were even more fun and helped a lot to understand my situation.

She was his biggest source of information, he is currently in a place known as Yorkshire England 1978, that and 2 years before the birth of Harry Potter.

This leads to many implications, first the magic war must be at its peak,

I don't know how they hide a war that should bring the death of so many non-magical people, it seems to me that they did a good job, at least here everyone innocently lives their lives without news of the war, and as they say ignorance is bliss.

And luckily for me, I have nothing to do with the war, I'm going to stay quiet in my "farm", and I'll leave it to calmly explore the possibilities of the magical world later, and get into Hogwarts by some means.

All the lights were turned off, leaving only a slight illumination coming from the sky, everyone was already in the Oneiric realms, making the best possible use of the sacred gift that is the night, only one was not, he still had his purple eyes wide open, desecrating the night.

In the nursery everything seemed normal, but for attentive eyes, they would see a disturbance, reddish colored lights were illuminated under cover.

' I'm investigating the practical uses of essences, the results were unpleasant when sacrificing 5 essence I managed to change a button on my outfit, turning it into a bright red flashlight, and the use is incredibly simple, just wish for the change, and the Essence obediently changing slowly to get as a result, the light was added permanently making me spend another 5 Essences to go back to a simple button.

The possibilities for this are incredible, but it's a shame that the cost is too high 5 essences to simply make it shine' contemplates Vincent

Using my skills didn't have that problem luckily, I used 2 skills and just stopped out of mental exhaustion, but using them directly to alter the world is too expensive 2 minutes of testing and I only have 13 essence left'.

'please appear' I mentally called for the Grimoire, which didn't take long to take its true form.

[sinner]

I Don't waste time going straight to the point 'I want to know more about demonic evolutions'

[ Evolutions, a natural feature of all demons, there are 2 types of evolution ranks represent your level of authority in the demonic and racial ranks which determines your demonic type, imp, succubus or incubus, ghouls for example, their evolved form is much more loved by humans, vampires, and not, they don't shine in the sun. In addition to Essence, means such as rituals and sacrifices are needed to start the process, on page 3 there is the method for performing the first level ritual]

Going quickly to 3 pages I come across geometric designs organized in an intertwined way, with highlights for triangles, pentagons, around there were designs of symbols that I could not recognize.

In all, 500 essences were needed, and the materials for the ritual were common but strangers, and it had a symbolic purpose, the heart of a brand new one ripped out in a violent manner representing anger, weeds from a unkempt crop for laziness, coins stolen from a miser and for lust is a little disgusting, I prefer not to comment on that…

7 objects in total each representing a sin, the purpose of the ritual is raising the rank, and become a Named demon, also achieve racial evolution, unlikely to do it with this body, I don't know if I'm mentally prepared to go around doing ritual and sacrifices.

I found a brief description of demonic ranks

Lesser demons - the lowest rank of legions are basically cannon fodder, have little power and usually attack in legions.

Named demons - are demons who have been given the right to have a name, have abilities according to their specialties, ex contract demons for crossroads demons, charm for succubus and hellfire skill common among demons, their power is defined by their Authority level rank

High demons - named demons can rise to an even higher rank, usually serves demon lords, they are the elite of the legion and given authority to lead small demonic legions…

Demon lords - become ruler of a territory, are general of the legions, the nobility of hell and range from minor lord to major lord and usually directly serve a demon king.

Demon King - An occupant of one of the 72 royal chairs, such are the deeds of these kings that their names are heard in many dimensions.

'Although I'm very interested and all materials are easy to find, it would still be very difficult for my body, I'm not going to worry about it, the priority is to get essence' he ponders while frowning.

It's been a long time tonight, I must hurry to farm essences

I prepared myself quickly by going in smoke form, today was going to be a long night.

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Timeskip 11 months

Rose pov

Children grow up so fast in the blink of an eye they're taking their first steps you roll your eyes for a second and they're already speaking their first words but this was unlike anything I've seen in my years on this job.

Vincent is a very precocious child, his first words were at 6 months

Rose played with a 6 month old baby "Vine, speak… Roosse" she encourages him to speak by gently touching his lips.

Baby"Haase" responds to the best of his abilities.

she is very happy, 'he said my name' day.

One thing with her something worries, was that he slept a lot, more than the other babies, and he wasn't very active, everyone somehow started crawling everywhere, but Vincent seemed too quiet, but during visits to the ward they said that he was healthy just a little lazy than normal.

it surprised me when at 7 months he kind of took his first steps, in fact everyone was thrilled, his intelligence and rapid development, was the talk for weeks and he was get very popular at the orphanage both with the staff our the other older children,' he's been getting so much attention I can't help but feel a little jealous, I've become very attached to him and I see him as my own son'

as she had a habit of reading children's stories to him, had an idea to teach him to read when hi is his 10 months, and it was amazing with only 1 months he can recognize words from children's books easily, everything was going well, only one thing bothered her, was Doctor Bean

Doctor Bean developed suspicious behavior, like he was afraid of me biting him or something like that.

One thing to note was that my nights were very restful, with good dreams, I used to have a recurring nightmare about a 7 foot big gray wolf.

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Vincent pov

It's been almost a year since I came into this world, things have been slow, but it doesn't bother me that much somehow I liked this slow pace and Rose was a kind of lifeline for my boredom, even if I feel bad for faking my development to her, in order to look like a normal baby, which I failed miserably.

I could notice the effects of laziness, I had a lack of motivation to do anything, and too much sleep, even the night's "Farming" was getting slower and slower, tormenting naughty children and perverted old men becomes tedious after a few times. I collected a total of 733 demonic essences.

It's interesting how dreams affect people, Mister Bean developed a persistent fear of Rose, the bully boys, turned out to be beautiful well behaved children, so effective that I call it dream therapy.

But today is special, March 1979 a solar eclipse.

I quickly prepare myself, and change a pillow's appearance to mine as a disguise, slipping away unnoticed, I enter the forest quickly and transform into demonic form.

I move at high speed compared to a predator chasing its prey in the savannah, how am I so small, I am passed unnoticed by my prey.

In a pasture a steer rests under the canopy of a tree, a simple and carefree animal wagging its tail to ward off the small flies that insist on bothering it.

In an instant everything changed, a noise of cutting wind followed by a splash and it was over, the steer was still in the same place, but now without its head, it was so fast that it didn't even see its death.

Vincent stops 1 meter from the steer with his head, a brutal but quick death, he walks and tears the skin, fat and meat, from the animal's chest removing his entire heart still pumping blood, his face showed a cold serenity, deeper in his soul there was a conflict, one part didn't feel so well right away, but another seemed to enjoy the bestiality of the hunt.

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A wonderful phenomenon unfolded in the sky, the moon challenged the powerful sun, bravely entering in front of it, and humans could appreciate the consequences of such an event, the moon slowly covered it, for scientists this event was just a phenomenon meteorological, for astrologers, imminent crisis, for moon worshipers, means persistence amid impossible challenges.

For the Moon, which is so small, can overshadow the magnificent Sun and extinguish its light and heat.

but for demons it has a function practical and simple.

During the eclipse, a natural act of chaos, the magical and mystical energies align with the demonic dimension, a narrow passage that would not be possible to pass even a being, many demons use it as a way to send their taint, looking for opportunities in these worlds.

it's the best time for rituals.

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In a clearing within a forest, as the eclipse nears its apex.

Vincent approaches the center completely naked where 7 altars were erected in each one had a count of 3 candles, around him the place had a sublime appearance, a heptagon was configured so that the space is divided into 7 equal parts, triangles and circles harmoniously intertwine in the inner part, symbols and numbers adorned in a language beautiful to the eyes, and their meanings, that would drive any mathematician Crazy.

In the most mystical moment of an eclipse, a child standing completely naked, his hands carried a heart, in front of him a book floated emitting a red light, walked slowly to the last altar, and placed a still bleeding heart.

He shouted in a guttural voice

" Æ̥̘̟͚͢õ̬͖̭͜ø͉̩̩͙̯͢ Þ̧͖͓͕̱ͅỴ̗͈̙́͢Ñ̢̜͇ͅÍ̭͕͢Θ̪̲͜S̥̜̮̠͢ Μ̧̬̗ͅÞ̢͕͈̘ͅζ̢̲̤Í̙͕̯͜ͅÑ̡͇͈μ̢̜͙ς̨͇͕̟̠̲ ∭̢͇͍̗͉͖∮̳̪̯͢∨̢̮̜̜Ε̢͎̱͚̯Ñ̢͉̮̪̞ ∞̧̭͙̥ į̭͖̱̟́Ņ͇͉͚̳̃Ę̙͕̲̱͙́Μ̩̞̯̖͈͢ê̗̞͔͜η̨̙̦̦Τ̣̝̮͢ " Garbled words come out of your mouth

The breeze that was gently caressing him before, became a strong wind, his body started to move in a weird dance rhythm as if he was possessed, within 7 minutes and 7 seconds and 7 milliseconds, he returned to a neutral position and did his last act for the ritual.

He kneels not in a servile or subjugated manner, but as a way of showing respect to chaos by placing his right hand to his chest, and your left facing up.

" Offero me chao, originem omnium daemonum, adimplendum fatum, renatus ut filius abyssi, nomine.".

The wind stopped, the place became silent, the candles that before glowed bright red, turned black.

The all essences were collected the sacrifice was accepted just missing the retribution part, his body was molded, the first thing to notice was his height, he was now the size of a 5 year old in demon form, his skin is pale received a slight silvery sheen, his white hair had a slight golden tinge, small horns adorned him like a diadem, ears slightly pointed, his claws became more refined, his overall appearance was deceiving, demonstrating a false fragility, compared to before his demonic form his new shape demonstrates the grace of a predator designed for speed.

And now he had a True name.