Page 48 of Midlife Demigod Unexpected

“I’ll be back in a second.” I ran into the library, which was next door to the altar room. On the pedestal at the center of the room sat a large old book that looked like a Bible. Mae had given us all the spell though that quickly shifted the bible to show the grimoire magic spells.

It only took me a few moments to say the spell and reveal the grimoire pages. I quickly leafed through to find the spell that would unbind the pentacle of time.

No pressure.

The way I looked at it, everybody connected to this bond was given a death sentence by Styx regardless, so if we tried this and got it wrong, we were just going to end up with what we had lined up already. If we tried it and got it right, we would succeed and survive.

I took one last look at the book and took a deep breath. This was everything I needed to break the spell and free us from the Pentacle of Time, which tied us to Lady Styx. Only in then would we actually be free to combat her.

Chapter 34

I composed myself as I walked from the library back to the altar room. Mae wasn’t there so it was going to be up to me to help bring the coven together. Even though there were only two members of the blood coven, we would be able to break it without the rest of the members here. I headed into the altar room. Chloe, Hilda, Trina, Anita, and Drake were all in their positions around the central cauldron.

“I put the leaves and feather inside the cauldron,” Chloe said.

“I looked up the spell. All I need is everybody to get around the circle and then I’ll start.” I stood in front of the altar and lit the candle at the front of the cauldron. I focused all of my energy on it. I could feel the glow of my hands and the warmth of the gold magic that infused my body. It was thrumming and preparing to come out and create some magic in the real world.

“Recitalist deletan melato.”

The words came out a little slow at first. I was unsure of them, but I knew I needed to have them a lot stronger if I was going to be able to pull this magic off.

“Recitalist deletan melato.”

I repeated the words again, this time clear, strong, and loud so everybody in the room could hear.

I saw some nods go around the room and next time the voices joined mine in the spell.

“Recitalist deletan melato.”

“Recitalist deletan melato.”

Soon the room was full of the sound of us repeating the magic spell. We had enough witches in the room. I hoped we had enough of the other type of magic. I looked at the circle. We had a large group of people. Matheus, Toern, and Jag all stood in the circle. Frank, Antonio, and Branson stood by the side in case anything went wrong, but nothing could go wrong with this; our friends lives depended on it. The coven needed it. The town needed it if they wanted to be protected from the zombies.

“Recitalist deletan melato.”

“Recitalist deletan melato.” The chant rose in volume inside the room as all of our magic formed in the air around us.

“What’s going to happen?” Chloe yelled, worry furrowing her brow.

“It’s going to break our bond.” I said. “It won’t drive us apart, though. It’s just to stop the spell Styx made.”

My gaze met Chloe’s. She gave me a brief nod, letting me know it didn’t matter. It was time to enact the magic. I raised my hands and the magic swirling in the room from all of the witches, the monster, the satyr, and the demon came together in a large magical brew above us. I raised my hands in the air feeling the energy swirl around my wrists as I gathered it all together in a big ball above the cauldron.

I stepped in front of the cauldron and picked up the candle, dropping burning wax onto the feathers and leaves. They immediately burst into flames as I brought the magic down into the cauldron. The chanting increased, raising to a fever pitch as the ball of golden light fell into the cauldron and exploded with the fire. A huge puff of smoke went up above the cauldron.

The chanting died out.

“Did it work?” Chloe asked, her voice quiet.

She was looking at her arms and turning her hands over.

“I don’t feel any different,” she said. “I still feel like a vampire.

“It was never going to change you from being a vampire,” I said with a smile. “I don’t feel the pull of Styx anymore.”

“Neither do I,” Chloe nodded.

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