Kael's heart pounded as the shadowy figure from his past life emerged from the darkness—the same demon that had once attacked and nearly destroyed him. Its form flickered with dark energy, eyes burning with malice and ancient rage. But this time, Kael was not alone.
Lirael stood beside him, calm and poised, her serpent form shimmering faintly in the moonlight. "We've faced worse," she said softly. "Together, we can contain it."
From the depths of Kael's mind, a gentle glow appeared—Seris, the Veilwalker, manifesting her radiant presence. Her luminous eyes studied the demon with a mixture of curiosity and respect. "Such a small creature, yet so dangerous," she murmured. "This one holds a contract bound by ancient laws—one that can be turned to our advantage."
Kael focused, drawing on the Visualization Space's power. With Lirael's guidance and Seris's wisdom, they wove a complex energy seal, shimmering chains of light wrapping around the demon's form, binding it tightly. The demon struggled, snarling, but the seal held firm.
Seris stepped forward, her voice calm and commanding. "This contract of servitude is no ordinary binding. It offers longevity, power, and knowledge beyond mortal reach. But it comes at a price—the demon must be anchored to a vessel, a living form that embodies endurance and patience."
Kael's eyes narrowed as he considered her words. "What kind of vessel?"
"The ritual requires a creature symbolic of resilience and longevity," Seris explained. "One that can carry the demon's essence without being consumed."
The next day, Kael visited a small shop in the village. Among the curious animals and rare creatures, his gaze settled on a turtle—slow-moving, steady, and ancient in its own right. He felt an unexpected connection.
"This one," Kael said, picking up the turtle gently. The shopkeeper nodded knowingly, as if the choice was obvious.
Back at the village, under the quiet watch of the stars, Kael prepared the ritual space. Lirael arranged offerings of rare herbs and crystals while Seris chanted softly, weaving protective energies around them.
Kael began the incantation, his voice steady and filled with intent. The demon's form shimmered and twisted, shrinking and shifting until it merged with the turtle's shell. The creature's eyes glowed faintly with a new, eerie light.
The ritual complete, Kael held the turtle carefully. Though small and unassuming, it now carried within it the bound demon's power—an ally born from darkness and resilience.
Lirael smiled softly. "You've made a wise choice. This bond will grow stronger with time."
Seris nodded. "Remember, Kael, this is only the beginning. The path ahead will test your strength and wisdom."
Kael looked down at the turtle, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. "I'm ready."