C 139
–Voldemort–
"My Lord! She killed Bellatrix!" Lucius screamed next to him.
"I know!" Voldemort shouted back at him while not taking his eyes off the Angel! She was the single greatest thorn in his side he had ever had. Even Dumbledore had never infuriated Voldemort as much as Layla had. What was worse, was that Voldemort could clearly see that the Angel had gotten stronger.
The first time he saw her, she had only four wings. Now she had TEN! Voldemort knew that had to mean something! He had begrudgingly read the bible after facing her the first time to try and gleam any weaknesses of Angels. Of course, none were written in the blasted book. What he did find out though, was that the more wings an Angel had, the stronger they were!
"What should we do?" Lucius asked him again.
"Don't stop the ritual! It's our only chance at killing her!" Voldemort commanded all of his Death Eaters. They all fearfully nodded at him and continued chanting.
"Will the ritual really work? How do we know we can trust those foreigners?" Lucius asked. He was talking about those strange people who approached him a month ago. They called themselves 'The Hand' and dressed like actual cartoon ninjas… Voldemort almost killed the filthy muggles for daring to even seek him out, but then they told him they knew a way to beat the Angel. Apparently she had killed the son of their own 'Lord.'
Their Lord had sent Voldemort a gift. It was a way to fight against Layla's Light with HellFire! The Hand gave him a ritual that would allow him to summon a demon from Hell to slay Layla! This particular demon was also used to be an Angel himself. He should therefore know all of her tricks and how she fights!
It took a month to prepare all of the ingredients and sacrifices necessary to summon Belial. They were so close, and yet Layla had to show up right before they succeeded!
…
I wasn't sure what that ritual was, but it felt wrong. The pentagram in the middle also usually implied that either Devils or Hell was involved. Were they trying to call forth a demon from hell to our world?
"Any idea what that satanic ritual they're doing is Layla?" Natasha asked me as she drew her gun from its holster.
"I think they're trying to call forth a demon. Which is bad obviously. As for which one, I honestly have no idea? I also don't know if we can stop the ritual without adverse consequences."
"Well? What do we do?" Natasha asked.
I thought about it for a second. "We can ask Sorceress Supreme I guess." I replied.
Natasha raised a curious eyebrow at me. "And how are we going to do that? Does this sorceress have a cell phone?" Natasha asked jokingly.
Honestly, I had no idea if she actually did have a phone. I was leaning more towards the 'no she does not category.' Good thing I didn't need one to contact her.
A purple portal appeared right next to me. I comically stuck my head inside it. My head popped itself out right in the middle of the Ancient One's office. It looked like she and her apprentice Heather were currently having tea time. Both of them were gaping at me.
"Hi Layla!" Heather greeted me cheerfully as she snapped out of her shock.
The Ancient One took a second longer to collect herself. "In the future, please refrain from portaling directly into my study unless it is an emergency. What is it you need?"
"I found Voldemort and he's trying to summon some kind of demon. I don't really know what to do here? Can I just kill everyone and stop the ritual or…?"
Heather's eyes widened when she heard me mention Voldemort. The Ancient One let out a tired sigh. "Why do these foolish dark mages always end up summoning demons…" She lamented as she stood up. "Stay here apprentice, I shall return."
Heather looked like she wanted to protest about not coming with me but I stopped her. "Heather, remember what we talked about. You're 15, you don't have to go around fighting dark wizards. Let me handle Voldemort. This time he won't get away." I reassured her before pulling my head back.
Natasha was staring at me weirdly. "Your portals are overpowered if they let you just go anywhere at any time…"
"They sure are."
Voldemort, to my surprise, was just glaring hatefully and hadn't made a move to attack while I was distracted. Not that anything he could do could even work on me anymore. At my current level, I now realized that his supposed 'Ultimate Class' level of power was a lot more inflated than I first thought. He had the ability to cast a single Ultimate Level spell at most, but the mana cost would probably kill him. To be honest, I don't think he even knows any spells of that level anyways. Fiendfyre was pretty much the Wizarding world's most destructive spell.
A second later the Ancient One stepped out of my portal and I closed it behind her. She glanced around quickly. "Interesting. They are trying to summon Belial. And it appears they have succeeded."
"Belial?" That name sounded vaguely familiar.
"He was an Angel that fell from heaven. Instead of going to the underworld or joining the Grigori, he fled into the Hells. There he bathed in Hellfire and turned himself into a true demon. He currently rules over Gehenna." The Ancient One explained. "The ritual they are performing is already complete. It basically uses the souls of all the mortals participating in it to call Belial forth."
"Why are they still chanting then?" Natasha asked.
The Ancient One shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe they were tricked by whoever gave them the ritual?"
That could be. I wouldn't expect any of the stuck up purebloods to ever be willing to hand over their very souls to a demon. Even if Voldemort himself commanded them to do it.
My thoughts were cut off when I felt a burst of powerful dark magic emulate from the ritual circle!
"Prepare yourself. He is coming." The Ancient One said.
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