(Priest Oras POV)

When the suspicious female knight removed her cloak I knew immediately I was in danger. The various knifes she had on her, her black reveling cloths, and the way she just walked into the Church as if she belonged all lead to assassin or something similar.

I frowned and begin chanting under my breath hoping I would make it in time. She turned around and gracefully returned the greeting. “Mor Murchú the Hunting Dog of Scáthach Cove and is wrongly accused as a Demon. It is a pleasure to meet you Priest Oras. Let us have a wonderful chat.”

Cold sweat began pouring down my back. Just four more lines. She tilted her head to the side with a soft smile on her face. “What's the matter Priest Oras? You look a bit pale. Do you need a drink?” She started walking forward. A slow measured walk that made the air tense. “Really Priest Oras if you don't speak then I wont know whats wrong.”

Done! “...Vanish.” The light amplified to a blinding degree covering the whole room. Slouching against the desk I breathed a sigh of relief. “I made it.”

A hand shot out of the light and grabbed my neck. “Well isn't that an interesting trick.” I chocked gasping for air. “So this is what you can do with your holy magic. It tingles for sure but it is really lacking in offensive power.” Why is she fine!

Her eyes locked with mine. My face reflecting back in her blood red eyes. She reached her hand up and ran her finger down the side of my face cutting it. “Wow, you reek of your holy magic. Its really unappetizing.” She scrunched her nose as I clawed at her hand trying to get her to let go.

“Oh, I'm sorry you can't breath can you? How will we talk if you pass out?” She released me causing me to fall to the floor gasping for breath. “Now why don't you tell me about the summoning ceremony.”

Panicked I gasped out the only chant that could buy me some time for help to come. “...Shi-eld...” A shimmery dome of light formed around me separating me from the girl. Please hold. I prayed.

“A shield?” She tapped it lightly. “Now why would you do that?” Pulling out a dagger from her belt she slammed it into the shield shattering it like glass. “You didn't think that could stop me did you?” I paled in horror.

There's no way. Why can she destroy it so easily? I desperately crawled to the door knowing that it was futile. “Now, now. We wont be able to talk about anything if you keep trying to escape.” Blinding pain shot though my left leg. “Does it hurt?” Came a sweet voice through the pain hazing my mind. “It'll stop if you just tell me what I want to know.”

“N-Never...” She can't know. It is restricted information. I repeated in my head trying to keep my reason. A sigh sounded above me. She crouched down so she was eye level with me.

“Well I guess I'll just have to do this the hard way. Let me know when you feel like talking.” Her hand jerked and pain shot through my hand. I groaned. My hand now nailed to the floor with a knife. Don't speak it is just pain. I reached over in a daze to pull it out. A second later my other hand became pinned as well.

I looked up from the blood pooling on the floor to her. A delighted smile decorated her face as she watched me writher. “B-Bitch...” I spat trying to glare at her.

“What language. There's no need for that. I already told you that if you just tell me what I want to know the pain will stop.” If its come to this I'll kill myself. The summoning must stay secret. “Oh we can't have that can we.”

Pain rain up my arm cutting off my thoughts. I gasped inhaling some dust causing me to cough. “Why is it so hard to tell me about the summoning ceremony?” She mused while I struggled to clear my lungs. “Here let me change the question. Can you send someone to the other world?” Her question rang in my ears.

Don't speak. It is only pain. I gritted my teeth. My mind hazing over from the throbbing. “Your quite resistant to pain aren't you.” Another wave of searing pain passed through me only it came from just under my shoulder blade as if tracing the bone. I slammed my head into the ground when I flinched. “You know I think I'm going to have to scare you to get what I want. But what should I do?”

Her voice was the only thing clear. No matter how muddled from the pain I am I can still understand what she says perfectly. “I know why don't I show you a wonderful dream.” She said while cutting a line strait up my spine. I pushed into the floor trying to escape the blade. “Good night Priest Oras.” Next thing I new the world went dark.

So dark and cold. I breathed in trying to settle myself. That woman was no where to be seen. Frowning at the dark I chanted. “In the spreading darkness let there be a guiding light. Lamp.” A small ball of light floated just in front of me. However it light up nothing. The darkness prevailed and the light went out. My frown deepened.

“Priest Oras?” Called a sweet voice from the dark. “Priest Oras?” It became louder and closer. “Priest Oras?” Came a whisper in my ear. I shuddered. The voice overlapped on its self and faded in and out. Happy and sad. “Priest Oras?” This time from right in front of me.

“Tell me.” Came a different voice this time male. “Tell me.” Dark and quite echoing around the Woman's voice. “Tell me.” Came the demand.

“What? What do you want me to tell you?” I asked the dark. Confusion and fear ruled my mind. Where am I? What is this?

“Priest Oras?” “Tell me.” “Priest Oras?” The calls continued. Overlapping, echoing, threading their way around me. I spun trying to find the source. It's a dream! I reasoned. Nothing more! “Daddy!” A different voice. A young voice. “Daddy!” Once I know well.

“Lisa? Is that you? Where are you?” I called trying to be heard over the voices. “Daddy! Help!” She called. “Help me Daddy!” I panicked running towards her voice.

“I'm coming Lisa. Daddy's coming!” I yelled ignoring the voices. A light shown in the dark. “Over here! Daddy!” I ran faster. Just a bit more. A hand grabbed me from the shadows causing me to fall. More latched onto my legs and arms making me unable to move. I saw my daughter in the light chained to the ground. “Daddy!” Tears streamed down her face. Her fear taking over her body.

“Priest Oras?” “Tell me.” The voices became stronger as the hands held me down. “Help me Daddy!” Lisa pleaded. A shadow separated and entered the light. “No! No! Help! Save me Daddy!”

“Lisa!” I screamed not knowing what it is I feared but knowing I must stop that shadow. A mouth formed on it smiling wide showing rows of sharp teeth like a shark. It pulled a sword out of the shadow and drug it slowly across the ground. “No! HELP ME!” Screamed Lisa as she struggled in the chains. The Shadow grew closer to her as I tried to claw my way forward.

“Tell me.””Priest Oras?” The voices whispered in my ears. “TELL THEM DADDY!” Cried Lisa! “HELP ME!” The shadow stopped in front of my daughter. The sword pointed at her head. The shadows head twisted around so its smiling mouth faced me. “Tell me Priest Oras.” It slammed the sword down cutting Lisa's arm off. “NO!” I cried.

“Ahhh. Daddy! Why Daddy?! Why aren't you telling them?!” Blood gushed from her body. “Lisa! I'm so sorry! What do you want from me?!”

A new voice echoed through the dark. “Summoning.” It whispered. Soft and calm. “What?” I asked confused. The shadow cut off Lisa's other arm her scream echoing through the dark causing my heart to wrench. “Lisa! No!”

“Priest Oras?” “Tell me.” “Summoning.” “Tell me.” “Priest Oras?” The voices mixed into a confusing chant. “Daddy!” My daughter sobbed. “Just tell them.” She pleaded dark blood staining her dress.

A new hand wrapped around my face holding it so that I have to watch my daughter. “Yes, Priest Oras tell me about the Summoning.” The new voice being echoed by the others. “Tell me or death.” Is demanded.

My daughter froze and turned here. “No.” She whispered. “Please Daddy tell them.” No longer screaming. I didn't speak. I couldn't speak.

“Then death.” The voices chanted. “Death.” “Death.” “Death.” The shadows mouth opened as if laughing. Raising its hand darkness shot towards Lisa. “Why Daddy? Why?” She whispered in disappear. The darkness reached her and started corroding everything it touched.

“Lisa!” Her flesh dissolved showing muscle then bone. Blood flowed freely while her body scorched and vanished. Her screams echoed around me twisting and turning. She accused me for her death. She cursed me. If only I said. If only I told them.

“You can still save her.” The voice whispered in my ear while the others still chanted death. “Just tell us about the Summoning and she will live. This can all be over.” The whispers of a devil. Sweet but poisonous. “Just speak.”

“I...” I started halting before I said. “Daddy...” Came the cry. “Make it stop.” Lisa was now right in front of me dissolving inches from my face. Holes appearing all over her little body.

I burst into tears. “Lisa, I'll tell them. Its ok I'll say it now. You'll be ok.” The dissolving stopped and the hands released me.

“Say it now Daddy. Say it before they start again.” She pleaded.

“Yes, I'll talk about the summoning.” I will save my daughter.