The Beautiful and the Damned
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Third person's POV: Seker stood staring into space many things racing through his mind but the most prominent of them all was Bethel.

He knew that if the ritual fell through today he was forever going to lose her even him the god of death wouldn't be able to bring her back to life if the ritual didn't go as planned, his father made this specific ritual that way. He wasn't ready to lose her, he wasn't in anyway ready for that and he probably was never going to be.

"Brother don't worry everything would be fine, knowing Bethel she would be alright. She's a fighter that one" Cyrus spoke trying to assure his brother, but the thing was that he was also trying to assure himself too. This was the first time he was going to see the ritual being performed on a mortal. He could only pray she comes out alive.

"I know Cyrus. I know" Seker had a distant look on his face.

"Father. She's ready" Arazelas voice broke his train of thought as she, Bethel and Randuff walked in.

Bethel was nervous at the moment. Would she survive? Or would she not survive? Those were the things running through her mind. But as she spotted Seker every one of her doubts and hesitation disappeared.

'I guess having a soulmate wasn't all that bad afterall, one look and she's already lost half her brain cells'.

Seker stared at his Soulmate much longer than necessary, she looked exquisite, beautiful in everyway. He was happy he chose that specific gown she was wearing.

"Are you ready?" approaching her he asked.

"I don't think I ever will be" she said bitterly but with every bit of truth in it.

Seker had a straight emotionless face on. He had to be the strong one out of both of them.

"Don't worry I will be with you every step of the way. But I'm not going to lie to you, it's going to be excruciatingly painful Amica Mae" his facade almost broke as he uttered those words. He couldn't bear the thought of her facing that kind of pain, he would rather be the one to go through it than for her to.

Bethel gulped, but well to hell with it all, Seker said he would be with her every step of the way, so she was going to trust him on that.

Releasing a breath she spoke.

"Let's just get this over with" 'Time skip.....'

"Good, now that everyone is here, we will now start the ritual" Seker spoke with raw power oozing from the tone of his voice.

Everybody was now in the place where the ritual was to be performed. Destiny, Cyrus, Rina, Randuff, Arazela and Destiny, were all in the chamber room rounded in form of a large circle, a sort of pentagon shape was drawn on the ground with white chalk, different symbols were on it, each representing one thing or the other.

This particular ritual apparently needed five people wether it be mortals or immortals for it to commence completely.

Seker and Bethel were both in a circle in the middle of the large pentagon. Bethel was laid flat on the ground her hands and legs chained to the floor, her mixed hair scattered on the floor looking like long beautiful strands of silk. Seker stood above her standing by her side ready to start the ancient incantations.

The nervousness was once again building itself in Bethel. And why on Earth did they even chain her, she thought but didn't dare complain.

The angel of death started by using a knife to slightly cut his palm, and to Bethel's surprise the color of blood that came out was a dark shade of blue. She concluded Maybe that was the normal color of blood for gods.

As his blood dripped on the floor, the symbols and writing began to change rearranging themselves, and as he recited the chant the symbols now covered in his blood began to flow into Bethel's skin making her to release an ear blocking scream, it could be compared to that of a banshee if not even stronger.

"Gratias sanguine méo.

Vérba meà cuẞtodite egô Dôminus.

Hôdie ingrediar.

Dà mihi potestatem.

Añima sit Amör et ipsá mea.

Ego enim dàbo ei dōnum meum.

Eîus ést usque in sempiternum atque custôdiat.

Ä'men"

(Translation:

My blood I give.

My word I will keep.

I come to you this day.

My powers to give.

My soul is her's as her's is mine.

For I give her, my gift.

And her's to forever keep.

Amen)

The wave of pain this time was like none other, it hit her like a truck full of fuckin bombs.

"Seker dölet plácent, fac ût subẞisto!" Bethel screamed out. She didn't even notice that what she had said was apparently not in English. She was blinded by the pain.

(Translation: Seker please it hurts, make it stop)

Seker stared at he's soulmate, he's Amica Mae, he's Regiña meüx, his facade from before abruptly crumbled, he desperately wanted to help her ease her pain but he knew he couldn't distort the ritual when it was already in progress. "Just a little bit longer, Amica mea and this would all be like a bad dream" he whispered in a broken tone. He watched as the letters and symbols kept flowing into his body.

Fuck what was happening to him, he really was already falling for the mortal.

"Nûlla Nûlla Nûlla non possum, quaéso sicut prius facere nolite: soo málus dòlet" once again she not knowing spoke in a foreign language.

(Translation: No No No i can't, please just make it stop already, it hurts soo bad)

"What's happening to her? What is she saying? Why is she talking like that?" Rina shouted all the way from where she was standing, fully concerned about her best friend. "Don't worry it's all part of the ritual, As she gains some of my powers she also gets to absorb some of my knowledge" Seker explained.

Bethel released another shrilling scream gaining all their attention again.

"Nölite facere, nölite façere, nölite facere, nölite façere" she chanted repeatedly as if possessed by something.

(Translation: make it stop, make it stop, make it stop)

"Make it stop" she spoke in English this time, tears now running freely down her cheeks as she stared into the eyes of Seker.

"Seker I'm not so sure she can take any much more" Destiny called out also replaceing the situation also heartbreaking.

Seker clenched his hands tightly. Just a little while longer Regiña meüx.

"She has to, she just has to. For her own sake" Seker weakly muttered.

"Bloody hell, this is painful to watch" Cyrus Muttered, he felt sick in the stomach watching Bethel struggle and screech in agony.

"This explains the chains" Arazela mumbled wincing a little, referring to the chains binding Bethel to the floor.

"How many minutes has gone by now?" Randuff inquired.

"About thirty" Arazela answered.

"This is taking way too long" A lone tear escaped Rina's eyes.

"This is sadly just the beginning. The ritual takes approximately two hours for it to finish completely" Cyrus said.

"Help me"

"Please help me" Bethel's wasn't screaming anymore. Her voice was like a croaked whisper at this point.

At her words a sympathetic look crossed all their faces. They all knew they couldn't do anything to help her, if they did all Bethel's pain and effort would have all been in vain.

She turned her face and gaze to Rina while still laid down on the ground "Ri ri you will help me right, please help me Ri ri, this feeling is horrible I want it to stop"

Rina released a choked sob.

"I'm really sorry Beth, just a little longer please hang in there, please"

Another wave of pain came this one much more worst than the last. Bethel began to tug against the chains bounding her hands, she tugged soo hard that she started bleeding. "Irrûmabo!" Seker sharply cursed

(Translation: Fuck)

"Amica mea please fight it, I know you can do it" the god of death pleaded.

But unknowingly to Seker, his dear gift was already losing consciousness her screams had ceased.

Bethel desperately wanted to embrace the darkness that was slowly coming over her, for a start it was much more soothing and better than the pain she was going through few seconds ago. 'Ah so this was what dying felt like didn't expect it to be this numb'

With those last thoughts, Bethel finally succumbed to the welcoming abyss of darkness.