Capítulo 108: Sealed in Blood
Gandharvas were the strongest faction, the priesthood was gifted with the spiritual eye while the witches were safely melded within the human society. Each faction had gotten the task according to their expertise.
After confirming that no one wanted to add anything Nati picked up the chalice and handed it to Divrat. He accepted it honorably with both hands like it was precious jewel. He then took his spear and made a small cut on his palm. Red blood started to ooze out as he carefully dripped it into the chalice and then passed it onto Priest Dharma who took off one of the beaded necklaces he was wearing. From outside it seemed to be a normal necklace of rosemary beads every other priest had. But the end tucked away inside his shirt had a small silver rectangle that looked like a piece of a broken blade. Priest Dharma used it to make a cut on his palm as well. It cut through so easily like going through butter. Visha was shocked to see a priest carry such a thing around. That was too sharp and could even be a weapon if needed. She had never expected that. Priest Dharma then dripped his blood into the chalice too. He then turned to pass it on to her and saw her surprise. He smiled at her, "Witches aren't the only ones that use blood magic, Little Lady." He had used the same honorifics as High Priest Vishva this time. From everything that had happened, he could feel that she was the main key of getting the stubborn Gandharva to agree. Even though he was unaware as to how but he was sure she had something to do with it. He was beginning to understand that the High Priest had definitely seen something in her even before anyone had noticed. No wonder Brother Vishva had trusted her the moment he saw her. As a priest he had always hated witches, and hated her too at that time. But now there was a soft spot growing inside him for this girl who carelessly put her life on line for others. This little one was really special. He thought.
Visha copied their actions and took it with both hands. She took out the dagger Dhira had given her and cut her palm. Her blood dripped in the chalice slowly, drop by drop. Suddenly, Nati felt a sweet scent permeating from the red liquid. Even though it was sweet, but something about it felt deadly. Like a sweet lethal poison!
Visha tapped on Nati's shoulder to pass the chalice back to her. Nati was pulled outof her former daze and stared at the sweet scented chalice, then at Visha and back. She repeated it a couple of times and Visha looked at her in confusion.
"What is it?" she asked. Nati shook her head and continued with the ceremony. She stood up while swirling the chalice in her hands. She then went to all three of them one by one and poured the mixed blood on their open wounds.
Visha felt a familiar pain from her palm. As the familiar feeling of push and pull arose in her veins, she winced in pain. It grew with every second as it started to spread further. Since she had felt this before she didn't faint this time. But it was still exhausting as her entire body got covered in a cold sweat.
"This alliance shall be upheld by the generations to come as it has now been sealed with a Blood Bond." Nati announced.
Visha's eyes widened at the last two words. Blood Bond! Is that what Big sis did? But why would she form a blood bond with her? She had read about it in the witchery books. It could seal people together so they couldn't turn against each other or hurt each other. It was used as an assurance against a potential threat to establish trust. But why would Dhira doubt her? Did something happen that she didn't know about? Hundreds of questions and assumptions started to pop up in her mind. Another sharp pain struck the back of her palm suddenly. Visha immediately shifted her attention towards it as black lines started to appear and form a triangular pattern. Then another set of black lines appeared around it and spread in branches towards her wrist. They went on till a few inches below her elbow. A pattern was soon formed on her arm with multiple lines entertwined together to resemble a flame. As the pain finally started to dissipate slowly Visha's breathing returned to normal. She was drenched in sweat by now and her legs were ready to give away. But her curiosity took priority as she looked down at her arm and see the final outcome of the lines. There was triangular pattern at the back of her palm with something that resembled an eye in all its corners. That triangle was surrounded within black flames and also seemed to be its source. It looked a lot like tattoo.
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