章節 64: The Darkest Of Roses III

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Chapter 61: The Darkest Of Roses III

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Zatanna got to work instantly as she waved her hand before her, "Latrop!"

Before her formed a purple portal. She already learned the destination from the letter, and her powers were strong to such an extent that she could teleport there with knowing only mere coordinates.

Ian followed after her, reaching the desert of Egypt in one step. It was late at night, so it was a bit cold instead of hot.

Ian eyed his surroundings as this was the first time he came here himself instead of sending his underlings.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Zatanna questioned with a frown.

"I am 100% sure," Ian spoke and waited for her to do her thing.

"I thought I'd sense something the moment I came here, but I guess it must be an advanced barrier, illusion definitely. Why are you so sure there is something in here?"

"A demon told me." Ian casually responded as he crouched and took a fist of sand before letting it fall back, "It feels real, but I guess illusion might be beyond the scope of my abilities."

All the while, Zatanna narrowed her eyes and stared at him, "Well, now I want you to expand upon what you said."

"Hmm? About the demon?" Ian shrugged his shoulders, seemingly not minding telling her, "I just made a deal with a demon. The price was my soul of course and the reward was this location."

"You're quite honest, aren't you? And stupid, why would you make a deal with demons for something as meaningless as this?" She sounded like she was almost reprimanding him.

Ian had a smile on his face as he drew a smiley face on the sand, a representation of his mood despite all that had happened, "I see no reason why I should hide that, and You're a magician, you must have some kind of bullshit way to find out if I refuse to answer.

I just see no merit as to why I should hide that nor any way that could be used against me, and I just have to not die and my soul will never be collected, how hard can that be?"

He let out a chuckle at the end. Only he can understand the sarcasm in his words.

Zatanna was left speechless, then she remembered that Xanadu only accepts special clients, and he seems to be quite special.

She shook her head and turned her attention to the numerous dunes of sand before her. She lifted her fair hands in the air and muttered, "Tceted! Hcraes! Lecnac!" Spell after spell, and even more spells were cast.

Yet nothing happened as Zatanna frowned, "If none of those worked, then that only leaves one thing... Noitcennoc Hsilbatse!"

Ian could see a vague outline of the previous spells, just a faint white wave, but this spell seemed special as he could clearly see a massive dark blue wave spreading in all directions from her until a small part of it connected with something.

Zatanna instantly turned her head in a certain direction. She could see and finally sense the magical presence in the area. One of the sand dunes started forming into a cyclone. It was a very small cyclone of sand, it didn't rise up in the air but stayed on ground level, giving Zatanna a better clue of what she had just activated.

"Magic is... Can I learn magic?" Ian spoke with interest but he didn't have much hope. His power seems to despise a lot of things and he got the answer he expected.

"I thought you already know, but no, you can't. You strangely don't have a speck of magical energy in you. In fact, you seem to reject it. We all have our secrets, so I won't prey further since you're her client."

Zatanna waved her hand one last time, "Rednow eye ym tel!!" From the hand she waved spurted a blue eye that started floating towards the cyclone while she used her other hand to hide her left eye.

The eye went into the cyclone almost as if it had gone into a portal, without any trouble. Zatanna kept doing her own thing for a while though she had a frown on her face, only she knows what she had seen beyond the portal.

"Too bad, I hope I can learn magic in the future somehow," Ian muttered under his breath after seeing the wonderous nature of magic, it was fascinating.

"You can go in." Zatanna spoke, "I'll follow right after you, but it should be safe which is strange... What is that you want from there?"

"A piece of paper," Ian responded before he started making his way to it, and without any hesitation, he jumped into the cyclone.

He only fell for a few meters before safely landing on a well-made stone ground, seemingly made of marble. He looked around sizing up the environment around him.

It was but a simple chamber with little to nothing in it. He saw the piece of paper and that's all he needed. It was lying on the ground like trash, but only he knows its value.

He wasn't worried about any traps, instead, he just picked it up in his hand and like always, nothing happened. He didn't notice but Zatanna was already standing behind him, eyeing the paper with a frown. She had seen the paper with her magic eye but there was nothing weird about it.

Ian also noticed that among all the pieces of Dead hell or as he likes to call it, Trigon's scroll, this one had the least of his writings but the most of the original writings.

Ian didn't ignore learning other languages, specifically old greek and demon's tongue, so while he might still be a bit rough with them, he still understood the words on the piece.

It spoke upon Hell and the Underworld, one weaker than the other as the writer admitted yet he refused to admit of the flames within them, which one is stronger he wondered. No, he was certain his dark flame can not only extinguish the fires of the demons' hell but also bring destruction upon the heaven that gave birth to them.

'It is Hades, of that I am certain. The original writer is definitely him, but how did Trigon come to possess it? He shouldn't be in the same realm but in some other far universe.'

Ian narrowed his eyes at the black stick line which he was sure was written by Trigon. He remembered how the writing looked like when he put together all the other pieces, 'Let it be called The blaze Of Trigon. The flame that shall start it all.'

"This is it?" Zatanna questioned with a frown, "You sold your soul to demons for this?"

"Hmm? It is quite valuable, containing the knowledge of the ancient. I like it." Ian shrugged his shoulders, but Zatanna didn't believe it was that simple, "Hcraes Hguoroht!! Noitceted Orcim! Noitceted Live! Noitceted Sseneliv! Ecnassiannocer!"

A mass of blue light flowed out of her palm and surrounded the piece of paper. Ian did nothing to stop her, he had a few plans in effect just in case something like this happens.

However, much to her surprise, she sensed nothing, "It can't be that simple, right? Is it really just a piece of paper?"

Ian raised his brows in surprise which she noticed, "There is nothing strange about it?? I had hoped it would be magical somehow but the writings on it are enough for me."

Zatanna frowned before she waved her hand creating a portal before her, "I'll send you back."

Ian caressed the piece of paper with a gentle smile on his face, 'I should be dead right now. I bet if she touched the paper when I am not touching it, she would be dead unless she has some magic bullshit protection. God, I love my power though I wonder sometimes, is my power truly death immunity? Or perhaps I don't have power, it's all just me.'

Only he understood what he meant by the last part. It was something he lost a lot of sleep over, he thought about it a lot, just what Am I? He wonders.

He didn't dwell on his thoughts for long as he followed after her though the portal led him to Xanadu's shop instead of wherever he was before, and Zatanna was nowhere to be seen.

"I take it went well?" Madame Xanadu casually asked, Supernatural activities were normal for her.

"Hmm, It did. Also, remember my offer, it still stands." Ian was about to leave but Xanadu couldn't hold back her curiosity, "Did you make the same offer to her? You need a magician, right?"

"No, I need a magician I can work with, you seem perfect for the job... But I guess I will die in a few weeks so it doesn't matter." Ian shrugged his shoulders and started making his way to his apartment.

He went inside, directly threw his clothes away leaving only his pants, and made his way to a certain room, a fairly dark room.

Within the walls of the room were several symbols and on the ground was a large pentagram made of congealed blood. At the center of the pentagram was a...

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