Chapter 626

Chapter 626: The Demonic Skeleton

Was the demon enslavement spell here permanent?

Jesse felt a bit surprised. Of course, the Satyr’s scroll hadn’t mentioned anything about duration; he’d thought it might relate to mana, but it turned out there was no need to mention that at all.

However, Jesse didn’t plan to keep a long master-servant bond with this powerful Felhound, especially since he had a second spell to try.

Kolkamiin, or Death Coil.

Since learning this spell on the ship to Kalimdor, he hadn’t tried it once. Practicing such an evil spell in front of Greed and Vereesa, with Mosa there, worried him about making the already awkward group feel worse.

Kloarili, Fellawes, Pakumilit.

A very short incantation, but its sounds were strange—tongue popping and lip biting as if multiple lips and teeth were needed at once. Every time he practiced getting it right, Jesse felt completely frustrated.

Just thinking the words silently made Jesse feel like the shadow energy he’d summoned earlier was all watching him.

The succubus frowned and asked, "What is the Master thinking?"

"Shouldn’t that be mind reading?" Jesse asked.

"No," Molofeel said. "I felt the shadow energy moving with you, Master, but it made me uneasy."

"I was trying to learn the Death Coil spell," Jesse said.

"That explains it," the succubus whispered.

The Felhound lay still nearby, its tentacles resting on its head and not moving. The imp stayed quiet, as if any sound might make it a target for Death Coil.

Death Coil was a fierce shadow magic that drained life force, so Jesse needed a good test subject.

He picked a medium-sized tree beside them.

He remembered Teron Gorefiend’s tone, look, and hand motions when saying the words…

Jesse wasn’t sure if his memory was clear after so long, but he had nothing else to go by.

Since the black magic he’d tried before lacked gesture guides, the shadow power steered him to the right moves when he cast spells…

Most importantly, he had to use his feelings to fuel the magic—deep greed, the urge to take everything…

This wasn’t a time for kindness.

The Felhound seemed to sense danger and started making anxious noises, but Jesse had already touched its soul with his mind…

Kloarili, Fellawes, Pakumilit…

Jesse eagerly spoke the words, and the magic worked fast. The Felhound burst into flames, struggling in a swelling green fire until it became ash. A demonic skull covered in dark, swirling green flames rose from the charred body, clawing and screaming as if furious about dying so suddenly…

—Obey me, you wild spirit, don’t roar at me!

Jesse pointed at the tree he’d chosen, and the demonic skull seemed to find an outlet, howling as it flew over and bit into the tree madly. Its shape blurred with each tear, slowly merging with the flames to set the tree on fire.

The evening sun was already dim, but the green fire lit up the area unnaturally, making everything else look darker.

The poor lonely tree withered fast under the shadow’s pain… Jesse felt a burning life force fill him, waking up his tired body from all the spellcasting.

Staring at the tree, he couldn’t describe his feelings. Joy at his first successful cast? Not at all.

He’d expected it to go smoothly because the shadow magic felt different from The Hand of Gul’dan. His whole journey learning the spell—the shadow energy around him, the shadows inside, or the fel flames… all seemed eager for him to cast it and eat the demon’s soul… that unsettled him.

"Elldermensamarus…"

Jesse didn’t wait. He pulled out the Azuresong Mageblade and chanted, using the demon sword’s arcane power to build a strong pure fireball at its tip.

The gathered, dancing fire element cleared away the wild shadows and fel energy from the tree and helped Jesse slowly burn his worry inside.

He threw the fireball, finally blasting the already weak, fel-burnt tree.

The nearly gone fel ashes were eaten by the fireball, and the roots, rotted by chaotic dark magic, turned to dust, even blowing a hole in the ground.

Molofeel’s black hair flew back from the heat. When the hot wind faded, she looked over; Jesse still stared at the crackling flames.

He looked up at the dark sky and said, "Let’s head back early so no one finds any demon gatherings here."

Whatever Death Coil made him feel, today’s spell practice went well, especially since he’d managed the two spells he learned in Kalimdor.

Walking by the canal late at night, feeling calm, Jesse looked at the buildings along the river.

He wanted to buy a house near the Cathedral of Light in the trade area—the north—so his mother could get to services easily.

Though it was far from the Mage Quarter, and as a warlock, he hated being close to the Cathedral of Light, the house was for his parents, not him. Their comfort came first.

But it all depended on what homes were for sale.

Jesse didn’t want to wait for a perfect house; he had enough money saved. He felt that putting it off could cause trouble, so settling his parents quickly would ease his mind.

Lying in bed that night, excited about house-hunting with the agent tomorrow, he glanced at the Quel’Thalas box under the bed—once for Vereesa to hold the Azuresong Mageblade, now full of money. He wished he could cast a sealing spell to lock it tight.

"Watch this box for me, Molofeel," he mumbled, heard the succubus agree, and fell asleep.