Lord Balthazar: A Short Story

“With that glorious incantation, you now have the right to claim the demon’s soul in your father’s stead.” “I don’t want a demon’s soul my Lord. All that I want is for you to bring back my father who was unjustly beaten in this contest.” “I don’t possess the means to bring back your father, young man but perhaps Balthazar does.” “Lord Balthazar, please bring back my father.” Pleaded Seth. “If it pleases Lord Nightburn, I will.” “I direct you to do so, Lord Balthazar.” Moving forward from where he had been sitting, Balthazar stood over Sir Faine and began cantillating his necromantic scripture denying the grim reaper, collector of souls, his victim during which the knife withdrew itself from Faine’s chest, floating into his hand.
“My Lord, the army from Parsis has arrived and they are preparing to attack at this very moment.” Not surprised by the forthcoming news, Nightburn did not hesitate to issue his orders. “Have Captain Bishop meet with me in my room after he has assessed the enemy’s forces. Tell him to make our troops ready.” The guard bowed and swiftly departed. Reestablishing his train of thought, he then broke the orb and directed the demon soul to
Faine. It was a powerful demon soul who introduced himself to him and Faine as Torkonis, Lord of Fire. Nightburn thought it ironic that Faine, a fire mage, and who had used that very ability to defeat Sir Rogsworth would receive a demon mastering in fire, was very fitting. They should be perfect for each other in every way. Blood mingling with blood sealed the demon’s pact with Faine whose magical powers would soon prove most terrifying. “Tell me, Sir Faine, how does it feel to have all of that energy coursing through you.” “It feels remarkable, Lord Nightburn.” “Do you feel well enough to go into combat