Khamar

“Don’t fail me, Khamar… “

“Yes, your lordship…” Khamar responded as he bowed his head lower, regarding the demonic voice coming to him from the darkness with the highest respect.

“Soon things will be ready for you in the world of mortals. The possessed human is almost done with the ritual.” Two red eyes appeared from the darkness as the daemon spoke, glaring directly at Khamar. “You are working on borrowed time, MY time… Very few mortals get a second chance like this, Khamar… see that you make it well worth my while…”

“Of course,” Khamar answered as he bowed his head once more, his entity slowly fading from the dark abyss as his spirit was pulled back into the living world.

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“Thirteen innocents…” the man muttered as he approached the stone table, gripping a large diamond in his hand. It was dripping with the fresh blood of thirteen innocent people, their bodies still lying around the room. “The body, now dead…” he continued to mumble incoherently as he eyed the skeleton lying on the table, Khamar’s corpse. “Brought back…” he whispered, setting the diamond over the chest of the rotting skeleton.

The diamond started to glow, lifting itself and hovering over Khamar’s corpse as demonic power from the other side began to intervene. The bodies around the room, including the possessed man, began to deteriorate, their flesh melting and the resulting red sludge evaporating into nothing just as fast. As this happened, blood started to flow from the diamond like a waterfall, pouring around Khamar’s corpse and turning into new flesh. As human blood and demonic power flowed through the diamond, the large stone slowly turned pitch black. Within minutes, dead bodies around the room were now reduced to dust, and Khamar’s body had been restored.

Khamar groaned, slowly sitting upright on the stone table. He opened his eyes; his right eye still lacked any color, blind as before. His left now had a red iris.

“Cold…” he thought, as he looked around the dark stone room. “Something I haven’t felt in a very long time…” Sighing, he thought back on the speech that had been given to him just moments ago.

“When you go back to the world of mortals, a black diamond will be waiting for you. That stone is what we will use to open a hole for you, a “gate way” from this world into that one. You may even continue to use it as such, using the diamond to conjure fire and lesser hell spawn should you need the aid. Bringing larger daemons through will take more power, though… you may even need to use energy from a mortal soul. Another factor in the diamonds power is the current level of “evil” in the world of mortals. If the majority of the population is leaning towards “good”, rather than evil, the diamonds power will be weaker than it would be otherwise. Promote vice and violence in any way you can, Khamar. Your continued existence may depend on it. All your power now comes from that diamond. If you are separated from it for long, or it is destroyed, your extra time may very well be up. It IS a diamond, and will not be broken easily, but you should still take great care in trying to protect it. What’s more, we may be using mortal flesh to bring you back, but your soul has existed in the darkness for some time now…your damned soul is now not much unlike that of a daemons. Holy water and religious symbols will be nothing short of intolerable to you. Avoid such things at all costs. If you fail, die again, and come back here before I send for you… then you will learn agony like you never knew existed.”

Khamar opened his eyes again after he finished reviewing the speech in his mind. Looking to his left, there was the black diamond, lying on the table next to him. Reaching out, he grinned as he lifted it and gazed into his reflection. “Mid thirties!?” he called out. “It’s not like it would have killed him to bring me back a few years younger than this” he rolled his eyes once as he moved off the stone table. “And still blind in one eye…” Stepping over dusty skeletons, Khamar pondered as he made his way to the door. “All I have to do is promote sin, and gather a soul here and there…” He muttered as he glanced to the black diamond still in his grasp. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

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