Dantalion of the Goetia: The Summoning - Page 31/67

"It's not just the powers. I don't think I could ever be like him," Rowan twisted the medallion nervously around his neck.

Levi half smiled, trying to balance Rowan's emotions…keeping his thoughts in check. With so much power rested responsibility… the ability to change the destiny of many. "Remember Master Rowan… he was both angel and demon. His conscience was never truly clear… you, on the other hand, will master the powers entrusted to you in no time."

"Yea, you're right. I should get outta here…maybe brush up on the grimoire," Rowan scooped the ancient book up in his claws.

"Guard the book with your life," Levi reminded him. "An early snow has come to the borders of Goetia… you may want to put on something warm."

Rowan stared at his half demon form, the razor like claws of his hands and feet reminded him what he was. His dark eyes met Levi's in a stare.

"What did he think of his demon form? Takes some getting used to huh?"

"Lord Dantalion was comfortable in his true demonic form. He used his powers of obsessive lust to his advantage… although, if you ask me, I think he rather preferred angelic… you know, supernal powers and such."

"Guess it's what you make of it," Rowan smirked, grabbing a fur throw from beside the hearth.

Rowan exited Dantalion's chamber, passing down the stone hallway. Each sigil etched into stone reminded Rowan of how many brethren demons still had to wait their time here. He approached the North gate, eyeing the master sigil.

"Must have been a hell of lot easier to just wield fire….here we go…."

Rowan drew his claws over the seal on his arm, his blood the key to exiting the Realm. A dusting of snow settled over the forest, the only sound Rowan heard was his breathing. He gripped the grimoire closer, exploring the boundaries that separated him from his old world.

"I never noticed how hidden this place was right outside the Courtyard boundaries," Rowan mumbled, surveying the miles of woods ahead.

"Gotta develop some new powers. Shape shifting isn't gonna help me take on these sons of bitches… I need to wield fire… heal, oh yea… and feed."