Chapter 606

Chapter 606: Enslave the Demon

There was nothing valuable on the high platform of the second floor. It seemed that besides taking whatever food they could find in the bag to eat, they would have to go to the garden’s edge to look for something.

In Eldre’Thalas, the difference between day and night wasn’t very clear, but there was a slight change in light. It felt stronger in the garden, as if sunlight was coming in from somewhere.

After coming back from the passage, Jesse laid out the bag he and Vereesa had taken from Dethmoora’s belly, along with the satyr scrolls he brought from Maraudon.

“Saenor, come help me look at these.”

“Yes, Master!”

The imp crawled out of the bag and peeked from under Jesse’s arm. It glanced at the Dethmoora scrolls and said, “Ered’ruin writing… Honestly, Master, I can’t understand it at all. This savage language has almost no proper records, so outsiders can’t learn it.”

“I want to learn this language. Do I really have to capture a Doomguard?” Jesse asked.

Saenor looked at the other scrolls and spotted the magic circle. “You could try this. Isn’t it perfect? This circle lets you talk to other demons. I bet Dethmoora wanted this silly circle to contact Archimonde! Ha! Reaching someone as strong as Archimonde is hard, but I think calling a Doomguard should work.”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Jesse said coldly. “If you don’t understand, you don’t understand. Go sort those satyr scrolls into piles: ones you get and ones you don’t.”

“Yes, Master…” the imp said sadly.

“Now that Dethmoora’s soul shards are with me, it means she can’t be reborn in the Twisting Nether,” Jesse told the imp.

“Yes, Master,” the imp nodded, holding a parchment.

“Is the summoning spell for Dethmoora totally useless now?” Jesse asked. “Can I swap it for a spell to call other fixed demons, like changing the name?”

“No way, Master,” the imp widened its burning magic eye. “If that worked, you could summon Archimonde here just by knowing his name in Demonic? That’s crazy… Different demons, with different powers, places, or states, need different summoning spells.”

“But this spell is still for summoning Doomguards. With some tweaks, it might call other Doomguards…”

“We’ll talk about that later. Is this demon-binding circle any good?” Jesse pointed at the elven anti-demon circle scroll made by the satyrs.

“It’s useful,” the imp said. “But for a demon boss like Dethmoora, this circle seems too strong.” Jesse asked, “Are you saying the maker meant it for demons even stronger than Dethmoora?”

The imp explained, “Who knows what these Kaldorei wanted to bind? I heard in the War of the Ancients, the Burning Legion’s front had demon leaders like the Destroyer Mannoroth, and the Defiler Archimonde came down himself…”

That sounded promising. If they ever faced a demon lord like Azgath, this circle could be a backup trap.

He scratched his chin, thinking of Mor’zul’s ceremony for summoning a greater demon. This circle might help. But Jesse didn’t want Mor’zul to win so easily, so he needed to plan how to use it later. Who was Mor’zul trying to summon? Another Doomguard? Was it his idea or Dethmoora’s order? Or the Burning Legion messenger from the scroll?

Jesse looked again at the order to contact the Burning Legion messenger. He picked it up; it was all in Ered’ruin, completely unreadable.

He felt stuck by the language barrier again.

Both the scroll about Necromancers and the one on the Burning Legion messenger had lots of Ered’ruin. He wondered if Dalaran mages knew this language. Maybe Amy Malin could help find info since she joined the Kirin Tor now…

If Amy couldn’t help, he might have to try summoning a Doomguard with that Demonic Figurine. He had the demon-binding circle and enslaving magic… But he had to be careful. Doomguards weren’t ordinary demons.

Another way was to talk to the city’s Highborne for more knowledge, but that Kaldorei mage had vanished.

The rest hid either in the city’s west or behind the big door at the garden’s far end. Even with demons gone from this sealed palace, they wouldn’t come out. They seemed set on locking themselves in until ogres broke the door or satyrs killed them years later.

The demon summoning spells were unclear now after Dethmoora’s death, but the enslaving spell still worked.

With time until Mosa recovered—and no way to leave the room—Jesse could go over what he’d learned in Kalimdor.

“Give me that demon enslavement spell scroll, Saenor,” Jesse reached out.

“Yes, Master,” Saenor dragged the old satyr bark scroll to Jesse.

“Will my emotions affect these demon spells?” Jesse asked the nearby succubus.

Molofeel said, “About mortals using emotions to change magic, I only saw it clearly after meeting you, Master. It’s hard to tell without trying.”

“Then I’ll try,” Jesse glanced at Mosa sleeping soundly and Greed, then told Vereesa—busy cleaning frog guts—to take the two demons to the second floor. He walked into the passage.

At the empty high platform he’d searched with Greed before, he put a small soul shard on the ground and told the two watching demons, “I’ll summon an out-of-control Felhunter. Watch it for me. If my demon enslavement magic fails, help trap it.”

“How do I trap a Felhound, Master?” Molofeel asked. “One slip, and it’ll drain me dry. If the spell goes wrong, I’d rather kill it fast.”