"Willow Tree Woods, a place overgrown with willow trees." Repeating her words, Damien asked, "So what level of Fiends live in this fourth territory?"
"I don't know. There is not even a single record about them in any related books in our Association archive" Pondering, Olivia Quinelly further added. "However, when I was once with the leader, Big Sister Lunar ntioned the existence of seven powerful beings residing with the Willow Tree Woods. Even more strange is, none of them belongs to Fiend species." She then nudged him softly and said, "Alright, aren't we here to harvest so Shadow Stones. Let's go,"
Olivia had already treaded over an eighty foot with just three steps. Sensing that Damien was still standing there looking at the only tree, she asked, "Are you chickening out?" with a playful grin.
"Never!" Damien responded. "Just give a few more minutes."
'What's he up to again?' she gazed at him, blinking her eyelashes.
In the anwhile, Damien was also communicating with Cynthia. "Are you sure this is going to work?" he asked telepathically in his head.
"Yep! According to the data I receive as the Unholy System's sole guardian, this tree is called Satanic Apple tree. You can offer five drops of your Satanic Essence Blood while reciting a ritual in exchange for all of its fruits." Cynthia repeated again with a serious expression.
"Good to know. What if I snatch all of its fruits without offering my blood?" asked Damien.
"Nothing much you'll face its wrath and probably beco its fertilizer along with your pretty dwarf. Remind this, that tree must be the reason behind all those white bones scattering all over the horizons." Cynthia said with a scoff and disappeared from within his ntal palace.
"You an this plant has sothing to with those Fiend species?" Damien asked. However the latter had already entered her silent stupor. Instead a familiar dinging tone chid in his head. Ding!
[Satanic Chant!]
As he clicked it with his thought, he heard a sonorous eerie-sounding hoarse voice singing a certain folk song. It sounded very disturbing and also enchanting at the sa ti. ticulously, he listened to it, with the fear he might lost even the rhythm and this continued for the next three minutes.
After that, Damien trained himself by imagining in his head. Soon, he walked toward the tree confidently. Seeing that, Olivia appeared in front of him, blocking his path. "No! I forbid you from going even one step more closer to that Curse Tree."
"Stand back, woman. I know what I'm doing." Damien tried to push her beside. However, Olivia was way stronger to even budge a little bit. She hugged him tightly, touching her face over his belly considering her short stature and said coquettishly while sobbing, "I'll walk in fire and hell for you, but please stop this madness. Since you're new here you don't the legend of that Curse Tree. Forget about you, even Big Sister Luna once obstinately walked about a fifty yards closer to it and she almost lost her life. You know what she ntioned about it,"
"Oh, what is it?" Damien wished to know more.
"This thing didn't belong here. Never even thought of going near it even in your dream. It's a bane to life!" Olivia said shivering as her skin turn pale.
"Alright, I understand. But I'm not your Sister Luna. I've my ans. And believe Oli, I don't have any plan dying here." Then he added jokingly. "Rember after leaving this place, I've my obligation to bed you in this form and make you cry underneath with satisfaction." Landing a kiss over her forehead, he flapped his pair of bloody-red bat-like wings and took his flight toward the tree.
Olivia raised her hands to catch his legs but stopped midway with the decision that if sothing bad happened to him then she would follow his path to the damnation. After all these days, she now realized she could hardly imagine a day without him. Dropping her arms down, she looked at him anxiously.
After Damien was within the fifty yard proximity of the tree, it shocked, shuffling all the leaves facing Damien as if it was ready to attack him. However, it stopped, feeling the familiar aura exuding from Damien.
Damien stopped just near to it and started reciting 'Satanic Chant' exactly in the sa manner he heard a mont ago. And it went perfectly as the tree had gotten enchant by his performance. By the ti, the mnemonics ended, he pulled out a cup and bit his right palm and let his blood dripped into it, drop by drop.
With each drop landed on the cup, the tree began to sway more and more as if it was in a happy mood.
After ten drops, he halted, healing his palm instantaneously. Then he spoke in Satanic tongue, "Oh, sage tree, I'm offering my ten drops of Blood containing my Purest Unholy Essence to you as our first greeting and in exchange I want you to give all your fruits."
The tree stopped swaying and rustled, telepathically speaking in his head, "I can give you half of my fruits. Please, it took three epochs to bear them."
Instead of arguing, Damien poured a drop of the blood from the cup and said, "Then consider this as my goodbye." Then he turned around to leave.
Absorbing the drop of blood, "Well, I agree," the Tree spoke into his mind.
Damien continued flying toward Olivia without looking back.
"Wait, young Master!" the Tree spoke again.
Turning lazily, Damien said, "Alright, then I'll now offer you four more drops for all the fruits. This is my last condition."
The tree swayed twice and responded, "Alright, I concede. If you don't mind, I'll offer you one of my roots for the remaining drops."
"Your root, I don't think it's worth five drop of my Satanic Blood." Damien said trying to learn the secret of the root.
"Young master, the root is the foundation of a tree. You can use it grow another in whatever place you deem fit." The Tree explained.
"Well, then have your way." Damien tossed the cup toward the tree which the latter extended a branch and swallowed it mysteriously. Then it began swaying rapidly side by side. Even the ground shook vigorously as over three thousands of silvery apples were tossed toward him and there was also a hair like grayish root about five inch long which landed nimbly on his palm.
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