The Primal Hunter

Chapter 890

This ritual was kind of unique in the sense that Jake didn’t really ever do these with the intent of accomplishing something specific. Okay, he knew he wanted the ritual to push some creature toward a more powerful and ”primal” Path, but he didn’t go in with any knowledge of how exactly that would look. He pretty much just went with the flow and let things play out.

In this ritual, he was trying to amplify a very specific Origin.

The heart fragment, which was the centerpiece of the ritual had belonged to a devil. A demon god. To return that to its Origin would be to return it to something closer to the Cerulean Devil. The Records of a god, especially a seemingly powerful one, would simply overshadow any related just to demons in general or anything like that.

Gazing at the ritual circle – which was more of a ritual pentagon – Jake saw everyone had gotten into position. The Demon Prince had purchased ten Crystalized Demon Lord Hearts from other Nevermore Attendees before he even approached Jake in the first place, and while Jake considered if adding his own would help, he quickly realized it wouldn’t. The ritual was made for ten hearts, and Jake also knew numbers could have some weird conceptual significance.

”Everyone, get ready. We begin in sixty seconds,” Jake spoke out to the basement as he felt the tension rise. The Demon Prince sat with his legs crossed in the center of the large magic pentagram within the pentagon, and while he put up a good front, Jake saw his nervousness. Again, pretty understandable.

Seconds ticked by as all the demons did their own final preparations. Everyone had a few potions at the ready, and all knew exactly what their roles were. The one doing the vast majority of the work was Jake, and in part, the Demon Prince, who had to endure the process of tearing his soul apart and hopefully reshaping it into something better.

”I leave my life and future in your hands, Chosen of the Malefic One,” the Demon Prince sent Jake telepathically as he took a deep breath.

Jake didn’t respond directly to him as he stood at the edge of the pentagon. ”Ten seconds.”

The tension was as high as ever as Jake said some final words of encouragement. ”Keep calm, do your jobs, and all will be fine. Seven seconds.”

Jake really wanted to say: ”You don’t have to believe in yourselves; just believe in me, who believes in you,” but he had a feeling that would have made them too confused with only a few seconds left before shit went down.

”Five.”

Taking a step forward, Jake stood at the control point of the ritual.”

”Four.”

Activating his energy, he linked up with the ritual.

”Three.”

He felt all the hearts and the Demon Prince in the center.”

”Two…”

to fully seep into the entire ritual circle

”One…”

entire ritual as Jake poured in his energy, and

”Start.”

the Crystalized Demon Lord Heart begin to crack and leak energy. Jake instantly took control of

a controlled manner. Once more, it was

energy levels of the entire ritual and basement were rising at an alarming speed, as Jake allowed none of the demonic

with energy as all of the glowing veins on his body activated, and with determination, the gem embedded in his forehead was torn out

also activated, with its function a bit different than anywhere else. It was there to keep him alive long

as he strained himself. He commanded it to move toward the center of the pentagram and toward the now floating cerulean gem. The gem didn’t even resist in the slightest as it greedily began to absorb the energy

the ninth and tenth hearts were activated. They weren’t getting drained fast or slow, and all the demon ritualists kept a steady pace as commanded,

was sitting with an empty look in his eyes as blood poured out of his forehead where the gem had been, looking almost catatonic. Yet Jake felt the demon’s consciousness still

on nicely. Jake also knew all of

time for the next part of the ritual as Jake poured in a bit of his own arcane energy. Not his Jake Juice quite yet, but just what he had initially believed he would be able to do when he originally saw the ritual. The arcane energy mixed with the

Jake felt something from the cerulean gem. He felt a sense of greed

some very fundamental sense of instinct. This gem naturally wanted to

he did, the gem risked exploding, or for the Demon Prince to be overwhelmed. He was already struggling, but Jake had to take his hat off to the Demon Prince. The guy was not considered a peak genius for nothing,

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second and a third. The hearts were emptied out one after another, crumbling into dust, and soon, the cerulean gem contained not only its own

in charge, all they would have accomplished was to infuse the cerulean gem with a fuckload of demonic energy, resulting in the body of the Demon Prince

was struggling more than ever, as all the other demon ritualists could now do nothing more than look on with expectation, fear, and doubt. The ritual

”making history” part as

next did what only he could do as he activated energy from deep within himself. A mere spark, a whisper at most. It traveled through the arcane strings he had laid down

arcane threads in the process. A second wave came soon after, as Jake felt the changes with the gem. It began to not just house the energy from the Demon

originally a damn

A heart!

fucking forehead

all the demon ritualists. The cerulean gem… which would probably be called the Cerulean Devil Heart by now, grew

in his hand, feeling it burn into his skin as he had to fight back the demonic energy. With his other hand, he quickly equipped a katar as he stabbed the Demon Prince in his heart before promptly plunging

heart as it began to attempt to pull energy from him. Not just any energy either. It wanted his Origin Energy, and just not a

had cut open to put his hand in began to close around his forearm due to the damn healing circle below them. However, before he had

it had known exactly what to do.

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