Soul Riders
Prologues

    For anyone who does not believe, the existence of the devil is very real. Don't think about nonsense, a flock of birds and a row of trees might even testify. They're not untouchable

man, but his existence can only be felt through the eyes of magic. Being invisible doesn't mean that there never was. Like the whirring of the wind, like the air drifting, like the expanding scent, or like the thumping of grief and the gushing of anger. Again, they are real! Satan is never really far, without realizing it, its dimensions coexist with the human world — without distance.

    That night it rained heavily, the sound of thunder jolting the hearing, the wind even intervened to shake whatever passed by him. The sound of geckos unpretentious to each other intensifies the gloom. Most people would choose to hide behind rolls of blankets, giving up their consciousness on a dreamland full of warmth, but not with the girl. Horror will arise in anyone who dares to look into his round eyes, the light blazes, formed by a burning desire of anger. His father's face was drowned by wrath.

    After making sure no one was awake but him, he began to execute a plan. The only connecting door to the outside world he closed, and tightened it with a latch, so that now total darkness eats him. The glow glow finally appeared when he ignited a small flame on the dozens of candles around him, although the only ones formed were dim incandescent. In front of him was a cup that contained various kinds of flowers, then a form of small distinctive smelling objects that emitted smoke, a cup of black coffee that began to cool, and a glass of fresh black chicken blood. He sat down cross-legged, starting to close his eyes. His physique weakened, having previously fasted for thirty days in a row without stopping, and when breaking the fast was only bland food without the condiments he ate, but his determination was as strong as steel and his desire was as tough as rocks. His lips moved in a rhythm that slowly began to speed up, chalking out arrays of words of some sort of mantra.

    A few minutes passed without anything happening, other than a gelledeg in the air that was still thundering. Within

the solitude of his lips continued to mutter, while his soul slowly began to melt into the power of his spell. He felt bound and more excited — for the sake of the sown in his heart realized. He is even willing to do it if it takes all night or more than that. Sitting is getting vertical and fervent in the dimness and increasingly concentrated cold.

    Full of amazement and horror he then lowered his head full of respect to the figure of a taper-horned giant who has wings on both sides of his back. His tongue stretched out and split in two like a snake and the tips of his fingers and legs were long tapered. The power of darkness emerged from behind the wall that immediately turned into a kind of gate with a long dark passage that seemed endless. In that instant, too, in subjugation, the girl declared herself to be in alliance with him. A deal is made, the giant who is none other than the devil promises to fulfill any request of the girl.

    Unfortunately, the round-eyed girl had no idea about the devil. The feeling of victory that he got now, was just a moment's satisfaction before finally turning into a calamity that turned against him. He forgot about his creation role as a human being, that there are boundaries that should not be broken. When he realized, it was too late. Wherever he set foot, the power of darkness will continue to cling to him like gum. He cannot change what has already begun. The pact with the devil had ensnared his soul into eternal darkness.