Soulbama: Beginnings- Part 5

“So I have to kill Ampstein, an ancient warrior god…” Barack continued. “With what means?” Ugomu gestured to the many relics lining the deep red walls of the ritual chamber, “That is the interesting part, my friend. It will not be easy, but there is a way. He resides in Hell, far beyond the reaches of your mortal hands. But, if there were a way to bring him here…hmm.” As Ugomu pondered, all of the books in the chamber began to float in the air, making their way towards him. In an instant the pages flipped open and presented themselves to Ugomu, before being discarded upon not having the information he desired. He continued doing this with batches and batches of ancient mystical texts, and long forgotten scrolls, until finally one of them caught his attention. It spoke of a spell that was capable of transporting any being to any place, regardless of if they were willing or not. “Perfect.” Ugomu exclaimed, continuing to read. “It will not be easy to cast, but I can do it. Now, as for you. As part of Ampsteins divine punishment, he was given a weakness, something none of the other gods have. This weakness will allow you to destroy him, and your wishes will be granted. To harm the god, a ritual must be performed. A pretty standard one. But with one catch. A human sacrifice must be executed in Ampsteins presence. With their blood on your hands, you will be able to wound him, and finish the job.” With this news Barack’s expression grew solemn, however his determination shined through. He knew that he would have to make sacrifices and difficult decisions to achieve his goal. He would do whatever it takes. No matter the cost.

To be continued…