SalivaSpittingWorm

Hello, everyone. This is very side project. I've kind of started to get stagnant with my motivation in my other stories and haven't managed to distract myself in any way yet. So I thought maybe starting to write something new and fresh would give me a little kick. I'm afraid you can't expect frequent updates, but still thank you all for reading and feel free to leave feedback. I'll be glad to.

Sinerman mansion - Basement

Aren turned towards the door and left Velica alone for a moment. Eventually, she had nowhere and no way to escape. Slowly, he walked up the stairs and grabbed the door handle. Apparently, he started to open it, but as if someone had suddenly struck it, the door handle was ripped from his hand, and the door slammed shut again.

"What?" Aren frowned, concerned. He pressed the handle again, but this time he couldn't move the door even as he braced himself against it with all his strength.

As he was so denied, the door suddenly eased open. Aren hadn't expected it, so he flew away from the door and fell halfway back down, rolling the other half. Luckily, Aren was resilient, and falling was one of the first things he learned at the academy, so he made it through without hurting himself more.

"Damn!" He groaned as he picked himself up off the ground and looked up the stairs where the door was wide open. He made his way up again with his weapon at the ready. The red blade pulsed slightly with red light like a beating heart, and Aren's hand trembled slightly, not out of fear but because he felt his spiritual power was still impaired as if he had failed to connect with all his spirit beasts.

As his foot touched the last stair, the door slammed shut on its own again. "'Enough! Who's doing this!?" Aren barked, running over to the door and swinging his weapon to destroy the door, but the door was sneaky and burst open again, and Aren managed to grab the wall this time, or he would probably fall down again.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The door quickly went crazy and opened on its own and slammed shut again. Aren looked at them worriedly when he noticed something else.

He stared into the hallway beyond the door, and a chill ran down his spine. Something was coming down the hallway towards the door. Each time the door slammed and reopened, the creature was closer and closer.

The creature was shrouded in a milky white haze while its face was immersed in the darkness of the hood, and all that could be seen were two glowing eyes, the color of cyanide.

Aren's eyes widened in shock as he realized what was coming towards him. He jumped to the door the moment it slammed shut again and slammed into it with full force to keep it from opening again.

Then he put one hand to his nose, fingers raised. "Sita! Come to me!" He called urgently.

He felt the tattoo on his back move, and a cloud rolled out of his back and rose above his head, turning into a small three-tailed fox.

The fox was small, and its fur was a combination of white and black. The large orange eyes gave it a cute look, but the fox itself looked rather angry. Its fur was a little wild, and it moved on its own as if it was underwater.

"What?" the fox named Sita asked, and his voice didn't sound cute at all. It was the voice of a grown man.

"Sita, not now! We're dealing with a feral spirit! Seal the room, now!"

Sita the fox snorted and began to wag his three tails. "No, Sita! This is a ghost with a human form; you have to do your best!"

Sita stopped wagging his tails and stared at Aren for a second before his entire form crumpled and changed back into the form of a cloud. It then grew larger, and a new creature emerged from the cloud. This time it looked like part fox and part human. However, he was still small in stature like a twelve-year-old child and wore a black and white kimono.

"Aren! What happened to your spiritual power? I'm stuck halfway!" Half-fisted Sita complained, but he was already working on the seal. He linked all his fingers together, and when he pulled them apart, red glowing strings stretched from his fingers, which he then began to assemble and join into a cube with quick movements. Sita's deep orange eyes focused sternly on his task.

"Later!" Aren replied, jerking in fright when he heard someone knock gently on the door he was leaning against. Aren knew very well that the ghost was just messing with them and had no problem walking through the door as it was.

"Done!" Sita called out, tossing a cube made up of red strings into the air, which suddenly grew larger and expanded until it covered the entire room. The basement looked like it was covered in a red luminous net.

Aren sighed and stepped carefully away from the door, descending the stairs backward. The door didn't open by itself again, and no one knocked. "What did you do?" Sita asked, tucking his hands into his wide sleeves and looking very stoic despite his height and appearance.

"Hiccup!" His ears perked up when he heard the hiccup, and he turned around, only to see the scared and chained girl.

"Velica Stragos. The youngest daughter of the Stragos family. Chained, terrified, in a dark cellar," Sita spoke slowly and turned to Aren, his orange eyes very cold.

"What did you want to do?" he asked.

Aren returned the look and folded his arms across his chest. "You know very well what," he replied without regret.

Sita shook his head. "You've really lost your mind," he sighed. "Never mind. What about that ghost? It can't come to us at the moment, but we can't go out either."

Aren looked up at the door and lifted his lip in annoyance. "Hell, I don't know. It's definitely a Higher Spirit. We can't deal with one of those. At the very least, it takes a Second Tier Spiritualist, or more likely a Third Tier. Novices like us don't stand a chance," Aran lowered his red eyes and sighed.

He didn't believe that Sinerman's mansion was cursed, which was why he dared to use this place. He had no idea that such a powerful spirit resided here! Why hadn't someone captured it long ago, or at least banished it back to the spirit world? This was beyond his comprehension. It had been made clear among his first lessons with the theory that free spirits were not to be allowed to roam the earth among the living.

The damage these wild creatures could do was too great. So as Spiritualists, they had to capture these creatures to make a contract with them or at least drive them back to where they belonged if not directly destroy them.

Everyone in the area knew Sinerman Manson and all the various rumors about this place. You'd think the mansion would have been checked out by now. Plus, as a historical landmark, it was undergoing regular inspections and repairs. No reports of a feral ghost.

"It's probably only been here for a while. There's no way that the ghost won't be noticed for a long time," muttered Aren, who had convinced himself that the Higher Spirit had only been here for a short time.

"So we'll just have to wait for rescue," Sito nodded, but his beard twitched when he saw Aren looking at him hesitantly. "No?"

Aren scratched the back of his head and admitted more bad news. "We're at Sinerman's mansion. No one's coming."

Sito rolled his orange eyes. "By all Yam's balls!" Sita swore a peppery curse that made Aren wince. Sita didn't swear very often.

Desmond was having fun. Normally, she didn't bother scaring people, but that was only because most of them didn't even enter the mansion, and the ones that did try got scared of themselves and ran off before she could really try to do anything.

Just the slamming of the door made the human male afraid. Des didn't need to see it; she could feel it. Though his fear was much less than the girl's.

She then floated out the door to give Aren a small shake. As the young man held the door closed, she began to knock on the door in amusement, wanting to walk through, but something stopped her.

"Hmm?" She made a surprised sound and examined the door. Des tried going through the wall, but that didn't work either. She tried from all directions, but instead of going through like she usually did, she hit something solid.

Des ran her hand over the wall, wondering if she should try to force her way in. She immediately dismissed it again. She didn't want to destroy her home. But she was ecstatic. This was something new and different! She couldn't get through! How exciting!

Desmond moved back to the door she had been hovering in front of and waited patiently. She knew she would have to come out sooner or later. People needed to eat and drink. They wouldn't find any of that in the basement. Maybe if they tried to eat spiders. Des also wondered if the man named Aren would kill the girl.

Des couldn't help but smile slightly.