Cameraman Never Dies-Chapter 106: The legend of a spirit who faceplanted through dimensions

Judge watched the crack, the corners of his vision suddenly turned into a purple hue. Slowly, two menacing purple glows appeared inside the crack that had been carefully created with the ether inside his wand.

Even though several weeks had passed since the wand catalyst was made, there was only a small amount of ether inside it because, believe it or not, his personal studio could not provide enough ether to recharge any catalyst since there was only enough ether to hold the place still. And putting the wand there was not the best choice.

Judge watched as two pale hands reached out and grabbed the edge of the crack that seemed to be leading into utter darkness. Slowly, cold air started to seep out along with the ferocious ether that was already getting out.

Soon, the head, along with the whole body, became visible. The figure looked human, he had hair that was dark but shined blue under the moon’s light, and his eyes were sharp. The whole body was extremely pale and thin, but not thin enough to show any signs of malnutrition.

Contrary to his chilling entry, he fell flat on his face as soon as he exited the crack and the crack closed. He was trying his hardest to breathe, making Judge, who was filled with excitement and anticipation, rethink his life choices.

After a while of embarrassing silence, the spirit dusted himself off the ground, stood straight, and cleared his throat before speaking. "You called me, Master?" He curled his right hand into a fist, placed it on his chest, and kneeled in front of Judge.

Judge looked intensely at the spirit in front of him, the spirit had very little ether that anyone looking could tell that it was just a weak spirit. But weak spirits could not manifest in such detailed physical forms.

Despite the fact that it could appear in human form, there was also another fact that made Judge think that this was not a low-level spirit that its ether volume shows to be.

There was something, something sinister hiding behind that mask of a human body, a menacing presence that could make anyone cover in fear.

"Who are you?" Judge could not hold back the question.

"I am your humble and loyal servant, one of the Seraphim, Solarae."

That answer was not something he expected out of a spirit with a presence that was menacing. So it was something to do with himself, there was more to him than just being a reborn child. He could feel that they both still had not returned to the material world, otherwise, his mother’s gaze would return.

"Who am I?" The question was asked taking into consideration the fact that the spirit seems to know something about him that he himself did not know.

"I do not know."

"What?!"

Solarae looked up to see the surprised face of his master, "Master it is not as if my being do not know, but I have sacrificed my memories and most of my power to heed your call."

Judge quickly regained his composure, "Explain." He said with a calm, but commanding tone.

"Master, you only provided enough ether for a weak sealer to come through the gate you created, but I had to come since I have the most compatibility with you, so I had to sacrifice my power enough to fit the weak summoning, but loosing too much power would affect my existence, so I had to sacrifice most of my memories too.

"But I could recall them slowly as time passed, along with my powers. Rest assured master. The only memories I have are some basic knowledge and everything I just mentioned."

Judge sighed, isn’t this too much? He calls me master, I asked... no, commanded for a servant when I summoned the spirits, even though I do not know why. Did I go to the spirit world before? No, I don’t think so. And what was that thing about the spirits being sealers?

Ah yes! I called them servants who sealed the gods, what does that even mean? Are they the ones who sealed the gods away from the mortal realm? Melina said something about the dragons making a deal with the gods four thousand years ago in the... umm... Aetus Custodias? Custodis?

He sighed, there were more questions than answers, and even if he found answers to most of these questions, he knew for a fact that t he would only end up with more questions.

He sighed again, but this time, with a new purpose in mind. "Can you change forms?" He asked Solarae.

"Yes!"

"Good, change into a lower leveled sealer, and they are called spirits nowadays. And try your hardest to remember your memories. Your first job would be to keep an eye out for anyone who comes near my room when I am in my bed."

"Yes, master."

Judge nodded, and Solarae rose from his kneeling position. Just as he did, Judge could feel the gaze of his mother on him again, but she did not knock on his door. Instead, she retracted her gaze and went away.

As expected, she was here only to ensure my safety. He could not help but smile.

With everything in place, and a low level spirit watching over him, Judge felt confident to head out. But he could do that tomorrow, today, he had to finish the recordings given by Lucifer and Gabriel.

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He changed into his pajamas and headed for the bed, immediately soul-traveling into the studio since he still hadn’t managed to order a mannequin that was as hard as a dragon. In order to act as a clone.

After being seated on the grand throne with a high backrest inside the grand but enclosed throne room. He started to take a look at the recording he had put on hold, starting with Lucifer’s records.

Just as he was about to start, he noticed something. The order in which Lucifer provided his recordings was not chronological like how everyone, including him, usually provided. There was just one scene that he had placed at first, it must be important, Judge thought as he watched the scene.

It was of an assassin taking up a commission to kill his sister.