My Dad's body lay on the ground, blood flowing freely from the cut in his neck. I just stared at his body that had been full of life a few seconds ago.

Suddenly, I felt a sudden surge of rage. "You Bastard!!" I cry and run towards the hooded figure.

He held out one hand and I paused in my tracks, unable to move. "What are you doing?" I ask.

He slowly lifted his hand and so did I. I gasp because I was now four feet above the ground. "Put me down!" I cry but he doesn't answer instead he lifts his hand and I continued to rise into the air.

"Put him down," A voice commanded.

"Fine," The hooded figure said and he dropped his hand. I dropped to the ground and land on my side. I cry hard as pain shot around my body.

The person who ordered the hood guy to drop me appeared from the tree. He too was wearing a dark long robe, but his face wasn't concealed.

"What is the point of killing him?" He asked. "Remember that we need him."

He was an old man whose face was already drenched with wrinkles and he had a peculiar sign on his head. It looked like a star inside a circle.

I quickly get to my feet. "Who are you guys?"

He doesn't answer but walks towards my Dad's body and carries it away.

He disappeared into the trees leaving me and the hooded guy alone.

I stare at him, the knife he used to cut Dad's throat was still clutched in his hands and I could see my Dad's blood still stained on the blade.

"Why did you kill him?" I ask tears clouding my eyes.

He looks at me. "Protocol" was all he said.

The other dude returned with a bucket filled with blood.

My Dad's blood!!

He started to draw a huge circle around us with Dad's blood and proceeded to draw a star in the middle of the huge circle. He tossed the bucket away and stared at me coldly. "Step into the circle,"

I obeyed fearfully. It took me time to realise that these guys were part of the Devil's Order. And after seeing what they did to Dad, it was best for me to do what they say without a grumble.

"Stand in the middle of the star," The old man said and I did so.

I heard rustling behind me and I glanced back and gasped. Out of the trees, six tall cloaked figures stepped appeared and surrounded the circle.

"This is the Devil's Order," I ask stupidly."Right?"

No one answers, instead the old man collected the knife from the guy who killed my Dad and wiped it clean off Dad's blood.

He stepped up to me and looked at me. My heart pounded with fear. Was this guy going to slaughter me? Questions like these ran around my head.

"Stretch forth your right hand," The old man said.

I stare at him wide eyed. This dude was going to cut my hand, so I hesitated.

The old man stared at me confused. "I said stretch forth your hand!!"

I shook my head. "No, this is all crazy!! I want to go home!"

"I'm afraid you can't," said the old man. "You have no choice."

"What?" I say. I turned around, the other hooded figures had surrounded the circle and were holding their hands.

"I'm calling the cops," I say shaking uncontrollably. I pull out my phone and cry out when it exploded into tiny pieces. I looked at the old man who had a stern look on his face.

"Stretch. Your. Hand." He uttered and I obeyed because like he said, I had no choice.

I wanted to join the Devil's Order but after seeing what they did to Dad, I was already having second thoughts.

Was it going to be worth it? If I join them I become a sorcerer or something and Mom said Dad worked with Satan.

The old man grabbed my hand and dug the knife deep into my palm and dragged it through my palm. I grimaced in pain, my palm was now overflowing with blood.

The old man clasped my palm and squeezed it while blood dripped to the ground, in a few moments the circle lit up with fire and the symbol on the old man's forehead glowed.

Then the other figures started saying this weird chant.

Their hands were raised to the sky and the flames cast a bright light on them but their faces were still hidden under their hoods. The old man too stood in front of me, his eyes were know white and his hands raised towards the sky.

"Ythgimla hairam ew reffo uoy siht yob Chad Unger ot retne ruo noitoved ginpoh taht eh lliw eunitnoc erehw sih rehtaf deppots. Eh wonk sgnoleb ot uoy, eh sgnoleb ot eht slived redro!!!" They chanted aloud and the trees shook violently.

I stood confused about what was going on. After awhile the fire died out and they stopped chanting.

The old man took my palm and muttered a few words and he let go. I stared at my palm and gasped. There was no wound, it was like the dude never sliced my hand.

"What did you do?" I asked him.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Yeah," I say panting.

"You are now an unofficial member of The Devil's Order," The old man said and one of the hooded figures handed him a small box. "You want to do neat tricks like that right?"

I hesitated in answering. The dude just healed my hand!! I bet there's more he can do than just heal hands.

"Y--yes," I stutter.

"Good," The old man grinned and opened the box. Inside it lay a blade that had the same circle with a star in the middle on the handle.

He picked it up and flashed it my face. "It's called the Oethcyte," The blade was really long and the handle was brown and had weird writings on it. "The box itself is called the Oethcox."

"What am I supposed to do with it?" I say.

The old man grins and drops the Oethcyte into the box and hand it to me. "There's a lot for you to learn, Chad."

He signalled to the other, "Evael," He said in their strange language and they turned and went disappeared into the trees.

"When your father joined the Devil's Order," The old man began. "Back in 1997, he also made a pact that his offspring would join at the age of sixteen. It was a blood pact that tied his generation to the Devil's Order, he did it because he wanted his family to prosper forever."

"What," I gasped. "I wasn't even born yet!"

The old man nodded. "Yes, your father was one of our best colleagues, he wanted The Devil's Order to be part of the family and so he signed the blood pact."

"Then why did you kill my Dad?" I say.

"Two people from the same family cannot exist in the Devil's Order, with his death you have already joined the Devil's Order. . . unofficially."

I shook my head. "I don't understand any of this,"

The old man nodded. "I understand, but your life had been tied to The Devil's Order since the day you were born.

"And now to enter officially you have to perform six blood sacrifices."

I look at the Oethcox. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you should kill six people in this town,"

"You want me to kill someone!"

"Not someone. Six people."

This was already too crazy for me to handle. "What if I refuse to join?"

The old man folded his hands. "Then you die."

I swallowed hard. This was actually serious. My father initiated me to The Devil's Order before I was born, I was already bound to them in soul and body.

"You must get the blood of six people before the new month and when you are done you must draw our symbol," he pointed to the circle on the floor. "And drop the Oethcyte in the middle of the star."

"Wait, I have to get the blood of six different people on the blade?"

The old man nodded.

"But is it necessary that they die?"

The old man nodded.

"Shit," I muttered.

"Remember do it before the new month," The old man said. "If not you loose your life."

He turned to leave and the circle on the ground disappeared. "Wait!" I call to him. "Do you guys work with the Devil?"

He laughed. "Just because we call it The Devil's Order doesn't mean we work for the Devil."

"Then who do guys work for?" I ask.

"Someone the Devil himself is scared of."