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DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE SIXTEEN]

HEMISPHERE SIXTEEN: EVENT HORIZONS

�Purification before revelation.� ― Sharif Khan

(THE LARGE ROOM OF THE MANSION)

Blu darts her tongue in a serpentine movement, into the tip of a knife, tasting the copper of the drop of blood, at the corner of her mouth.

The ink in her eyes deepens in intensity.

The doors of the large room slowly swing open. A hush sets in. �The shadows freeze, in anticipation.

The two beings, glowing like pale moons, survey with eyes that glow, black.

The Sorceress lifts a finger and Blu looks into a secret space, nodding her head.

The hooks and chains begin to fly.

Blood spills and screams spill out of the shadows, as beings rise, a garland or crucifixes, contorted into worshipful postures.

Sacraments of a Dark Communion.

But first they must be purified.

The magical alphabet on the face of The Sorceress begin to pulsate.