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DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE FIFTEEN]
HEMISPHERE FIFTEEN: A WAVE OF MENACE
“The universe rewards those willing to spill their life's."— Sindri
(ROAMING THE HALLWAYS AND CORRIDORS OF THE MANSION)
A well put together gent, wearing a sweater vest and glasses, with a pen in his pocket, walks down the hallway, lost in thought.
Around the corner, Jackie and Blu walk next to one another, empowered by the other side of apathy.
Jackie is the first to see the gent, who is aghast at the curiosity before him:
Her face is imprinted with a witches alphabet, in pulsating blue veins, sleek.
“The Sorceress.” The man said, as though a force was speaking through him.
At the sound of the words, Blu tilts her head, wandering corridors of thought.
Seemingly having an instantaneous aptitude in torment, The Sorceress raises a hand, summoning a legion of hooks and chains from the shadows, sending them racing down the hallway.
The first hook removes the man’s genitals, dripping blood with the presentation of a culinary delight.
Blu tilts her head to other side, black eyes vibrating with information uptake, lips a flat line, crackling with a violent potential for the dark arts of menace.
They stand over the man, collapsed in the screams of agony.
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