"Now the time for us to rise my brotherhood of darkness, we shall sacrifice these children of England's foolish nobility to call upon a devil from the depths of the fire to create a new world order!" the hooded figures in the hall cheered for joy, cries were herd throughout the room. Of the members of the dark society and the children kept in cages like animals, cowering not knowing what was to become of them. Each one in a state of a-miss clothes once the finest now resembled dirty rags clung to their thin frames. Everyone was afraid not wanting to know what they did to children like them from the stories told by their parents they were usually taken and used as prostitutes, sacrifices, and slaves.
"Aaahgha!..l..LET GO...NnnnNO!" yelled a child being pulled by two of the hooded figures, struggling weakly against the grip they had on him. He was being dragged up to the alter in the middle of the hall. They were chaining him to the alter that was covered with strange runes enclosed by a ring of candles. The child of age 10 was struggling against his bounds as the other children peered on with pity and fear for the next sacrifice attempt. The older children looked on with knowing seeing what has happened before when someone was chosen to be used in an sacrifice, looking away from the alter that was slowly surrounded by the hooded cultists. Gathering in a circle surrounding the alter completely chanting as the child started to cry helplessly.
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, introibo ad altare Dei
ego vos benediction
~Ave satanas!~
We call upon you devil heed our wish an take this soul as compensation to grant our request
Oh solider of the dark under lord of hell and his seven sons
Lucifer Mammon Amodeus Satan Beelzebub Leviathan Belphegor
Embodiments of Pride Greed Lust Wrath Gluttony Envy Vanity and Sloth
Come forth and complete our biding!
The flames of the surrounding candles burst forth with a new eerier glow, as the runes became a luminescent crimson starting to slither like snakes to the center of the alter. One member brought forth a knife from his robes and aimed it directly over the sacrifices heart. Bringing it up to shove down…
"Oh no you don't Sebastian go and stop this at once!" a voice broke through the chant of the group, turning to the new comers. There at the open window stood a boy at the age of 14 dressed in royal blue with a tall man in black. Being illuminated by the silver moon in the background. Noticeably the man considerably taller than his boy master, in the black butler outfit with rich red wine eyes. Three words slipped from the man's lips
~Yes my lord~
With a gallant leap from the high placed window sill, he fluidly stepped down into a crouch then sprang up going through the crowd of cultist taking care of each on efficiently. Quickly arriving to the alter not breaking composure at all. His arm gracefully slithered around the leader's neck holding him from any movement. As the surviving cultists that were not in the path of killing watched as their leader was taken hostage, they gaped at the man in black. Everyone forgetting about the alter as it was now starting to pulse a dark aura. Then in a flash of red black smoke began to snake its way through the circle splitting into tendrils around the room. Creating a bleak pillar around the alter, keeping everything from sight..
