Prologue
In one of London's most elegant neighborhoods, in a respectable nobleman's mansion, but in reality nothing was as it seemed. Inside that beautiful house of 3 floors, a group of crazy people formed a cult of forgotten gods, but especially a goddess.
Between canticles in dead languages, a man in a red tunic with golden hieroglyphs embroidered in the tunic, when this man climbed onto the platform where the statue of this Goddess was, the man raised a hand and the canticles ceased.
"Today begins the year of the scorpion, and after many frauds we have found her"
The other members of the cult began to applaud the words of their leader, the ovations were of happiness. At last they could achieve their goals, the ancient gods were not dead only asleep and among them all a Goddess superior to all even to the Christian God.
"We have been waiting for a long time and we have made the great Gods wait a long time. I propose a sacrifice to quench their thirst"
"Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" the other members of the cult shouted elated
"Let's offer the boy and the girl!"
From among the hooded men, 2 half-naked women wearing Anubis masks brought a well-dressed girl and boy who appeared to be afraid. The high priestess, a woman in a purple robe and an Egyptian mask put an eye of Horus on the frightened children and the women took them to the altar where to tie them to the feet to sacrifice them and to bathe with their blood the image of that ancient goddess. And once again they began to sing in dead tongues celebrating a perfect night like this.
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Meanwhile, in a mansion on the outskirts of London. A young girl about 13 years old was sleeping peacefully in her bed, the storm outside seemed not to disturb her sleep. In the girl's room there was a portrait of her mother and also a gift from her brought from Egypt, an Egyptian cross or anj. Which according to her mother brought good luck and gave protection.
The Egyptian amulet remained in place until it strangely reversed itself and began to emanate a lot of blood from the Egyptian cross and as in a bad dream the girl woke up feeling a bad and then feel a warm and viscous liquid touching in her foot, to later realize she was blood and see the bloody wall.
"What's going on? ...I am afraid"
It was the only thing he could say, she didn't understand anything.
In another part of the manor. An old man was under the influence of alcohol and opium. The whole room smelled like opium and the bottles of liquor were everywhere, the old man was beginning to hallucinate since he was drugged y drunk. He was not the man he was anymore. Between the effects of alcohol and opium, that old man saw shadows of the past: he saw his eldest son and heir without his arm; he saw his wife in a blue dress and a look full of reproach; his eldest daughter with the dress and belly emanating blood; his other daughter who without sanity lost her beauty where she was now; and his youngest son, who had a big hole in his chest where blood came out. Everyone looked at him.
- P ... please, do not torment me anymore ... I'm sorry
The rain began to calm down, but the cult didn't. They, powerful people, nobles and very rich people. They would not make mistakes this time, they would find her, the great Goddess who would be on their side for the new regime that would rule the world.