In Another's Shoes
Sequel to It Takes a Village
PROLOGUE
October 31, 2023
The heavy metal clinked loudly as the bloody wrist struggled to free itself yet again. But the struggle was futile and had been for hours as somewhere in the distant darkness a clock struck a quarter before midnight. A soft sobbing erupted from the limp fragile body of a young woman in chains next to a struggling Dervin.
"Damn it, Halliwells! Come on!" Dervin knocked his head back into the rock holding him prisoner as he glared at the rock ceiling with begging eyes. Fighting against his chains he tried to comfort the crying girl without success.
"Don't worry, they'll come. They always come." Dervin soothed.
"How do you know?" The girl sobbed at him, her dark red curls falling over her delicate face.
"Let's just say, I've been here before. They've done some remodeling since the last time." Dervin tried to keep his voice jovial and light as his green eyes darkly surveyed the ancient throne room. Candles burned everywhere but the room remained dark and ominous. Cloaked figures stood shoulder to shoulder in two straight lines, the guard for the descending great power. A cold shiver shook Dervin as his green eyes caught sight of a sinister looking bald man in a red cloak with scarred hands. The bald man had his back to the prisoners and his head was bent slightly as he appeared to be studying a dark book resting on a podium in front of him.
"We must perform the human sacrifice before the ceremony." The bald man commanded the sea of dark shrouds. Four figures stepped out of the ranks and walked towards Dervin and the crying girl. With brute strength and ceremonious manner the faceless robes carried a struggling Dervin and a limp crying girl to a stone table were their shackles were replaced. In a quickness hidden by darkness the life left the two bodies and blood trickled off the edges of the stone as the clock began to strike the midnight hour. The dark priest muttered an offering to spirits of evil as the ritualistic chanting began. A couple of cloaked figures entered the chamber; both cloaks strutting down the guarded path to their dark destiny. With each clock chime, a step was taken so that by the end of the striking hour the couple was standing directly in front of the bald man with the scarred hands and the black book.
"May the world's evil flow through your soul tonight and grant you eternal dark. Are you prepared to take the power and position of the Source before these leaders of the underworld?" The dark priest held his palms up towards the couple standing before him.
"Yes." Nemod's voice shook the throne room.
"Let you drink the blood of your enemies and may you defeat them," The dark priest conjured a cast iron chalice by snapping his fingers and held out the offering to taller hooded figure. Nemod received the chalice and as he tipped the glass up his hood fell revealing his once handsome face, a scar now running across his right cheek. Leaving a drop, he turned to his companion and held out his offering. Two dainty pale hands received the chalice and in the same movement that had revealed the new source her hood fell to her shoulders and a gasp escaped a surprised young man.
Author's Note: I know this took longer than everyone anticapated (even myself) but it is here now! And I promise the plot problems are going to be worth the wait, because this story is going to twist and turn all over the place. I am going to be posting the new first chapter on Wednesday afternoon, and the second chapter by Friday... so anticapate. Please note that some of the new chapters will have parts from the old chapters but thus far I have worked some old important parts into the new chapters. REMEMBER if you want to know when chapters are going up, how the writing process is going, what the next chapter is titles, or such things follow me on twitter - Laces716.
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