"-and as it has been spoken, and as my blood binds thee, do my bidding and so mote it be."
Mariana drew the knife across her palm and smiled as the thin line started to spill blood into the cup. Once there was a sufficient amount, she pulled her hand back and wrapped it tightly with the strips of clothe. She knew she shouldn't be doing this ritual, it was forbidden after all, but she couldn't help herself.
She wanted revenge. Revenge against all who had betrayed her. This was the day the her entire family and those pompous whores from her training school would pay for what they did. Mariana picked up the cup and added the last necessary ingredient, wolf's fang.
"There. Now drink. Once you've had your fill, do as I have commanded." she said in the most authoritative voice she could manage. She poured the blood mixture onto the pentagram slowly. She could feel the evil that was in the air. Spirits trickled out of thin air and went straight for the blood. One by one the spirits sulked off into the darkness.
She smirked as she thought of the murders that would happen this night. Her smile slowly fell as she made her way back into the city. She still had a part to play. The part of the hero that, sadly, couldn't get there in time to save them. As she reached the outskirts of the city, she felt nothing but pleasure as she saw the fires and fear spreading quickly.
Keeping her head down, she made her way towards the houses of her intended targets. Going into the house would be easy, faking the tears would be even easier. However, dragging the lifeless bodies out, would be hard.