It was unusually quiet in the temple.
Granted, there was always an air of silence, out of respect for their Dark Father, but tonight the sheer lack of sound seemed almost surreal. As she sat in contemplation, Yegtresta could have sworn she heard her own organs working. Every breath she make seemed like a focused gust, her little movements making sounds that echoed in the Stygian halls. This was the kind of advanced levels of quiet that weren't normally possible, not under these conditions anyways. Truly, this was another example of His powers. Yegtresta wanted to stop what she was doing entirely, and simply bask in the pure bliss.
And then she sneezed, ruining the mood and snapping her back to reality. In a brief panic, she made a quick mental prayer to the Divine Essence that she might not be stricken down for this insolence, and reached in her bag for her necessary tools. On the other lands, where the mundanes lived, they would use candles for this sort of thing, but those types of fires wouldn't light here. Yegtresta grabbed a potassium tub and dropped a pinch of water on it, promptly causing the whole thing to burst into a purple flame. Having done this sort of thing several times before, she pulled out the chalk and drew the necessary sigils, priding herself at getting most of the circles looking like reasonable circles. Now, it was time for the prayer
"O Dark Father
Bringer of desolation and glory
Hallowed be thy virtue
Thy kingdom come
Darkness come in the name
Of the most prudent light of reason
Grant us in this time of need
Victory over our spiritual affliction
And strike down our foes
As they would strike us down
Lead us not into vanity
But deliver us from flesh
Nema"
The most important part was out of the way. She did another obligatory blood offering, cutting a bit deeper than she meant to, and extinguished the Black Flame with a special ritual incense. This sort of thing was supposed to be holy, but considering how much it stank up the place, Yegtresta wondered how the hell the forces of the Divine enjoyed it. Another theological mystery, she supposed.
With an ejaculation from her underbelly pores, she mixed the fluid resulting with the blood and burnt incense. This would complete the offering. With a final "Naamah Nahemoth Nahema, Liftoach Shaari ha-Sitra Ahra! ", she threw her hands up in the air.
It was now complete. She packed up her tools, left the mixture there to be absorbed by the Dark Father, and slithered out of the temple. Yegtresta was confident she had done her part. Now she need merely wait for Him to reciprocate, one way or another...
