Dante walks down a long corridor leading to a big musty room. He slowly
approaches the dark opening of the room. With Rebellion on his back, he
steadily grips the hilt ready to draw the sword at any moment. Crouching
slightly, easing foot over foot, Dante peeks through the door.
In the middle of the room, there are three Shadows circling something lying on the floor. Dante squints his eyes trying to see what has these cats' attention.
Lightning strikes the floor, shattering the stone. Dante leans against the wall making sure no one sees him. Or maybe the lightning just startles him a little. Whatever it is, Dante leans back towards the opening to look again.
More lightning and thunder start to strike at the Shadows. They scramble in confusion trying to avoid the bolts. Dante laughs under his breath.
Even with all the dodging and scrambling, the Shadows are struck down. Stone dust, rubble, and the smell of cinder now fills the room.
Thinking the coast is clear; Dante tries to move into the room, but changes his mind upon hearing a couple of voices.
Two robed men appear out of nowhere, one in red and the other in brown.
"Oh, what a mess. What are we going to do?"
"."
The man in the red robe just moves towards the body on the floor.
"She wasn't supposed to be here. We need to get rid of the body."
The red robed man lifts his hand to silence his companion.
"But." his companion tries to pipe in.
"Shhhhh. I'll take care of this. Have the others prepare. and don't forget about him." The red robed man points in the direction of where Dante stands. Dante's eyes widen. He then feels a heavy object being struck at the back of his neck.
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"Asezzz. zarek. (chants)." the red robed man is standing next to an altar with the body of a naked woman. He holds his hand out, "hand me the dagger. (more chanting)." He looks over at a robed man standing next to another altar with the shackled shirtless body of a man upon it.
Chanting, the robed man grabs the arm of the man lying there and unclasps the shackles from his wrist. Another robed man leans in and places a goblet underneath the wrist. The robed man holding the wrist continues to chant. He then places a small dagger at the wrist and slices it letting blood drip into the goblet. While this is happening the red robed man is exacting the same ritual to the female at his altar. Not stopping until the goblet was full.
Soon after, they exchange goblets and continue the chant.
"Feldes de riit omnebdi quo." Both robed men tilt the goblets above the bodies on the altar. They begin to drip the blood onto the chest of their victims only placing a slight line of blood.
There are three other robed men standing around waiting for commands to be issued. As if reading minds, one robed man moves next to each altar in assistance.
"Did you find out the name of this lady?" The man in the red robe questions his companion.
The man nods, "Yes, Sir. Her name is Alma Lyn"
The red robed man looks over at the other altar and nods his head. Each assistant opens the mouth of each victim.
"Let these two, Dante Sparda and Alma Lyn, be forever entwined. Bonded by blood and soul, never to be separated." The red robed man begins to pour the blood into the mouth of Alma Lyn. While the other robed man pours Alma's blood into Dante's mouth.
After pouring the blood into Alma's mouth, the red robed man starts chanting in another language, "Jusepjeya doren tokomjate. Let there be life!" He continues to chant.
He stretches his arms above his head. Something shines. It's a dagger, but this dagger is slightly different. The blade is not solid. It is hollow from hilt to tip.
He places the dagger above the intended target and stabs right into Alma's heart.
"Hurry, hurry, we must do this quick." The red robed man holds out his hand as if waiting for something to be placed in it. His companion places a bowl in his hand.
The red robed man begins to slowly pour the contents of the bowl into the hilt of the Fewnel dagger empting it in the process. Once empty, he removes the dagger slowly from Alma's heart. Blood trickles from the tip of the dagger into the bloodied hole it left behind. He stops as if waiting. The hole starts to close as if healing at an accelerated rate. The blood that soaks Alma's chest begins to absorb itself into her body.
"Ahh, good. It worked." The red robed man says in relief. "Come. We must leave quickly. Before they wake." And with that, the place empties as soon as the last words were uttered.
In the middle of the room, there are three Shadows circling something lying on the floor. Dante squints his eyes trying to see what has these cats' attention.
Lightning strikes the floor, shattering the stone. Dante leans against the wall making sure no one sees him. Or maybe the lightning just startles him a little. Whatever it is, Dante leans back towards the opening to look again.
More lightning and thunder start to strike at the Shadows. They scramble in confusion trying to avoid the bolts. Dante laughs under his breath.
Even with all the dodging and scrambling, the Shadows are struck down. Stone dust, rubble, and the smell of cinder now fills the room.
Thinking the coast is clear; Dante tries to move into the room, but changes his mind upon hearing a couple of voices.
Two robed men appear out of nowhere, one in red and the other in brown.
"Oh, what a mess. What are we going to do?"
"."
The man in the red robe just moves towards the body on the floor.
"She wasn't supposed to be here. We need to get rid of the body."
The red robed man lifts his hand to silence his companion.
"But." his companion tries to pipe in.
"Shhhhh. I'll take care of this. Have the others prepare. and don't forget about him." The red robed man points in the direction of where Dante stands. Dante's eyes widen. He then feels a heavy object being struck at the back of his neck.
**********
"Asezzz. zarek. (chants)." the red robed man is standing next to an altar with the body of a naked woman. He holds his hand out, "hand me the dagger. (more chanting)." He looks over at a robed man standing next to another altar with the shackled shirtless body of a man upon it.
Chanting, the robed man grabs the arm of the man lying there and unclasps the shackles from his wrist. Another robed man leans in and places a goblet underneath the wrist. The robed man holding the wrist continues to chant. He then places a small dagger at the wrist and slices it letting blood drip into the goblet. While this is happening the red robed man is exacting the same ritual to the female at his altar. Not stopping until the goblet was full.
Soon after, they exchange goblets and continue the chant.
"Feldes de riit omnebdi quo." Both robed men tilt the goblets above the bodies on the altar. They begin to drip the blood onto the chest of their victims only placing a slight line of blood.
There are three other robed men standing around waiting for commands to be issued. As if reading minds, one robed man moves next to each altar in assistance.
"Did you find out the name of this lady?" The man in the red robe questions his companion.
The man nods, "Yes, Sir. Her name is Alma Lyn"
The red robed man looks over at the other altar and nods his head. Each assistant opens the mouth of each victim.
"Let these two, Dante Sparda and Alma Lyn, be forever entwined. Bonded by blood and soul, never to be separated." The red robed man begins to pour the blood into the mouth of Alma Lyn. While the other robed man pours Alma's blood into Dante's mouth.
After pouring the blood into Alma's mouth, the red robed man starts chanting in another language, "Jusepjeya doren tokomjate. Let there be life!" He continues to chant.
He stretches his arms above his head. Something shines. It's a dagger, but this dagger is slightly different. The blade is not solid. It is hollow from hilt to tip.
He places the dagger above the intended target and stabs right into Alma's heart.
"Hurry, hurry, we must do this quick." The red robed man holds out his hand as if waiting for something to be placed in it. His companion places a bowl in his hand.
The red robed man begins to slowly pour the contents of the bowl into the hilt of the Fewnel dagger empting it in the process. Once empty, he removes the dagger slowly from Alma's heart. Blood trickles from the tip of the dagger into the bloodied hole it left behind. He stops as if waiting. The hole starts to close as if healing at an accelerated rate. The blood that soaks Alma's chest begins to absorb itself into her body.
"Ahh, good. It worked." The red robed man says in relief. "Come. We must leave quickly. Before they wake." And with that, the place empties as soon as the last words were uttered.