His eyes focused harder. The sleek black fur rustled in the midnight breeze. The moon had been innocuously muted of late. The kingdom festivities had come and gone. The new heart beat within the kingdom's breast.
He cleared his throat as best as possible. It was no use. The blade was still uncomfortable.
A mixture of blood and exhausted air escaped the fresh incision across the servant's throat.
A pair of long ear's perked up ensuring complete secrecy. With that, he confidently incanted.
[align=center]The first bowl on the earth
The second bowl on the sea
The third bowl on the rivers
The fourth bowl on the sun
The fifth bowl on the beast
The sixth bowl on the stars
The seventh bowl on the air
And the earth turned grey
The sea turned black
The rivers turned red
The sun turned cold
The beast turned pale
The stars turned fast
The air turned to poison[/align]
Nothing.
The small congregation of concealed faces watched and felt for a shift or change in the air, only to be stand impatiently unsatisfied.
The skulking figure at the altar stood on it's hind feet. A toothy grin glinted menacingly at the humanoid figures.
'...She will come...and with her comes the rebirth...'
In unison the small conclave spoke
[align=center]Eia, ergo, Advocata nostra,
illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte.
Et Iesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui...
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'It is done.'
S
[con't]
_________________ The general who advances without seeking fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect his country and do service for his sovereign, is the jewel of his kingdom. -Sun Wu
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