Dark Rites: Part One.

Dark Rites: Part One.

(This is a retelling of a story I wrote years ago. Re imagined for CVnU.)

The raven haired woman stood at the point of entry of a long forgotten domain. Monuments built by an ancient civilization for reasons that they never truly understood. Built by the hands of servitude and washed in the blood of innocence. The very creation process was of a larger design then they could even fathom, their puny mortal minds were limited by ignorance.

Under the Egyptian sun a stifling breeze blows the woman's ebony hair, teasing it wildly by the brisk desert winds. Her delicate fingers flip through the heavy pages of a book, she reads passage from it in this place. A book bound in living flesh, written by Metatron's own hand, symbols drawn with the blood of GOD. A book that took the woman ages to attain, one she was going to use in order to open a door into an abyss.

"Z'ull Kliqqat Tammazi'v." She utters the passage as she cuts open her own throat with the blade of a silver razor knife. Her blood pours freely from the flesh wound dripping into the sand beneath her feet, soaking the earth with her crimson fluid at the foot of a the great pyramid.

"Shull Kleec Naamun Naamon." She finishes the passage with a gravely voice, as the ritual is completed and the gateway begins to react. The entire pyramid glows with a celestial energy that has taken place of the structure, as it glows incredibly bright. As bright as the brightest star, and then vanishes completely leaving an enormous seemingly bottomless sinkhole behind.

And up from the deepest depths of the pit, they come. Wreathing, writhing, crawling, clawing, slithering, oozing, molting, secreting things. They pour out of the pit numbering in the thousands... Nay in the tens of thousands, from above these abominations appear as maggots pouring out of a piece of rotten meat.

Naamah smiles as she waits for the old ones to make their dramatic exits from the void within the abyss, what she desired still waited within. So she did descend herself deep within the murky depths of the pit. Down into the abysmal darkness of a titanic void. It was here in this place that she did find HIM.

Asleep upon a stone structure of colossal magnitude was the one known as Gun Thorg Uni. Her very own great, great, great grandfather. A being that was destined to one day devour the whole of her fathers creation. Under his massive slumbering form was a city made of stone, the very city that housed the tens of thousands of grotesque escapees.

Her eyes became wide as they gazed upon a creature who's very visage was known to instill madness in lesser beings. Her birthright protected her from such afflictions, as she silently traveled his domain seeking forbidden knowledge that would gain her powers beyond reason.