Chantry:An endowment to cover expenses for the saying of masses and prayers, usually for the soul of the founder of the endowment; an alter or chapel endowed for saying such masses and prayers.
A chantry is a gathering point for collaborating sorcerers, often at the site of Holy Ground, or an area that provides some degree of shelter and security. While a chantry may conceivably be a cave, part of a forest, or some other natural location, they are typically buildings that were specifically designed as haven for magic users or have since been dedicated to that purpose. Chantries are often heavily protected by means both mundane and magical, and entrance may only be granted to members of a particular magical society. Thus, wars between rival groups of sorcerers often involves seeking out and attempting to destroy such locations, while others seek to infiltrate a chantry in order to seize any magical lore and artifacts that may be within.
House De Hex is a notable chantry which has also been cleverly disguised as a Upscale Estate of Residence for the Lady of Endless Chaos herself. The Crimson Queen of Endless Darkness, the Matron Mother of Debauchery, the one and only Naamah. 2nd born of the first 13, and the true power in this or any Universe in the matters of divine Arcane.
Located in Bedford, New York, this inviting dwelling is home to a family of powerful entities belonging to a secret order of mystics known only as The Inner Circle. Designed from a combined effort byMichelangelo,andMimar Sinan.Naamah traveled back in time to fetch these most famous Architects,due to a love of their works.The Dwelling features many rooms and many floors, which are hidden by means of magic. To the everyday man and woman this rather large upscale home, is beautiful and completely normal, albeit extravagant.
This is a record of my brood; The vampires of Ravens landing that I have taken under my wing. My Vampiric children that I have adopted, hear about them from their own words. For I haven't the time or the patience... Respectfully yours - Naamah.
As told by Anthony Detonas - Beauty in Death
So, I am too explain myself to you? How gauche. Oh, well, noblesse oblige and all that. I am the son of nobles, French men and women who dedicated themselves to supporting the arts and the people. They gave their all for the masses, and were repaid in blood. It was the Revolution which they supported and the Revolution which killed them. I shall assuredly not make the same mistake.
I was rescued from the guillotine by Ennoia, who had seen my sculptures in the past, and hoped to keep me alive to make more. We fled France and went east, first to Venice and then to Rome. We eventually went our separate ways, and I began to seek a new place to live. The Revolutions which shook Europe and the freedom movements in Italy kept these lands from being any place for a true artiste, so I left and came to America, hoping for a land free from war.
The "Civil" war dashed these hopes. I left that madness and went as far north as I thought I could without entering the lands of the damned British. I thought Ravens Landing would be that, but as you know, it is as much a land of madness as any I have left.
Now I strive to keep some culture alive in this barbaric land. Thanks to Naamah, I no longer have to keep the iconoclastic Elders from destroying everything on my own. Together we fight these dogs, and will continue to do so fuate de mieux.
Oh and there is Zillah as well.(Rolls his eyes)
As told by Zillah Ciminelli - Gawd Zillah
I was born on the street. I suppose my mom must have had a bed, but all I know is that I didn't have one. My first memory is of being lost in the park. A homeless Korean War vet used to take care of me; that's how I grew up. First I begged, then I stole, then I sold my body. That's probably what I would have done for the rest of my life if Jackie had not showed me how much money you could make killing people.
Our first hit took out a junkie who hadn't paid his bills. For just slicing the little sh*t behind a liquor store we made $500. The money I got from hits, added to the money I still made turning tricks, made life easy. I split from my mentor early, and had little problem handling jobs myself. I suppose that's why my job caused me so much trouble.
It should have been no problem; some guy carrying on an affair offered me five grand to waste the lady's house killing her husband. The only stipulation was that I hit the guy in the day so the wife wouldn't be home to witness it. He also insisted I burn the body, some odd wish of the wife. Watching the house were the husband lived did me no good. The first evening, as I got ready to leave the area, I finally saw the husband appear from the backyard, white as a ghost, dressed in black and carrying a shotgun. I had no luck following him.
For the next month I tried to keep up with my pale mark. He never appeared during the day, but at night he would materialize from inside the house or from the back yard and vanish into the night. With the help of an old friend I tried to find out more about my target, looking though the tax, water and electricity records, talking to neighbors, digging through what little trash he put out and even breaking into his empty house when he left. The more I looked, the less I found.
Soon his pallid face filled my dreams and I saw his waxen features everywhere I looked. After a month with nothing to show for it but a fading cash roll and growing nightmares, I made my move. When he left for the night I broke the lock on the window and climbed in. Hiding behind a sofa, one of the few pieces of furniture in the house, I waited with my pistol in hand. An hour before dawn, however, I felt a presence coalescing into human form, dressed in tatters and scarred with wounds that did not bleed. I lifted my silenced .38 to shoot at him, but he knocked it from my hand with ease. I tried to flee but he caught my shirt and pulled me to the ground. His hands caught my wrists like handcuffs and his teeth played around my neck before violently piercing the skin. I felt myself reaching into the heights of ecstasy before I passed out.
For the next week he kept me chained in the basement where he melded with the earth. Each night he would feed off me before going off to fight his enemy. At the end of the week he sank his teeth into me for the final time. I returned to my chains but now the situation was different. For two more nights I fed off him, and then he released me.
I still don't know what happened, but I know I love him with all my heart and soul. He disappeared after that and I never saw him again after that. I would do anything for him, and I don't even know his name or where to find him... That is when Naamah found me. I was in shambles. I had know idea what had happened to me, I was surviving off of alley rats when she saved me. I am eternally grateful... That is for sure. Yeah... I still long for my dark angel however.
It is tempting, upon the Embrace, to run amuck in mortal society, heedless of the mortal insects all around. Elder Vampires know better, and thus the Lords of Ravens Landing enforce a strict rule system above all the vampiric community. In the Dark Ages, an Inquisition led population alerted to vampires depredations nearly wiped out the Vampires Millennium's old society. How much more easily, the Elder Vampire shudderingly wonders, could a human population of over six billion, armed with napalm, phosphorus rounds and nuclear weapons, dispose of the parasites in its midst?
Most mortals, enshrouded in superstition and science, remain blind to the vampires in their midst, but some know, and fear. Mortals who hunt the vampires are known as Crusaders, after the Inquisitors of old. Most are just that, agents of a hostile Church. A few mortal government agencies, secret societies and criminal organizations also deal, at varying levels of depth and hostility, with the vampires of Ravens Landing.
One of these said government types is running around killing off vampires in the city and word has gotten around... A secret meeting has taken place and names were called upon by the Inner Circle (Overlord,Archbishop,and Bishop), of Ravens Landing. The Inner Circle decided that a course of action must take place to prevent any further bloodshed in their city. The orders were sent out and worked their ways down the vampiric power structure and fell "Plop!" right into Miss Naamah's lap. She was ordered to find a solution to the Crusaders issue, a task she grudgingly cannot refuse... She has luckily tracked down at least one of the Crusaders, she hopes, and has called in some favors to get an outside source to help aid her cause.
It is snowing in Ravens Landing on the night that Naamah makes her interests known to the man she hopes to be able to barter a deal with...
(This is a closed RPG for Ravens Landing between, Creed, Rumble Man, and Myself.)
Embraced by Lord Hobbs, Naamah is a powerful Vampire who is well mated to the warrior-scholar of Ravens Landing Alabaster Benison. Like her namesake Naamah of Aquitaine, Naamah always knew she would be a prize to anyone strong enough to conquer her indomitable will and out-duel her rapier wit. When she was Embraced by Lord Hobbs, that will and wit were turned to a greater purpose, and she found herself finally a powerful woman in a man's world. She enjoyed learning and using her powers, enjoyed flexing her vampiric might, enjoyed discovering the delicate uses of her power to work great changes.
The only man placed anywhere near her in power in her inner circle was Alabaster Benison. As a Lady, she technically overruled him, but in reality she was terrified of the man who apparently did not fear her or her dread sire. She was incredibly impressed by Alabaster, whose knowledge of the classics and whose natural talent of debate was formidable. She never thought she would marry. However, when Alabaster proposed marriage to her, he did it with such guile and such business acumen that she could not rationally refuse. It was a perfect merger of their spheres of power.
She now hates Alabaster for removing her title as Lady just because she married him. In truth, she wouldn't have agreed to the marriage if she had known that it would cost her position. Naamah now conducts a secret love affair with Fredrick, her vampiric child and favorite at the moment. She does all she can to keep this a secret from Alabaster, as she knows that her husband would destroy Fredrick in a jealous rage if he knew. Although Naamah and Alabaster have never shared blood, they often feed together. Perhaps because of her particular prey appetites, Naamah has always been proponent of civil rights. Her actions behind the scenes are what made Alabaster finally relent to the civil rights movement. That, and the fact that she manipulated him into challenging Lord Hrunting to a duel.
(Its short for me I know. But I feel I said everything that need be said.)
Enoch stood for many ages, and became the center of a mighty Emipre. The world of Seth, Adam and Eves second child grew dark with sin. My own children wandered here and there, indulging in their own dark ways. I was very busy doing my own thing as well, I was very, very self involved in those days. The sky grew very dark and I knew Elohim was cooking up something to ruin my fun, it was just a matter of time.
I also heard rumors of some country ass cracker out in the plains building an enormous boat, and herding animals. Everyone was telling me he was completely bonkers however, so I brushed it off. I mean people were nutters back then, it was not uncommon to hear about some guy trying to kill his own kid in the name of God, or some guy wrestling lions and bashing their skulls with bare fists. Just rumors, right?
Then came the great Deluge, a great flood that washed over the whole of the world. The City was destroyed, all the sinners with it. A lot of innocent people as well, daddy rolled big back in the early days. Again... I was in great sorrow and went into solitude. I left for new lands, far far to the North. Farther than I had ever been before.
In order to reach the North I first had to travel through savage jungles full of wild beasts of legendary stature, let me tell you they were bigger, stronger, and there were a lot more of them back then. After the jungles was the great sea so I put my wings to use, and took to the very skies that had destroyed my past... Surely a new path waited for me in the lands to the north.
Adam and Naamah (I was called Lilith at the time) had a son who was called Cain. Later Adam and Eve had a second son called Abel. When the two sons grew up, Abel was a shepherd and Cain was a farmer.
One day Cain and Abel went to make an alter and offer gifts to God. Abel brought gifts from his flock. God was pleased with his offering. But when Cain brought some of the things he had grown, God was not pleased. Cain was aware that God was not pleased with his gift. Cain was very angry.
One day when he and Abel were out in a lonely field together, Cain butchered his brother. Then he heard the voice of God saying to him,"Where is your brother Abel?"He was frightened and answered:"I do not know. Am I my brother's keeper?"Then God said:"Cain, you killed your brother. From now on I will make you a wanderer, fleeing from all men. You will always have hard time growing food to eat."
Cain said to God:"My punishment is too much for me. You have driven me out from my people. Everyone who sees me will do his best to kill me."
God felt sorry for Cain, so he said to him:"No one will harm you."And then he placed his own mark on Cain's body so that whoever saw him would know he was under God's protection.
Cain and his wife then took all they had and moved all the long, long way to the land of Nod, sometimes called the Land of Wandering.
Little did Cain know that he was traveling back to his unknown mothers arms and the way of the city of "Enoch" which was located in the Land of Nod. Also little did Cain know that he was not cursed he himself alone. In fact the very moment he had butchered his half brother Abel and Abel's lifeblood soaked into the crust of the earth, his mothers fate was sealed as well. As was Cain marked for his crime for protection, I myself was painted red with the blood of Abel. My body became crimson for the very first time, and I resembled the dark creature I had become. For inside the murdered blood of Abel was an escaped evil. The Demon known as Obyzouth was the very personification of the worlds first murder and through being stained with that very blood, she was able to enter my body and take residence in my form. I became something new. A being with one body, but two separate spirits with different dark needs. I was once LOVE and so when that concept was torn away from me I had to find a new one or feel completely empty so it became LUST. Obyzouth however was a being born from nothing but the concept of murder, destroying life and everything connected to it. And so the Crimson Queen was born.
This second part of my story starts off pretty storybook so bare with me…
Many eons ago there was no world called Earth. In fact if you go back far enough there was a time when there was nothing but daddy, and daddies daddy, and daddies daddies daddy, and well you get the point. There was nothing else. No birds sang. No sun shone. No flowers bloomed. No children played. It was void of anything. Hard to imagine right? Try impossible to imagine.
Then daddy began making the world a beautiful place for everyone to live in. “Let there be light,” daddy said, and it was so. The world became bright. Daddy made the bright sun to shine during the day. He made the yellow moon and the bright stars to glow at night. Creation is the name we give the time when daddy formed the world.
After daddy made day and night the heavy clouds still hung above. Daddy said, “I will gather the waters together and cause dry land to appear.” The dry places were called Earth. The waters were called the sea. Daddy saw that the world he was making was good, but he wanted it to become even more beautiful. So he said. “Let the earth bring forth grass and trees. Let the trees have fruit on them.” The grass was green, flowers bloomed, and fruit hung from trees.
Daddy knew already that the air made from the trees would be good for living things, too. He made many birds. Some were red, some were blue, and some were yellow. The birds flew through the air, sang their songs, and built their nests in the trees. Daddy decided to put living creatures in the water. He made fish. He made big fish and little fish to swim about and live in the water.
But there were still land animals. “Now the earth needs life on it as well.” Daddy said something to that effect. He made cattle and every other animal. The animals walked over the earth. They ate the grass and enjoyed sunshine.
I am going to switch over to calling daddy by his professional name for the sake of posterity. Elohim was very pleased with all he has created. Everything was beautiful and put right. However his work was not yet finished. In Elohim’s great plan there remained one special creation, different from all other living creatures. So he said, “Let us make man. Let us make him in our own image, after our likeness, to rule over the earth and all living creatures in it.” So Elohim took some dust from the earth and formed man. He named his Adam. Then Elohim placed Adam in a beautiful garden called Eden. He placed Adam in Eden with many beautiful flowers and trees. Their fruit was good to eat. In the middle of the garden grew the tree of knowledge. Elohim told Adam that he could eat the fruit of any tree in the garden, except that of the tree of knowledge, for if he did, he would surely die.
Adam was very happy and loved his creator very much. Before too long Adam became lonely. He needed a companion. Elohim saw the loneliness was not good for man so one day he caused Adam to fall into a deep slumber. Then, taking one of Adams ribs, Elohim made Woman. He named her Eve. Adam and Eve were very happy. They loved Elohim and he loved them.
This was a problem for me you see. I was an outcast of the greatest paradise imaginable. Heaven was lost to me and just when you think things couldn’t get any worse. Eons of walking around a chunk of nothing in despair with all sorts of other rejected creations of previous attempts, the forgotten ones. What you humans call dinosaurs and various other things of ill. I finally get everything that I could ever want in a matter of like a week time only to find out that it was not done out of love for me, but out of love for Adam and Eve. That was just not okay with me, they had to be taken down a peg.
When Elohim looked at his world again and saw that it was for the lack of a better word perfect. The earth had plants and animals and people. The sea had fish and the air was filled with birds. He was very pleased with his work and he rested. It was my time to strike.
So one day while Eve was walking in the garden of Eden, she passed the tree of knowledge. Now all the storybooks will tell you that it was an evil serpent hanging in the tree that tricked Eve and turned her away from him. Not true. It was me. I called myself Lilith and I told her that I was Adams first wife. I told her that I was thrown away from Adam like trash because I found out his dirty little secret. That he was gods true favorite because he alone could eat from the tree of knowledge. That he secretly hoarded the great pleasure of eating of the sacred fruit behind her back, and that they both laughed about it when she was doing her daily duties.
Eve was a remarkable beautiful creature… Make no mistake, but the woman was as dim witted as you could imagine. Have you ever met someone and was like. “I can see that the lights are on, but is anyone driving that thing?” That was Eve in a nut shell. She was mine hook line and sinker. She was instantly filled with spite and anger, and like I said she was very attractive. Eve and I spent many nights together enthralled in the arms of fornication, before she finally brought the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge to Adam and tricked him into devouring it with herself. I watched from the shadows and laughed silently to myself. I told her to blame it on a talking snake. She did exactly that.
Elohim was furious that his creation had disobeyed him so, and that they would go even farther and try to feed him false information to cover why they did so in the first place. “Adam and Eve, you have disobeyed me by eating the fruit of the tree of knowledge.” Then he told Adam and Eve that because of their sin they must leave the beautiful garden of Eden. From that day on they would have to earn their food by working very hard for it. Worst of all, he told Adam and Eve that because of them, man would not live forever and would die like all other creatures.
Elohim turned to the serpent that Eve had blamed it on and he did nothing for he saw no blame. He only scowled and left. He did not return to earth after that for a very long time, and never again in his true form.
After that was all said and done it was easy as cake to farther corrupt both Adam and Eve. I had made them my slaves, I was their dark mistress and they lusted for me. I worked Adam like the dog he was for many years and had him build me my first temple. Eve was my personal concubine to do with whatever I wished, and I wished big back in the early days. (Wicked laughter.)
My temple was named “Enoch” and it was a place of dark worship and carnal desire, a brothel of sorts the earths very first one officially. For soon there were many humans, bore from Adam and Eve, some were bore of Adam and myself, and much to Eves surprise some were even bore of her and I. For I am Naamah and I can have offspring with whomever I wish male or female. And this was my home for many ages.
It was a nice day when the proverbial sh*t-storm struck us ALL. When I say US I mean us Angels not you humans. And when I say it was a nice day... I mean it was nice in general because day wasn't called day yet. It was just called light and it was always light, and it was always nice. I know that sounds very vague and kind of confusing, but that was exactly what it was. There was no night, because there was no darkness. But that was all about to change.
I remember because I was there, I saw it all.
To say the look on Fathers face was priceless would be a underestimation of how much such a thing would cost, how much it did cost. It cost so many of us. Too many. It all started with a question. A rather rudely worded question, but a question all the same. My dear sweet younger brother asked our Father as he held his hand out towards him with the middle digit of his right hand sticking up at him. Lucifer "The Morning Star" we all called him before now was the one asking the question. Which was phrased as so, and I quote. "What makes you so High and Mighty?"
Father was not amused.
After that a few more words were uttered back and forth between them, before the sides were divided. Most of us stuck with Father myself included, but many sided with baby brother as well. Many looked up too him as a King in his own right for only Metatron and myself were born before our rebellious sibling. Metatron was the first of us and the most powerful, no one questioned that. That was what the argument was all about in the first place. Lucifer was angry with father for giving his favor to Metatron being the oldest and first son, which just was the way of things. This didn't all come crashing down over night mind you it was built up over countless eons of inner chaos being suppressed. He finally just snapped.
Watching a Seraph snap is one thing, it was a sight to behold for sure... But when compared to watching Elohim the creator snap back as a result of which... It was easy to ignore. None of us had seen father so much as shout before this point, but that had all changed. It almost shattered all of us down to nothing at all. All of everything that there ever was almost went "Poof" disappeared from the cosmos, never to be remembered again. I had too do something. I sang a song to father. The best song I had ever sang, as good as I could. It was a song about love and forgiveness. It calmed his rage. But not without its price.
I was recruited into his army against the rogue angels that sided with Lucifer. It was to be a battle. A concept that was new to us. None of us had battled before this. At first we just exchanged words with one another that were not exactly the kind of words that one would want small children to hear. But like all conflicts with time and pressure things escalated. After the verbal abuse was no longer giving us the gratification we were looking for, we started having physical contests. Races, wrestling matches and the like. This was much more effective and many arguments were won in this fashion and many side switches and extensive apologies were exchanged. But the most important apology the only one that mattered a son to his father had not, and had no signs of ever likely happening.
The truth behind this was unknown to me at the time but I have recently talked to Lucifer and I have it on good authority that Mephistopheles had a lot to do with this factor. It seems that even after Lucifer and father had stopped talking to one another, Mephistopheles who was the angel of divine retribution before the fall was piss drunk and contently throwing more fuel on the fire so to say. And so soon we were fighting again, and this is when the very first weapons were forged from the fires of creation themselves. The very first weapon ever made was a staff, it had no sharp ends and was not effective at gorging a foe, but it could handout quite the thrashing in the correct hands. It was much, much later that shields, then spears, and then finally swords were crafted.
A bloody war that lasted eons raged on. Until the strongest of the rebels finally marched their ways into the very thrown-room of daddy himself. Metatron was not aloud to fight directly due to the fact that none would engage him in open battle, so the order to defeat Lucifer and cast him down into a pit that would be later known as Salt Lake City Utah, was opened up by our fathers willpower alone. And thus... Hell was born. A special weapon was forged along with it, a weapon created from the very light of heaven and tempered by the darkness of the great abyss. A mace. The very mace I hold in my hands today.
I was armed and suited for war. This was difficult for me for I was "LOVE" the purest love. Before my own fall from grace I was born of Gods Love. The first time God felt Love for my older brother Metatron I was born out of that concept. That is how all angels had come to be. We are the personification of the very concepts of reality itself. Lucifer was light. Metatron is fathers voice to his creation.
I digress I am getting off topic... I will tell you more about the first thirteen at a later date, now we talk about the start of my current state of being. My origins if you will. Okay so I was handed my mace and suited in the best armor we had to offer at the time, which was still better than most of the crap we have here on earth. Well when the time came for me to crush Lucifer under my booted heel, I could not. I threw my mace down and tried to make peace between the two sides. It was far to late, and it was not up to me in the first place. I was pushed aside and the orders were passed down to the youngest and weakest of us Seraph. Micheal was eager to carryout his new duties as well, and luck was on his side indeed due to father bestowing him with his own Almighty prowess.
The rest happened just the way they say it did. The light won and cast the darkness down into the abyss. A fate I myself was worried about for my own act of disobedience. But I was spared if you want to call it that. No... Instead I was spared hell and I was sent down to earth. Stuck on a rock with a bunch on stupid monkeys for the rest of eternity... Cut away from all of my family. The light and the dark. At least in hell I would have had my family. Well that sums up the first part of my sad story pretty darn well, I hope you enjoyed it or whatever. Like I give a sh*t.
These frozen grounds lie deep within the earth of the arctic circle and are the home to a powerful immortal Queen. Naamah has built these grounds with her own mystic might and her eternal willpower. She has plans of turning these grounds into a school for mages and has even built a commons area to house possible students. The school is open and running very smoothly, it accepts anyone with a thirst for knowledge of the arcane. Naamah does not shun anyone based on birthright, or any other silly notion created by mortal society. The faculty is made up of Naamah's siblings for the most part, Angels and Devils of vast concepts of power. It is their belief that anyone can learn, as long as they have the will to learn. Naamah keeps an extensive library of books on many subjects, including but not limited to mystical lore. For it is Naamah's belief that all knowledge is sacred and should be honored. The Professors of the school are made up of: Lucifer, Micheal, Agrat Bat Mahlat, Olaf Silvermane, and Naamah herself. Whom is also the headmistress. There is still room for more faculty and more pupils as well. Naamah is very proud of the ones whom were brave enough to come to her in the first place, this is not just a school this is also a home, its a family.
Verlie had an aunt named Masha, a women who had never married and was known for her temper. She had refused to wed and lived on her own, running a bakery and working long hours everyday. She'd forced the people in her town to accept her, and finally they had. Even now they bought her bread, when she was old and her hair was gray. Verlie had been born with Masha's red hair, if not her temper, and had been adored. Masha spoiled her niece, giving her presents and, more importantly, her time. Verlie had lived for these visits, preferring her aunt's life of freedom to the marriage and certain servitude her mother promised. Her aunt's best present, however, was a knife that Verlie could wear in her hair, hidden in a barrette.
"You'll never know when you might need it," the old woman told her. "And to know you have a weapon is to have a sense of security that shows in a woman. Men go after weak targets. Never present them with one. Your carriage is your greatest defense."
Verlie took to wearing the barrette daily, with its green butterfly, and though she became known for it, she never told anyone what was hidden inside. It gave her confidence, and pride, and she snubbed the boys who came to court her, as well as the older men who thought a slim redhead might make a good wife. Her mother felt she was too picky, but her aunt she didn't have to choose at all. So when her family tried to arrange a marriage for her, Verlie refused, leaving the same night with everything she owned shoved into a pack.
Masha will take me in, she decided, as she headed down the road out of her village. Her aunt lived only five miles away, on the other side of the crossroads in the next village. She had started out at dusk, sure her family wouldn't even realize until dawn that she had gone out the window. She wasn't going to stay, though. She was seventeen years old and was not going to marry a forty-five-year-old fat man, no matter who told her she must.
Confident, frightened, and rather excited at her sudden freedom, she headed down the dirt road, the sun setting on the horizon and shrouding everything in darkness, which she rather welcomed. The dark didn't have anything in it to frighten her, her aunt assured her, only men did, and they were as dangerous during the day. As long as she kept her wits about her, she would be fine. So Verlie walked along the road she'd taken so many times in the daylight, her pack thrown across her back, and whistling to prove to herself that the growing darkness wasn't making her nervous at all. She didn't run, quite, but she walked quickly and looked back a lot.
(This is just Part one of four... maybe five. I hope you enjoy, and I will be adding the new parts to this same Blog, so check back if you like dark rituals and summoning forces of darkness, that sort of thing.)