Post by Alyson Bludwyne on Sept 8, 2017 21:35:50 GMT -5
She had her sister’s energy running through her, lending her such power as she walked around her circle of Pure. It was a heady feeling wielding someone else’s energy in the way she could with Rowena. Blood was thicker than water in this case and their family bond allowed Alyson to do much more than usual. Azkaban had been much easier because of it, but Alyson had noted her sister’s condition. After this Ritual she would have to lessen her intake a little. Rowena wasn’t as strong as Alyson would have liked. Maybe another visit was due to remind her of the importance of being helpful to the True Cause.
They’d been here since midnight, gathering the power needed through the sacrifice of the lives of the creatures Alyson had so carefully collected. The black blood of the Acromantula, the red of the Centaur, the silver of the Unicorn… they mixed in a morbid circle of sharp runes around the chosen human tied to the floor. The Shadowloved stood around that circle, their own foreheads dripping with the bloody mixture, eyes glazed as they swayed, harsh, dark words leaving their mouths in a continuous chant.
And then it was time and Alyson strode forward, knife in hand and slicing through the throat of their blessed victim. She pulled on Rowena’s energy, the runes traced on her own body lighting up with a bloody red glow as the shadow in her mind came roaring to the forefront. And then darkness was leaking from her eyes, her nose, her mouth as it found freedom through the Ritual. It dived at the human body, consuming it even as Alyson poured all her stolen energy into the process. The Shadow became a whirlpool within the Ruinic circle they’d so carefully drawn and she could feel more, more of those deliciously dark presences just waiting on the other side. They were so close.
Suddenly the energy running through her cut off and Alyson roared in anger! That infuriating little chit! And then there was no chance to do much of anything as all that glorious darkness raced back at her. Only her quick thinking and ability with Runes saved her from disappearing into Shadow. Instead there was a deep clap of noise, and a rumble of the Earth as she directed all that power downwards. Down, down, down. Wasted power that would take months to gather again.
All because Rowena Covington had chosen that moment to be selfish. At least her precious Muggle mother would have died because of it Alyson thought spitefully. And once she found out the exact details of her sister’s failure to do as she was told, there’d be more corpses to follow. She’d bet anything that boyfriend of Rowena’s had something to do with it. The Kameren's had been a thorn in Mosrael’s side. And they were quickly proving to be one in hers too. Alyson growled even as the Earth fought against the unnaturalness she had forced into its depths.
“Go!” she ordered the cloaked figures around her. “I’ll summon you again when I have fixed this.” They all left quickly and Alyson glared at the emptying clearing. This was supposed to have been her first true moment of triumph. The beginning. And instead she was going to have to run, tail between her legs, back to her room and once again play sweet, pitiful, innocent Aly.
And when she was lying in her bed and she felt the first true tremor shake through the castle, heard the shrieks of scared children and the panicked shouts of teachers trying to keep the calm, she cursed her sister and the man she called boyfriend. This was not the end.
They’d been here since midnight, gathering the power needed through the sacrifice of the lives of the creatures Alyson had so carefully collected. The black blood of the Acromantula, the red of the Centaur, the silver of the Unicorn… they mixed in a morbid circle of sharp runes around the chosen human tied to the floor. The Shadowloved stood around that circle, their own foreheads dripping with the bloody mixture, eyes glazed as they swayed, harsh, dark words leaving their mouths in a continuous chant.
And then it was time and Alyson strode forward, knife in hand and slicing through the throat of their blessed victim. She pulled on Rowena’s energy, the runes traced on her own body lighting up with a bloody red glow as the shadow in her mind came roaring to the forefront. And then darkness was leaking from her eyes, her nose, her mouth as it found freedom through the Ritual. It dived at the human body, consuming it even as Alyson poured all her stolen energy into the process. The Shadow became a whirlpool within the Ruinic circle they’d so carefully drawn and she could feel more, more of those deliciously dark presences just waiting on the other side. They were so close.
Suddenly the energy running through her cut off and Alyson roared in anger! That infuriating little chit! And then there was no chance to do much of anything as all that glorious darkness raced back at her. Only her quick thinking and ability with Runes saved her from disappearing into Shadow. Instead there was a deep clap of noise, and a rumble of the Earth as she directed all that power downwards. Down, down, down. Wasted power that would take months to gather again.
All because Rowena Covington had chosen that moment to be selfish. At least her precious Muggle mother would have died because of it Alyson thought spitefully. And once she found out the exact details of her sister’s failure to do as she was told, there’d be more corpses to follow. She’d bet anything that boyfriend of Rowena’s had something to do with it. The Kameren's had been a thorn in Mosrael’s side. And they were quickly proving to be one in hers too. Alyson growled even as the Earth fought against the unnaturalness she had forced into its depths.
“Go!” she ordered the cloaked figures around her. “I’ll summon you again when I have fixed this.” They all left quickly and Alyson glared at the emptying clearing. This was supposed to have been her first true moment of triumph. The beginning. And instead she was going to have to run, tail between her legs, back to her room and once again play sweet, pitiful, innocent Aly.
And when she was lying in her bed and she felt the first true tremor shake through the castle, heard the shrieks of scared children and the panicked shouts of teachers trying to keep the calm, she cursed her sister and the man she called boyfriend. This was not the end.
