Gods blood is the sweetest nectar
And I am the foolish mortal
Who'll bind you to me
For I am addicted to your kiss
And I wish to swallow you whole
And when I kiss you
Religion shifts and blurs
Darling girl, I am the God of Light
But I'll worship you...
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•THE WIZARDS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY JUST SAW•
In an abandoned ruins of a temple by the sea, two people in black cloaks were seen crouching, studying the statue of dolphins and pearls.
"Is this the one?" A masculine voice asked his companion curiously.
"It must be," A woman's voice answered, calm and assured," the dolphin and pearls are that deities sign."
"Shall we begin then?"
"Let's," The woman grabbed the man's hand tightly.
They begin to draw complicated and intricate runes in the ground.
"What the?" Bathsheba was staring at the screen with horrified understanding the longer the pair drew runes.
"Are they," Evan Rosier who was a student with an avid interest in ancient runes watched in horrified awe," doing sacrificial blood magic?"
"Their what?!" Most of the witches and wizards in the hall echoed.
"Those runes that are glowing," Remus studied the screen intensely," their summoning something, something powerful that requires immense sacrifice."
"But, the only capable ones to do such a ritual are blood mages and necromancers," Evan Rosier's eyes held an unholy gleam of interest, such magic was once in a lifetime and hardly anyone could perform them," the fact that it's working means that the two of them are powerful and to control such intricate and powerful magic. That's... Unbelievably amazing."
"Presenting Evan Rosier, who has fallen in love with strangers," Rabastan Lestrange laughed at his best friend.
"Shut up," Evan rolled his eyes," this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to see such ritual and their succeeding."
Soon the pentagram was finished, runes pulsing around them, glowing with power.
The man moved to drag several bleeding man in the pentagram as the woman's voice, commanding and soothing, echoed throughout the abandoned temple.
"O numina superna exaudi preces meas, audi nos audientes te rogamus, sume hoc scarificium, et tuum nobisofferat tempus."
The Gods who heard the chant watched the screen with varying interest. There hadn't been someone who remembered the Olde Ways and asked for their attention for a long time.
They wondered with growing curiosity as to what the mortals could possibly want asking for a deities present. For they must know the price there is to pay.Gods so rarely do think of the consequences of their actions. And they never pass up a chance at picking ripe fruit from the tree. You pray for food and shelter and they might just demand the blood of your first born son just for shit and giggles.
