6. Ritual. Party pt.1

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It was the day of the party. The party to celebrate you, and your arrival. To make you feel special. You hum, as you get yourself dressed. Papa has earlier gave you the clothes you should wear. It was a black, gothic styled shirt, with loose, poofy sleeves, accompanied by a black vest with a pattern of some sort, beautiful silver buttons, and a small, golden chain.

To go with the shirt and vest was a pair of black - also gothic - pants, and near knee-height boots, with golden detailing. The whole outfit was wonderful, and as you finished getting ready, you couldn't take your eyes off of you.

You looked fantastic. And Terzo had a great taste in clothing. You grab your silver, horned mask, and put it on, and just as you were to leave, loud knocking - banging, actually - comes from your door. You expect Alpha, as you open the door, but there stands a tall man, wearing a black cloak, and a black mask. Who was this guy?

"Ok look are you just gonna stand here trying being scary or are you maybe gonna introduce yourself or something, hm?" You raise a brow under the mask, doing exaggerated hand motions. But the mysterious man didn't look like he wanted to speak, in fact, he grabbed you by your arm, and forcefully pulled you out of your dorm. He closed the door, and motioned you with his hand to follow him, so you did. 

"Look man, can you speak the fuck up or something? Did they sew your mouth? Or do you have frogs for tongue??" You mumble, and he doesn't even bother looking at you. "Ok, fucking emo, just be all quiet and whatever." You growl quietly. That was another guy to add to your 'hating that one' list.

As you walk through the halls, it's unusually empty. Every other day you'd see a few sisters, or other members of the clergy who you have yet to be introduced to, but now, everything you could hear was the clicking of your, and that quiet guys shoes on the marble floors.

Your legs slowly hurt from the long strides you've got to do, in order to keep up with the mystery guy. And finally, as you felt like you were just gonna give up, he walks up to a door, and opens it. 
He motions you to go in, and you take a brief moment to reconsider everything, as you hear a large crowd behind the door. 

"What's there?" You mumble. Of course, he won't speak. "Forgot you can't speak, for the love of Satan." You walk in. There was a ton of people, probably every single person in the clergy. You back into a nearby wall, feeling anxious and scared of the amount of people. 

You begin to panic, realizing you don't know what to do, where to go, anything. There was maybe around two hundred people, (assuming you weren't losing your mind.) like in a primary school, and you knew no one. Your breaths, they turn rapid, and short, as your eyes dart around the room. 

"Zenith!" You hear his voice, as he pulls you into a tight hug. You wrap your arms around him, finally feeling some sort of comfort. You whine, your tail wrapping around his leg. "Are you okay, amore?" He asks, with a genuine sound of sympathy and worry in his voice. You nod, but who are you lying to? He knows you're not okay.

"No.. I don't know." You whine, your voice all shaky and breathy.

"Calm down, okay? No one here will dare to lay a finger on you, I promise you that. They're all excited for you being here, and trust me, every single ghoul went through this. Well... Almost every single ghoul.." He sighs. You could barely hear his words through the rumble of voices. "Anyhow, let's just go, and do the ritual." Ritual? What was he talking about? Don't tell me they were going to lay you a sacrifice and send back to hell! That'd be unfortunate...

You follow him, his hand linked with yours. He led you through the crowd of people. Your head, down, you tried to desperately cover your face with your hand, despite having a mask, you felt like everyone could see your face.
He leads you up the familiar stage. It was the band practice room! Now you felt a little less nervous about this.

He stands you somewhere, making sure you stood exactly in that spot, before stepping back, to the mic stand. Your tail flicks anxiously, as you feel your hands trembling. You look around, behind you, noticing every single ghoul you've known so far, and behind them, some other men you didn't recognize. They looked like that awkwardly quiet guy who led you here.

Your hands sweat, as you try to take a step to Alpha, but he motions you to stay. You place your foot back, looking down, just noticing you were standing in the middle of a pentacle. The symbol, familiar to you, did not strike fear in you, it was the nearly extreme anxiety that made you panic. Your heart pounds, and you look back at Alpha, you felt as if you were going to tear up at that exact spot, but seeing him give you thumbs up made you feel some sort of comfort.
The ice barrier between you two was melting.

You look back at Terzo, paying extreme caution to his words.

"Brothers, sisters, and every other one looked after. Greet this ghoul, for he has been sent here by our lord." He steps back, motioning to you. Every single eye was on you. Your legs go numb, and your heart feels light. You timidly shake your head, and Terzo seemed to notice that, as he gives you a worried look. 

He walks up to you, grabbing your hands in his. 
"Don't worry. You won't get hurt, I promise you that." He smiles faintly. You nod briefly. 
He then motions you to kneel.

"On your knees." He holds your hands as you do as he said. You feel hands on you. A pair of hands takes off your mask, and lifts your hand.

"Satan, greet this ghoul, grant him a protection
that you've given us in this world.
Thy blood, given for our souls,
will be the wordless pact made with you."

He steps towards to you, grabbing a golden goblet from the guy who led you here. He stares you down, you take a brief second to reconsider your life choices, paying extreme attention to his black chasuble. The hands holding your face force your mouth open, and Terzo puts the golden cup to your face, spilling the liquid inside down your throat. You try not to choke, as you begin to feel the sour taste of blood. You feel tears of uncomfort welling up in your eyes, as the blood slowly runs down your chin, from the corners of your mouth. Terzo dips his fingers in the blood, before smudging the blood on your forehead, into what you assumed was a pentagram. 

It felt as if a lightning striked through your body. Every single muscle felt torn, and rebuild, your blood, burning as if fire, and eyes painfully blinded for seconds. You attempt to scream, as the unbearable, burning pain goes through every single vein in your body. Tears run down your face, as fire burns through your muscles, reaching your heart.

Soon, it's all over. The pain is gone.

You open your eyes, still on your knees in the middle of the pentagram. You lift thy gaze, looking up at Terzo, who without a word walks away. The hands holding your face were now gone, allowing you to look around, panicked, trying to find your mask.

"Zenith.." You hear a whisper, you look up in it's direction, it's Alpha. He points to something, you follow his finger, and it's your mask. You grab it, and put it back on your face. You glance back at him, and he does some sort of a motion with his hands. He motions you to get up.

Slowly, step after step, you lift yourself up, off your knees. You feel weaker, but stronger. You struggle to keep balance, but you manage to catch it. You hear cheering, so you assume it's for you.

"You did it." You hear Alpha's voice. You turn to him, trying to not step out of the pentagram. "You can move now. The ritual is over, the party has begun." He says, and at that moment music starts playing, you recognize it to be Infestissumam.  

"Thought you wouldn't make it." He confesses. You glare at him. "So uh- Sorry for being an asshole I suppose. Friends?" He reaches out his hand to you, you grab it and shake it.

"Friends."

The party has begun, and you've finally melted off the ice with the ghouls.

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1493 words.

I am just giving you a little warning regarding the next chapter...
Also I cant be the only one feeling silly during the ritual part??

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