Rules of Enchantment.

There was something satisfying about the way the dagger had left a line of red on the soft white skin of her mother's neck. Perhaps it was all the times that she had been pushed aside as a child that made it so much easier. Perhaps it was the echoing weakness that resonated from her parents that left her with nothing but the thought that this was putting them out of their misery. Whatever it was she didn't give it a second thought as she placed the gold goblet under the flowing blood from her mother's throat.

With a slight smile she swirled the flowing blood around within the goblet, until the thick red substance licked the rim. Pulling it away, she turned her back on the bleeding bodies of her parents, placing the goblet she had gotten from her mother next to the identical one she had gotten from her father.

"Pathetic"

She muttered to herself as she lit the black candles that she had placed on the make shift altar within her parents room. They hadn't even seen her coming. Their loving daughter wouldn't be a threat to them, of course she wouldn't. She giggled to herself as she allowed herself a last look at her parents, it was all too easy and she felt empowered.

Dipping her finger into the warm blood spilt from her mother she drew a circle around the altar, making certain that it was full and complete. No break must ruin her work or let the darkness fall from where she was calling it. Dipping the same finger into the blood of her father she repeated another circle within the last, yet drew her finger around in the opposite direction.

"Intus illa orbis EGO duco per cruor illorum loins EGO eram accersitus ex , EGO consecro is tractus pro senior of obscurum futurus accersitus porro misceo"

She lifted both goblets, pouring them into the one silver crusted bowl, her whispering continuing in a language that a commoner would not have been privy to. She watched as the dark red mixed with the lighter, running her tongue along her lips. She reached forward running her fingers over the copper rod as she picked it up, hitting it once on the four points of the bowl, her voice hissing out.

"Is Utor a confundo of metal ut is a confundo of cruor. gigno thy humanus vinculum"

She stirred the blood, three times to the left, once to the right. A smile edged across her lips as she saw the black trace that the copper left within the blood, the essence of her work. Lifting the bowl from the circles she drew her whispered voice reached out again.

"Beatus is cruor Vetus Flos , solvo is ex totus humanus feculentia sic is may exsisto dignitas ut meus plurimus pectus pectoris felt vitualamen"

She allowed herself to giggle again as she watched the blood bubble and hiss, recognition of the acceptance of her offerings. This was it. It was the last step she needed to do before tonight. Midnight tonight was it. It was time.

Glancing at the door she grinned wickedly. The guards were none the wiser. They wouldn't be either until the room had been well and truly destroyed. Picking up the silver bowl of the blood she transferred it back into the crystal bottle and replacing it in the pouch she had hidden within her skirts. Soothing out the satin material she took a breath and picked up the candles. Turning towards her parent's bed she let her eyes wander over the lifeless forms of the once well loved duke and duchess of North Ends. She snorted and shook their heads, a waste of power and status.

"I wish I could say I learned something from you, but alas, you were just too useless. The world will be a much better place without you. Good bye Father, Mother. May the demons gnaw at your soul"

With the words she threw one of the candles onto the blood soaked sheets watching the flames suck hungrily at its gruesome fuel. With the shadows flickering over her face her eyes darkened slightly with the anticipation of what was yet to come. She took a moment to watch the shadow creatures dance over the walls before turning from the burning pier to tip the other candle over the altar she had created.