Candles were illuminating an otherwise dark room in a bad condition, in this very same room, a ritual was taking place.
But not a ritual as such, but the attempt of a lunatic at one
... My dear Brethren, we are gathered here in honor of the true father, for he shall take us to salvation
This voice belonged to a man called the Deacon Blackfire, a religious fanatic that is believed to have lived a hundred years or more
Wonder what could he be doing far from Gotham
Blackfire was known for having a small group of followers that were generally brainwashed, but still, followers nonetheless
They were currently performing a ritual, about to sacrifice an unconscious, young girl
That was of course until two people interrupted said ritual
... That was lame
I know, right? Mate, no intention of being mean, but... Are you even trying?
They all turned around to see Raven and you leaning on the doorstep, or what it's left of it at least
Blackfire: This is sacred ground, heathens, you do not belong here! How did you access the door? It was sealed with magic!
Raven:... We just opened it
You: Magic? You mean like this?
With a snap of your fingers, all the fire in the candles died immediately, but when you raised your right hand, it appeared again
You: Or do you mean that poor man's attempt at a spell?
While Raven snickered at this, Blackfire was glaring at you with clear hatred and desperation
Blackfire: Impossible! Offsprings of Satan!
Raven: Not quite- Now, it was you who couldn't help but chuckle at this answer
Perhaps Raven is a cold person, but with you around, she is a little more open
The Deacon pointed at you two, the rest of his cult got ready to attack you with rusted daggers
Deacon: My children, prove yourselves against these demons!
Without further due, they rushed at you two, furiously
Raven was about to act, but you stepped forward
You: I've got this
You raised your other hand and the wind began to blow stronger, quickly disintegrating their weapons
Watching their reactions was just hilarious, they say to be part of a cult but they are so scared when they see real magic
Raven: Hey, what about...- She leaned in and whispered something in your ear, earning a grin from you
You: Great idea!
Then, you looked back at the cultists
You: You said something about demons, didn't you? Have at it, then
Your eyes began to glow as a red circle with glyphs appeared in front of you
You: "Venite ad me aranea"
A growl was heard before spiky legs emerged, one, then another and yet another one
You had successfully summoned a demonic spider
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