3 am, Saturday, black fabric is barely visible as it sways with an eerie grace within the kitchen cabinet door, which closes with a haunting creak.
Inside the cabinet, trails of black fabric crawl through the cupboard, somehow appearing in a completely different area, a similar cabinet pushed open at the other side.
The librarian Mazi groans with a roll of her eyes. She was just about to go to sleep. She looks under her feet to see the hood of a caliginous cloak, covering the face of the trespasser. She sighs and rolls her chair back, letting the creature into the room.
Multiple similarly cloaked figures crawl out of the tiny space under the library counter, each of a different height and size. 5 in total, they draw a circle of shimmering blue salt on the tiled marble flooring, each of them kneeling to place colored candles of their choice and bowing before them with a whisper of a prayer, before standing up again.
The two leaders, identifiable by the blue detailing on their cloaks, begin to speak. "It's soon the last week of October. As usual, we meet you on the last day of the week hebdomadal, 3 hours before sunrise yet 3 hours after midnight." The female of the two stated.
One of them spoke. Quite disrespectfully. "Yeah, that's a really special way of saying Saturday 3 am. Is this what college feels like??" Yes. Very disrespectful.
"Yes, very special indeed. Just as special as that brain of yours, codename Xx_SpinnySpider_xX. And I'm not sure about the college part, I lost my life long before I could even taste the sweet summertime. I resided in a place with only 2 seasons. I don't think you'd even be able to reach kindergarten with your IQ however, so you need not worry about such little things, for they are nearly as little as the organ attempting to manifest in your skull."
"haha manifesting" They, again, spoke with disrespect.
"...Moving on, we would like to know about your results from the past week. Have any of you succeeded? As promised, the ones who were able to achieve ascension will be given a chance to meet with thy holy one." The male spoke.
The trio cheered.
One of them raised their hand as though this were their first day of first grade. "One question, teach!"
"....Yes, Questionmark?" the female replied.
"Does saying 'holy' in this castle count as treason? I don't wanna die."
"Questionmark, you're immortal. And for the love of Christ we hate the heavens sure but we're too used to their words to stop saying holy shit."
"Oh."
"..Are there any other questions."
"No"
"Nope."
"Nah"
"Alright. What are your results-"
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
".....We just got over this. You can hold it, Spooki." Badass answered the question.
"But I really have to go!!" The shortest of the cult bounced up and down, exaggerating their need to piss. Thiccboi sighed. "Alright, you can go, but make it quick." The short one let out a quick thank you and disappeared, running down the hall, hands on their hood to keep it from falling off. it was an odd sight to see, thankfully not many were awake at this time of day. They all waited a good 2 minutes and watched as Spooki came running back in. "I'm back, thank you for waiting!!"
They let her return to the area before her candle and began again. "We will start the questioning clockwise. Again, those who failed to achieve greatness are failures and must submit to punishment; revealing of identities." Badass announced.
