Prologue
Prologue
After Kathia left Kajra’s earlier in the day, she drove to what looked like a former church building
quite a long way outside of Atlanta.
As she walked in, a young woman fell to her knees in front of her, holding up a basket of wine, incense, and homemade pastry items.
“Blessed be, High Priestess!” The woman said “It’s such a pleasure to finally be in your awe-inspiring presence!”
“YES MY CHILD!” Kathia said. “HUMBLE YOURSELF IN MY….Yeah, I’m joking. You can get up. This is a coven, lieverd, not a cult. And you can call me Kathia. I will definitely be taking that basket, however.”
“Oh, SHE EVEN SPEAKS THE ANCIENT TONGUE!” The woman said.
“Yes, the ancient tongue of Lilith, a figure from Jewish Folklore. Dutch,” Kathia said.
“THANK YOU FOR YOUR GRACIOUS ACCEPTANCE OF THIS MEAGER OFFERING, HIGH PRIESTESS!” the woman said.
“Yeah, you can still just call me Kathia….oh, never mind,” Kathia said.
“ALI!” a voice screamed from the crowd of people. “SHE’S NOT THE ONE WE’RE WORSHIPPING HERE!”
“TAYLA!” Kathia screamed back. “THIS ONE YOURS?”
Tayla Goodson emerged from the crowd.
“Yeah, sorry about that, Kat,” Tayla said. “I told her that this wasn’t that type of thing!”
“Well, at least the enthusiasm’s there!” Kathia said. “However misguided it may be. Maybe we can help with that. Is everything ready to go?”
“Everything’s good to go!” Tayla said.
Kathia walked up to the pulpit and tapped on the microphone.
“Blessed be, everyone,” Kathia said.
“Welcome to The Society of the Dark Moon.”
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