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The moonlight made her pale, white skin look almost translucent as she stood underneath it. The wind blowing through her hair gently as she reads from an ancient book- the words falling from her tongue almost too easily. Her green eyes scanned the page hungrily as the words softly made their way between her blush pink lips, the satin smooth glistening as her tongue gracefully swipes her bottom lip, before she continues reading aloud.
"Exsurge de cineribus
hanc animam
sacrificium tibi"
Her melodic voice whispers as the wind picks up in intensity. As he hides behind the large oak tree, he can see her take a drink from the goblet in her hand, continuing the incantation.
"sicut servus tuus sum humilis
manus mea opera tua
O fortis dominus tenebris."
His eyes haze with anger as he stares at the beautiful, dark haired woman as she stands over the man's body as it lays lifelessly in the middle of a pentagram, his throat slit.
The young man steps out from behind the tree, weapons in hand as he slowly approaches the woman who was once his woman. He knew she was into some dark shit, but not this dark.
“It’s you?” he asks in a hushed tone. His legs felt like jelly, afraid that he would collapse at any given moment. A tight knot formed in his stomach, and his hands trembled so badly that he was frozen in place for a moment, feeling suffocated by fear and anger. The feeling resembled a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.
She turns to the young man as they stand in the middle of the desolate woods, a wicked smirk appearing on her lips as she holds the goblet full of the dead man's blood. He felt sick to his stomach as he realizes that she had drank that only a moment ago.
"Oh, darling. it's always been me."
Man, she doesn't seem concerned at all 😂