Joaquin lay upon the wood-planked floor in the center of it all. The center…of the pentagram chalked in white, of candles blood red tipping each point, and of the circle of poured salt pulled directly from the sea.
Moonbeams filtered through the circular window, filling his circle and himself, with power. The time was near, the circle would be fully lit, and he would pull a demon from the underworld, trapping it in the sea-salt circle. A pet demon, just what he needed.
The candles flamed to life.
Joaquin began to chant.
Soon…they would all pay.
WC: 100
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Terrifying. Well written.
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Thanks Linda!
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Love how you used the window to relfect the perfect diabolical plan…
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Thanks Dale! That window was just too perfect.
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It was!
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I’m kinda hoping his chant doesn’t work! Scary stuff.
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Thanks Iain!
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These types of plans always backfire. I hope he reconsiders!
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I sure hope so! There’s all kinds of things that could go wrong with his plan, I think.
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