lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 21, 2011 15:42:09 GMT -6
"It's a very private matter," Marian answered, still forcing his voice to be calm and steady, but inside he was completely panicking. Shit shit shit. Why was she looking at them like that? God dammit, what was Lucifer having them do? Maybe he shouldn't have brought Dago along after all- No, then he wouldn't even be this far if he'd done that.
He just stared back at the creepy woman, trying to figure out what Lucifer's plan was. Shit, he should have expected something like this to happen. It was Lucifer of all of the powerful demons in Hell. He shouldn't have agreed to play that game; he should've just left. .
Oh well, he didn't have time to worry about that now. He just had to get out of this mess alive and well and with Dago in one piece. Hopefully Lucifer wouldn't go back on his word; Marian had no idea if he would or not.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 21, 2011 15:52:16 GMT -6
The woman’s eyebrows shot to her hairline, making her bloodshot red eyes look much bigger. She got off of her stool and opened a cabinet behind her. She pulled out a couple of vials and bottles filled with strange colored liquids and unidentifiable things that looked like they had eyes.
“Follow me,” she said, waving them both toward the back.
She pushed aside a long black curtain and entered the very first doorway they came across. It was a dimly lit room with a circle drawn in the middle. The only other things in the room were a small table and several candles. There seemed to be some odd colored stains on the floor.
“What kind of blood?” she said, arranging the bottles on the table.
“She’s asking about your blood,” Lucifer informed him, “You’ll need quite a bit of it for this ritual, but only from one of you. If you pick yours, tell her it’s magical, or your pet, whatever he might be.”
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 21, 2011 17:14:57 GMT -6
Marian followed the mysterious woman to the back, and he looked around. Weird stains, huh? He hoped that they weren't body fluid or anything. He saw the candles, and the circle, and. . Oh, shit, shit, shit. It was a ritual. What Lucifer then told him just confirmed that. Marian wasn't sure what the blood was for- The last time any part of him had been used in a ritual, he'd almost lost his soul and had instead become a mage, putting him in this fun position.
"Magical," Marian answered cooly. He sure as hell wasn't going to let Lucifer know that Dago was a vampire- It would be giving him far too much of an advantage. He had this much on the Lord of Pride, at least, and he was not about to lose it just because he was too afraid of getting his blood drawn.
He'd donated blood before, he recalled, back when he was in high school. He'd gotten out of class and they'd given him free food and delicious cookies.
Marian doubted he'd get any delicious cookies at the end of this, though.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 21, 2011 22:23:38 GMT -6
“Aww, how cute. Trying to protect him from me?” came Lucifer’s voice.
Lucifer would have had a laugh at Marian’s expense regardless of what he chose to do. If he had opted for Dago’s blood, he would have taunted him for being afraid of cuts and needles.
The woman approached Marian, grabbed his arm, and started fussing with his sleeve. Once she undid the buttons she led him over to a wide necked bottle she had sitting on the table. She quickly tied a piece of rubber tubing over his upper arm and made a small, but deep gash with something unseen on the meatiest part of his forearm.
“Keep your arm over the bottle,” she instructed as she undid the tubing.
She took a jar and unscrewed the lid. She shooed Dago away from the circle and began to place white circular objects at five places around the circle.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 21, 2011 22:34:42 GMT -6
Marian grit his teeth when Lucifer taunted him. This wasn't the time to be provoked, he reminded himself. Not in front of Dago and this weird lady. Besides, it was being provoked that got him into this situation. . Never again would he make a bet against Lucifer. He knew better than that now. Lucifer was a fucking cheater.
He cringed when the woman cut into his skin, especially because he didn't know what she'd cut him with. Oh well, he was up on his vaccines, and he'd gotten his tetanus shot. . Well, maybe it was something magic? Shit, hopefully not.
No, it probably wasn't. Marian wasn't sure what was going on or what type of ritual this was, but unless she had to, she wouldn't mess with the blood. There was too high a chance of messing it up. He'd seen pictures of greed rituals, at least, but he wasn't sure if this was a greed ritual. .
. . Oh shit. It was a pride ritual. Lucifer was getting his blood! Squick. . He still kept his arm over the bottle, though, not wanting to risk having to keep the seal on.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 21, 2011 22:46:39 GMT -6
“Nothing to say?” Lucifer drawled, “You think you’d learn not to make deals with a devil.”
The woman finished placing the white spheres around the circle and she returned to Marian. She pressed a cloth to his cut and pushed his arm away from the bottle. She took a small paintbrush out of another bottle and poured a bit of the contents into the bottle with Marian’s blood. She mixed the two things with the paintbrush and moved over to the circle.
“Stand in the center when she’s done, make sure your friend doesn’t touch it, or it won’t work,” Lucifer instructed.
Dago was far enough from the circle that it wasn’t a problem. He had not a clue what the fuck was going on, but he was only along for the ride, now. The woman started to paint a pentagram with the points as the white spheres she laid on the edge. She finished a picked up another bottle, reached inside, and threw what looked like sand on the blood she’d just painted on the floor.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 21, 2011 23:24:10 GMT -6
Marian tried to ignore Lucifer, although it was hard to considering Lucifer's voice was in his head. In reality, though, he knew Lucifer was right, and hated him for it. He shouldn't have gone to the park that day, shouldn't have wasted time feeding the birds, shouldn't have talked to Lucifer. . God dammit, there was so much he wished he'd been able to change. .
When the woman finished with the circle, he stepped inside the center, worried. He couldn't let that show, though, he had to keep a calm face and not let anyone watching this horror show know that he was afraid. He hated rituals, though, and he figured that was why Lucifer had picked this- Just to remind him of the night his seal had broken. The motherfucker knew he had nightmares about it, anyway.
He didn't feel the need to tell Dago not to touch the circle; Dago was standing far enough away anyway.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 21, 2011 23:39:09 GMT -6
“Good boy,” Lucifer spoke up, “Now hold still and this might not hurt.”
The woman pulled a few dried flowers out of a long jar and began to wave them around the edge of the circle. She was muttering something low and unintelligible under her breath. The only thing remotely recognizable was the name “Jenkins” but the rest sounded like babble.
There was a strange blowing for inside and some of the candles blew out. The spheres that the woman had placed around the circle began to faintly glow. The woman stopped chanting and the room felt eerily quiet. The spheres rolled around all of a sudden, getting closer to Marian until they were just at his feet. It would be suddenly obvious that they weren’t made of glass or wood, they were human eyes. They all had different colored irises.
There was suddenly a male voice shrieking and the eyes rolled away. The shrieking stopped. A soul was trying to get into Marian’s body through his scar, he would probably feel a lot of pain there. The woman seemed finished and was bustling around the table again.
“The ritual is finished,” Lucifer suddenly said again, “My associate, Jenkins, is with you now. You’ll escort him to the next destination. The woman will send you there using the same circle you’re in.”
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 21, 2011 23:48:17 GMT -6
Marian was about to say something very not nice to Lucifer in response when he doubled over in pain as the soul squirmed into him through his scar. He bit his lip to avoid screaming; screaming would be humiliating and Lucifer and his stupid cronies would laugh even more and Dago was standing right there and. .
God dammit, this hurt, and the soul was trying to get inside of him and holy shit was it trying to possess him and oh god what if it did? It finally got through, though, and the pain subsided, and he heard Lucifer talking to him again. He straightened up, and took deep breaths.
"W-wait, what about Dago?" he mumbled, fixing his glasses. He couldn't just leave Dago here, and besides, how would he get back? Granted, he had his cell phone, but what if he was stranded somewhere with no reception? Marian gulped. He had to stay calm.
He made sure to remember what the woman looked like, though, and the address for this building. After this was done, he'd be doing a cult raid for certain.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 22, 2011 0:14:09 GMT -6
Dago perked up at the sound of his name, though it didn’t seem Marian was talking to him. He was doing his best not to panic, too; Marian was obviously in pain a moment ago.
“I thought you knew something about rituals, really Marian,” said Lucifer in a chiding tone, “You were part of one, once upon a time, weren't you? You can only perform one on one person.”
The woman was starting to write some symbols in between the lines of the pentagram with the rest of Marian’s blood. They looked far more like summoning symbols, but in reverse. She paid no mind to Marian or what he was fretting about, it wasn’t her place.
There was some stifled giggling, seemingly muffled by someone covering a microphone in Marian’s head. All of a sudden, the laughter burst into gales of giggles.
“No, I lied,” Lucifer said, mirth very obvious in his voice, “Get him in the circle and he’ll go with you. Don’t fret your little head.”
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