❝ It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet. ❞
The dark haired woman slowly opened her eyes, strangely bright blue when comparing them with the dark environment. A stone floor was cold like ice but her naked body was sweated. Droplets mixed with bloody mystical marks painted her skin.
Candles' lights around summoning circle flickered, a few have gone out. Wind? Here? Maybe it was only her breath.
The Countess Claudia Phantomhive changed her position from kneeling to sitting on her heels, so she could react faster on any danger.
People from the cult have warned her many times. It is not fun or game, playing with dark powers, and she was aware of this. The Queen’s Watchdog risked a lot to realize this plan. She needed to know if it is worth to put energy into things so filthy and evil so even she, fearless agent of Queen Victoria had goosebumps on a thought about success.
For a long moment nothing has happened and the woman almost laughed at herself half disappointed. She should be smarter. Why a demon would like to show its presence to her? Or maybe she had done something wrong? Evil creatures were demanding and Claudia didn’t want to let the demon to enter to the world of mortals, but poke him a little to reveal his existence. She was resigned and ready to break the ritual when words sounded in her ears. Was that an illusion? Mishearing or self-suggestion?
The woman peered around trying to stay calm. What has the voice said?
Something about dying and eating each other. Were those words about her world or maybe about the creature’s? The dimension of evilness. The magic circle in which the middle she was sitting, was the only thing what separated those dark powers from here. A gate that couldn’t be forced without the last ingredient - a sacrifice of a human life.
Claudia forgot about breathing, listening of silence, hoping for a proof that she wasn’t wrong. Had she got the demon’s attention?
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