A shrouded figure stood in the darkness over a bubbling cauldron. The talisman it had tossed into the pit buoyed at the surface, sinking slowly, until the top dipped under.
The ritual was complete. Its grin spread. It had only to speak the curse it wanted to place on its victim, and fate would run its course to ensure its will would be done. Pleased with itself, it thought of the one it had chosen.
Tue Feb 25 02:40:57 2014