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[Ranna ab'Arawn]

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It was time to continue where He and his followers had left off. With this mission at the front of his mind, he met The Keeper in Zento City.

"Collect 2 infidels for our ritual."

As The Keeper headed off to carry this out, He saw his first Chosen. She appeared to be late term in her pregnancy. A boon find. Two lives for one. He collected her.

His second Chosen was a middle-aged man, loitering near the magic shop.

They met at the bank and stepped through a gate to New Khaldun. There, they led the Chosen four up the steps and through a set of double iron doors, into the dungeon. They were brought to the Inner Chamber.

They were lined up, two per side, on either side of what appeared to be a vat or a pit of dark blood.

He came to stand before the Pit, The Keeper to His left. He removed a muffin from his bag, and tore a piece from it. He took a firm grip of the pregnant woman's hair and jerked her head back, forcing her to exclaim in surprised pain. He shoved the muffin piece into her mouth and forced it down her throat.

"Like those which call themselves pure, eat of the flesh of the Father! And drink ye of his blood!"

He shoved her head into the vat, holding her under for several seconds, as she flailed her arms and struggled for air.

"This is your baptism!" He mocked.

They proceeded to repeat the gruesome ritual on each one of the intended Chosen. When all was complete, He stood once more before the pit.



He set the first pregnant woman ablaze. Her cries did not last long, for she succombed quickly, taking with her her unborn child. She landed in the pit of blood, with nary a splash.

"Keeper, send the other woman to her new Master."

"May her death alone signify the lack that life shall find!" The Keeper shouted.

The Keeper placed his hand on her shoulder and spun the unfortunate woman around. He then stabbed her viciously in the back of her throat. She slumped to the ground, and her heartbeat halted. The Keeper bowed his head to Him, as blood dripped onto the dead woman's face. His eyes gleamed in fevered joy at witnessing the act.

"I offer this man who toiled in the field, and for what? To show that it is pointless. Life energies wasted on the ignorant."



He started to chant and the man clutched at his own neck with his fingers. He appeared to be choking. When at last the man collapsed, He stopped the chant.

"Keeper, offer up this man to show what one gains from brotherhood."

Instantly, The Keeper's body arched and began to transform. When it was complete, he gave a lupine roar.



His body lay limp, devoid of life. The Keeper followed Him to the Ankh.

Together, they shouted praise.



Methodically, they turned back to the corpses strewn on the floor. They took their blades out and began to work diligently to slice into the corpses. He sliced down the center of one leg and began to pull at the bone, inside. The Keeper created large slits, peeling the skin back to tear the bones out, making wet ripping sounds.

When they had fully disassembled the bodies and seperated the various bloody parts and pieces, they made ready to carry it to the work room. The Keeper used some flesh to form a sling to carry the other parts. He watched him, approvingly.

"That's what I like about you, Keeper. Your genius."
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Cezanne: If this goes well I might just go into business kidnapping Kitsunes so I can play with their balls.