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[Blindwolfe]

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Kelly sat in her bone throne in her crypt thinking. Time had passed since the last Sanctan patrol she'd encountered. Some of the clan elders had been driven into their deep sleep called torpor, leaving Kelly and Ian to rule the clan. She smiled and stood.

"Let them think they have driven us away..." She walked over and picked up the skull of a former mage slayer. "I was always at home being outnumbered." She caressed the skull as she paced about her crypt and laughed darkly. "If I were Sanctus. I would be more concerned with where the undead abominations went or what they were up to." She held the skull up eye level.

"It is what you cannot see that can hurt you. Isn't that right? Oh pity." She chuckled and tossed the skull into the pile of slayer bones. "They do not realize I am more at home, more dangerous alone or with small numbers. They will soon see what nightmares lie in wait when they close their eyes at night." She laughed.

Kelly opened her chest of vials and pulled out on of the newest added. "Ariana...Time you see what evil is, dear." She closed the chest then went up to her lab. Every candle on the point of the blood pentagram lit with a simple thought. She removed a bowl from the table and walked into the pentagram, centering herself as she knelt. She then began to speak in the ancient dialect of her homeland Egypt. "Set. God of darkness. God of evil. God of desert storms. God of secrets. I pray to you for I offer you a gift." She placed the bowl before her and opened the vial. "I give to you the blood of a mortal who once walked in darkness and now serves the light." She poured the blood into the bowl. It swirled and then it calmed, turning black and then bubbling.

Kelly watched with a grin as she heard the voice boom throughout. "My Dark Holy Warrior. Kelly Darkhaven. Highest Priestess of the Brotherhood of Evil. What do you ask?" Kelly bowed humbly. "I wish to give a gift to this mortal. A curse once placed upon the Pharaoh and Queen in ages past." She paused.

"She has been seen with the Prince of Light called Sanctus. His name is Cyrus Skyfire. Both young." The laughter of what would sound like maniacal madmen or a hyena pack echoed in the lab. "You shall be blessed on this endeavor. Drink from the bowl and your power will be returned. You have pleased me."

Kelly picked up the bowl with the blackened liquid and drank it. It was thick, and rancid in taste. She went through a fit of convulsions after but when she was able to stand, she felt more like her old self. She smiled as she felt Set was with her again.

"These mortals do not know of the Brotherhood of Evil....Yet." She smirked and opened her runebook to go to Ian's and deliver the great news.