Sisters of blood
Sisters of night
We call out to you
Purified by moonlight.
Sanguine thirsts
Steele raised high
Take the offering in the pyre
Imbue us with stealth and power
In this our witching hour..
Can I draw it from you? My head hurt, the pain behind my eyes. A tinge of nausea, the metal taste lingering and noise accompanied by a sharpness that trembled in my ears. The question plays in my brain. I DONT KNOW THAT I want you to see/feel consume it.. my darkness. I answer w I'm not sure you want to do that. as she grabs my wrist.. and I feel the energy. Light..easy.." shhh" as I reactively push against the foreign energy. 'Demon" I whisper and find the vault shove him in.. I look to my friend who knows the taste and sense of darkness, I see the look in her eyes of "that's quite a headache" .. I am hoping that is all that was felt. Not the brimstone, the green flame, the monster that dwells within. My friend looks a bit pale and green .. price that goes with the energy exchanged.. I physically ..mentally feel better.. I am grateful.. but not sure I wanted my friend to carry t...
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