The Brotherhood Of Demons

The big, formidable cathedral on 8 Mile and Houston overlooked foot traffic of downtown New York. People going about their nightly business glanced at the cathedral and shivered in fear as they doubled their pace. Far below ran the East river, braceleted by bridges and flecked by boats that looked tiny from the distance.

Although the night was thick with mist from the river, the top of the Statue of Liberty was visible from the cathedral.

However, the woman who stood in the shadows of the cathedral's stained glass windows couldn't be less concerned about the view of the city. There was a frown on her white, almost marble-like face as she glared impatiently at the short, white-haired witch trying to create a Pentacle in the middle of the cathedral.

"What is taking you so long?" The woman demanded "It's been several minutes"

"It's the mist, my Lady Aosoth. It's making it hard to perform magic" The witch replied petulantly as she continued to draw the Pentacle. "The Pentacle is an eleme