Dark Enchantment
With a smile on his face he pulled the woman from the stone table and dragged her screaming by her ankles into the centre of yhe pentagram.
My breath caught in my throat as I watched the moment unfold. In a swift, practiced motion, Andre plunged the athame into her chest. Time seemed to freeze, the chapel silent except for the crackling of the flames. Her blood pooling on the stone floor beneath her, flowing through the grooves etched into the pentagon. It snaked toward the fire, and as it met the flames, they erupted into a vibrant red, a violent and beautiful transformation.
As her heart ceased to beat, a rush of energy surged through the room, and I could feel the air crackle with raw pow
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