Vows of Silver and Sin
In the center of the floor, a massive circular seal had been etched into the concrete, glowing with a sickly, pulsating green light.
My father stood at the edge of the seal, looking older and more pathetic than ever. Beside him stood Ligeia Valerii, her sea-foam hair whipping around her face as if she were underwater.
"You’re late, Dante," Ligeia called out, her voice echoing with a hypnotic, melodic shimmer. "We’ve already begun the ritual. The Shadow-Heart is singing to us."
"The only thing you'll hear tonight is the sound of your own screaming, Ligeia," Dante stepped into the light, his presence filling the warehouse.
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