Sent: Thursday, November 26, 2015
Subject: Fw: ONE OF FEW FEMALE NECROMANCERS (Blood, Sex and Perverted Faith)
My victim must be a fresh kill and I have to know his last breaths were laden with fear and sorrow. If possible even rage. I must take his breath with violence,
I am a powerful woman, but to have the depth of emotion i require I need to have him be a bull, caught only because he was distracted. So I thought I would stop him from hurting someone to achieve everything I need.
I call on the lines of my mother
my grandmothers through time
Aid me in my quest for our eye
into the future.
My victim was raping a woman in an alleyway, so I quietly came behind him and slit his throat. He was so full of energy, he was like a chicken. He refused to lie down till I was almost dead from his strangling. Perfect.
I had to burn off energy so I could carry out the rest of the rituals needed through this night. So I gathered his sobbing victim into my arms and carried her away to become his bride.
The bride and groom danced
in hypnotic states
Their rhythm a treasure within
the lewd night’s embrace.
This must be the most common faith of the day. So I researched and found it was Christian. It appears there were already those who performed black masses, so it was easy to do this step.
I call upon my gods and goddesses
to give me their strength through this trial
Shield me from these people’s designs
and greet the divine they call by name
At a lonely country crossroads, after checking the moon’s position, I drew a circle and pentagram and etched the names of power into the border. I had gathered his blood and poured it onto my little altar within the circle. I laid a piece of bread by the corpses, poured wine by their sides, and lit my torch. By this light I laid out the darkest crystals this time had. I hoped they would be enough.
I call you forth for a bawdy dance
oh bride and groom
I call you to see what I have wrought
oh dark hearts of mine.
And so they danced.