The blade of the knife glows in the dim light of the few votives scattered around my room as I twirl the handle in my hands and wait for midnight. One more minuet.Can I do this? I think worridly, what if they were right to keep him vanquished for so long?What if-
Now,now,you want this!You said so yourself,he is everything that you need, you’ve worshipped him for so long, you can’t give up now! a smooth voice says, trying to reassure me.
But the price to pay!-
Will be worth it.
It had a point,I’ve craved for this moment for so long,it seems stupid to give up now.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
I open my eyes and pick up the spell.
I take the knife and put it to my skin.
I slice my skin and put drops of blood into the bowl infront of me, and say the spell one time.
And on the fifth time there in front of me is my Idol.