Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 263: Blood Ritual

Chapter 263: Blood Ritual

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In an old fortress several miles away from every kingdom known, Carmela stood hidden in a shadowy chamber, a sinister gleam displaying in her hazel eyes as she came to a daring decision. Getting across the borders of GreenHollow had been challenging for her and her minions, because no matter how they tried, or what tactics she used, they always found her people.

In order to become more powerful than her enemies, and to avoid the wrath of their fire, she must aim to push her magic to new depths, whilst she sat before her table, emanating an aura that described the length of the malevolent deed she was about to partake in.

She had mentally prepared herself for this, and most of all, she had Marius’s unconditional support, so there was no going back once she began.

"You can do this." She emboldened herself.

Before her, the ancient spellbook lay open, its pages filled with dark incantations and maleficent symbols that glowed with an otherworldly light. Concurrently, she had no qualms about the consequences of her actions; the power she sought was worth any price. Once she gains those powers, everyone who ever looked down on her will be forced to bow at her feet and plead for mercy, she will make each and everyone who abandoned her come begging for their pathetic lives.

The mere thought of this was already starting to get Carmela excited, but she knew she needed to be fully focused in order to make this work.

"Where is it?"

Taking a deep breath to regain her bearing, she clutched a goblet filled with noxious concoction, its ingredients drawn from the most forbidden realm, and all these wouldn’t have been possible if Marius never offered a helping hand. He has been more than helpful to her plans concerning world domination, and things were slowly starting to come into place.

"The next blood moon is happening in a few days." Noted Carmela, whose cruel lips curled as she gazed at the spellbook on her table. With a voice dripping with wickedness, she began to chant the incantations written. The room seemed to grow colder as her ominous incantation echoed through the chamber, and her Auburn-brown hair began to writhe with an unholy energy.

Raising the goblet high, its black content swirled ominously, like ink. With deliberate intent, she tilted the goblet, letting a few drops fall into the spellbook’s pages. To her expectations, the mixture sizzled and smoked as it touched the parchment, a ghastly sign of the unholy fusion she was attempting.

The dark symbols within the spellbook began to twist and contort, taking on a more sinister appearance. The air grew heavy with a malevolent aura, and an eerie darkness enveloped the room. Carmela could feel a surge of power building, but she knew she had not yet crossed the threshold that would fulfill her desires into becoming the strongest witch on the planet.

This was merely a test, a precursor to a more sinister act. The concoction had reacted, and the spellbook had absorbed the dark energy as she predicted. All that was left was to ensure that her plans did not go the other way round.

"Time to test it out on the blood sacrifice." She murmured and rose from her seat.

Exiting the chamber, she made her way towards the secret dungeon that was located at the most secluded place in her fortress. Stopping before a particular wall, Carmela rolled the stone that had been planted in the middle, whilst it opened to reveal a secret passageway that led to an even more narrow path.

When she went in, the wall closed, and the place was instantly lit by torches. Inside the cages were children ranging from tender to their teens, and from their messy appearance, it was clear they were being held hostage here– the children Carmela’s minions had abducted from different Kingdoms, and when she appeared, everyone immediately hushed in fear.

The sound of her footsteps on the cold floor was like a ticking bomb to the ears of the children. Their hearts raced in apprehension, and most of them made an effort to hide away in the cage they were placed in.

Whenever she revealed herself to them, there was absolutely nothing good that came with her presence.

Carmela, however, was here to conduct the first ritual, a simple test, and with a flick of her wrist, the grotesque creatures incharge of the cage immediately opened one of them, and children’s frightened scream could be heard when the creature dragged a boy out.

Taking him away from the rest of the children, he was brought to a secluded place. As they stepped over the threshold, the air grew heavy at the palpable sense of malevolence. The flickering candles that line the perimeter casted eerie, dancing shadows on the stone cold walls.

In the center of the chamber, a table was placed on the table. They were adorned with grotesque carvings and sinister symbols. It was smeared with crimson stains, a remnant of countless forbidden rituals. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, old and new, clinging onto the table and walls.

Carmela simply mustered the courage and said, "he is ready, get him on the table."

At her command, the grotesque creatures roughly placed the frightened boy who looked about fourteen-year-old on the table, and he was held down by some unknown force.

"What do you want from me? I want to go home." Said the boy who was nearly at the brinks of tears, but Carmela paid no heed to his pleas.

Reaching for a glass containing live maggots, Carmela picked one and headed towards where the boy was trapped on the table.

She simply shoved a maggot into the boy’s mouth, forcing him to swallow, and when that part of the ritual was completed, one of her creatures lifted a butchered knife, and it was mercilessly brought down on the boy whose eyes widened, his life flashing before his very own eyes as the butcher knife sliced through him.

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Is it necessary to give a warning regarding scenes like this? : )