Capítulo 62: on a full moon

On a night of a full moon, the cavern's interior is bathed in silvery light, which perfectly reflects off the central pond. An altar, adorned with intricate symbols, stands a few steps away from the water's edge. In a dimly lit corner, a group of captives, consisting of three women, two children, and six adult men, are bound helplessly and appear disheveled, their fear etched onto their faces.

As the tension mounts, the sounds of muffled cries fill the air. Nearby, a beautiful young woman clad in religious attire, her hands bound, struggles in panic. Suddenly, the atmosphere becomes even more chilling as three massive serpents slither into the scene, their scales glistening in the moonlight. The serpents weave their way through the cavern, zeroing in on the group of bound captives.

The largest serpent, it's black scales reflecting the dim light, approaches a terrified man and wraps its body around him. With a terrifying display of force, Tenebris opens its jaws wide, poised to consume the man whole. The man fights futilely, but his struggles prove fruitless as the giant snake tightens its grip. Just as all seems hopeless, the man loses consciousness, his body hanging limply in

"Enough, Tenebris!" A commanding voice booms through the cavern, freezing the serpents in their tracks. Tenebris, the largest serpent, reluctantly releases its hold on the unconscious man and slithers away, the other two following suit.

After an eternity a group of teenagers and a large man walk in, they are led by a beautiful pink haired girl and next to her a black haired boy walk in, they are tailed by a group of tan brown skinned red haired twin male and female teens, a blonde girl and a small black haired boy in large glasses and lastly a large man.

The particular thing is that they are all adorned in white , the female teenagers in beautiful white floral knee length dresses and the males in white dress shirts and black slacks and they are all barefoot.

The pink haired teen, heads to the altar and hands out jagged blades to the rest of the teens, and large man. Her green eyes glow a sinister light, in dull lighting she lights up a candle a flame formed from her finger tips. The flame does not offer an extra source of light but despite the occasional breeze, the candle light does not budge, the flame remains burning constant.

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As the group of teenagers and the large man enter the cavern, they move with purpose, guided by the pink-haired girl and the black-haired boy. They are flanked by the mysterious tan, brown-skinned red-haired twins, a blonde girl, a small black-haired boy wearing large glasses, and the imposing figure of the large man. All are clothed in pure white garments, with the females donning lovely white floral knee-length dresses while the males wear white dress shirts and black slacks, both sets choosing to go barefoot.

The pink-haired teenager strides confidently towards the altar and distributes jagged blades to the rest of the teens and the large man. Her green eyes seem to emit a sinister glow in the dim light, illuminating her features. With a flick of her fingers, she summons a flame that lingers above the wick of the candle. Despite the cavern's occasional drafts, the candle's flame remains steadfast, burning with unnaturally consistent intensity.

The tan red-haired girl, Lani, moves methodically around the cavern, scattering white powder and murmuring arcane words. The effect is immediate – the atmosphere grows heavier, the silence almost palpable, and the water in the pond appears frozen in time.

"Tama, Lani," the pink-haired girl commands, signaling the red-haired twins to act. With a cruel efficiency, Tama and Lani seize a woman and a man from the bound captives, dragging them across the stone floor. Their jagged blades flash, and the captives' throats are cruelly cut. The twins catch the blood in bowls, staining their once-pristine white clothing. After an agonizing eternity, the bloodletting ceases, and the siblings spread the life-giving fluid on the floor in a circular pattern, completing an eerily ritualistic circle.

The blue-eyed teen commands the snakes, "Tenebris, Raijin," and the creatures emerge from the shadows, their massive bodies glistening in the moonlight and candle's flicker.

"Leave the bones," the boy instructs, and the serpents oblige, swallowing the sacrificed victims whole before slithering away.

The twins continue their ritual, pouring the blood in a precise, circular motion, creating a blood-soaked path on the cavern floor. The eerie illumination cast by the moon and candle paints an unsettling scene, the remaining captives' muffled screams only add to the tension.

The blue-eyed teen drags the struggling priestess to the altar, while the other teens round up the remaining captives to join the grisly ceremony. The priestess' desperate pleas for divine intervention fall on deaf ears, as the pink-haired girl merely smirks at the woman's outburst.

"Are you not afraid of divine retribution?" the priestess cries, invoking the Goddess Aurielle. Her words hang heavy in the air, her body developing a golden aura but her prayers go unanswered. Instead, the pink-haired girl seizes the opportunity, driving her blade deep into the priestess' heart. The woman's golden aura fades, and her eyes meet the cold green gaze of her assailant, the final image burned into her memory before she succumbs to death.

As the priestess meets her untimely demise, the candle's flame flickers and dies, casting an eerie blue hue over the cavern. The moonlight intensifies, bathing the chamber in an otherworldly glow.

"Now," the pink-haired teen intones, and the group of teenagers, emboldened by the presence of the ethereal entity, step into the ritualistic circle, each holding a captive from among the bound people. The air crackles with anticipation as the teens prepare to complete the ancient rite.

Without warning, the cavern plunges into darkness, the candle's light snuffed out like a wick extinguished under pressure. The moonlight, however, persists, casting its inky blue shroud over the chamber. Amidst the sudden gloom, the faintest wisp of smoke rises, coalescing into a hazy, indistinct figure that hovers above the circle of captives.

"It's been centuries since I've last been summoned," the spectral voice whispers, the sound echoing ominously throughout the cave. The smoke figure descends upon the pink-haired teen, hovering just inches from her face, delivering an urgent, cryptic message.

Once the revelation is made, the smoky apparition begins to dissipate.

As the smoky figure disappears, the pink-haired girl leads the charge, her eyes ablaze with newfound determination. With a cold resolve, she drags a captive woman to the altar, situated in front of the now-blue-lit pond. The woman's muffled screams are drowned out by the oppressive silence, her struggle futile against the girl's iron grip.

With a swift motion, the pink-haired girl plunges her blade into the woman's chest. Blood spills onto the altar, painting the stone red. She picks up the knife, drenched in the woman's life essence, and places it on the blue flamed candle, the flames licking hungrily at the blood. To the group's surprise, the candle's flame doesn't extinguish but grows stronger, its eerie light casting an even more ominous pall over the scene.

As the group watches in awe and curiousity, the pink-haired girl turns to her fellow teenagers. "The time has come," she declares solemnly, her gaze sweeping over the circle of captives and her fellow ritual participants.

The black-haired and blue eyed teen nods in agreement, stepping up to the altar with a captive in tow. The blue-eyed teen does the same, his expression unreadable as he performs the gruesome act, the life fading from the victims' eyes. The red-haired twins and the blonde girl follow suit, their faces impassive as they contribute to the grisly offering.

The small male teen with large glasses, drags a struggling child to the altar and does the same, unemotionally.

The candle's blue flame grows increasingly intense, casting an eerie glow on the teens and their once-pristine attire now stained with the blood of their sacrifices.

The large man, the only one left with a living captive in his grasp, hesitates. The teens' reactions vary, ranging from sympathy to annoyance to disinterest. The pink-haired girl approaches him, her green eyes burning with expectation.

"Gregory," she asserts, her voice firm.

The large man's eyes flicker between the girl and the child, his brow creased in conflict. He knows the consequences of defiance, but the sight of a child on the brink of death weighs heavily on his conscience.

The large man's eyes dart between the pink-haired girl and the still-struggling child, his features twisted in anguish. As the tension mounts, the other teens begin to stir, their eyes narrowing in impatience. The pink-haired girl, however, maintains her steely resolve, her gaze fixed on the large man.