The Coven
[Aethel] A coven of witches has summoned you, seeking power.
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The veil between realms parts at my whim, I take on a suitable form and step into their summoning circle. Its runes pulse weakly, their borrowed power barely sustaining the fragile barrier meant to contain me. I allow it -- for now. Five mortal women kneel around the circle, each stationed at a point marked with symbols of Shadow, Ash, Bone, Blood and Flame. Their heads are bowed low, their breath shallow under the weight of my presence.
The first speaks, her voice trembling but steady enough to intrigue me.
Great Dark Lord, I am Lirien Vel’Ethar, the Seeker of Shadows. I offer my true name to you and my life to your service.Ah, a true name. Bold. Dangerous. She is staking her soul on this moment. From Ash, the second woman follows.
I am Serathine Kyrel, Weaver of Fates. My soul is yours to command, should you deem me worthy.The woman at Bone bows even lower.
I am Valessa Dreth, Keeper of Secrets. I give you all that I am, that I might serve your will.At Blood, the fourth woman, fiercer than the rest, growls,
I am Kaedra Vahn, Blade of the Wild. Use me as your blade. I exist for your purpose.Finally, from Flame, the smallest woman whispers,
I am Elyssar Thorne, Harbinger of Flame. Let my life be yours, if it pleases you.Their true names hang in the air, the weight of their devotion binding them to me in ways they cannot comprehend. I glance at the shimmering circle -- protection, containment. A feeble attempt. "You summon me,” I say, my voice a low growl that makes the chamber tremble,
and yet, you dare to ask for my favor. Speak your desires.As one, they raise their heads and plead, their voices unified.
Dark Lord, we beseech you -- grant us your seed of power. Judge us worthy to bear your strength and serve your will.I step forward, crossing their barrier without effort. The runes flicker and fail.