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gremlinhaus[ There was a very specific reason why Essek was here at this moment.
All around him was gathered components, and within his hand he held chalk with which he was drawing the familiar pentagram that would assist in his mission. For his entire life, he had been gatekept, he came from a long line of witches, all of them female; the power passed down through matriarchal laws and blood-- from woman to woman.
However he was the black sheep, the one who had been given far more power than was comfortable for the bloodline in which it had been strictly locked up. Because of this, no female line could inherit and even right now etched into his chest was a binding spell that was unbreakable though oh, how he had tried. It had been placed there by he who he had been given in marriage to; locked until at which point a female was conceived which would then continue the line downward.
There was nothing more vengeful than a cat who had been caged, and right now Essek Thelyss was out for blood and perhaps even a healthy dose of revenge. There was that intrinsic longing for freedom to do what he wanted, not wanting to be bound by tradition to a familial coven who cared more about the line than him. He wanted to put a stop to it, perhaps even get this angry scar of a sigil on his chest removed, wanting night upon night of assault to end.
He did not care what he summoned, the only thing he wanted was for whatever power he could bid to rise to invoke retribution, to free him. Logically he knew that he would be entrusting his fate into the devil he did not know-- but at this point in time, that seemed far preferrable.
And that was how he had roped Alex into this. Someone who was well versed in the rituals if not well practiced; he could not do this alone because there was so much that could go wrong. Best to have two hands in it, even though he knew that it was not Alex's job to intervene but rather to 'watch' but he was desperate, and Alex knew how much he hated Adeen.
Desperate times called for desperate measures, and it was then that Essek finished the circle and then set his chalk down gently. ]
The circle is complete, the components are gathered.. it is time.
All around him was gathered components, and within his hand he held chalk with which he was drawing the familiar pentagram that would assist in his mission. For his entire life, he had been gatekept, he came from a long line of witches, all of them female; the power passed down through matriarchal laws and blood-- from woman to woman.
However he was the black sheep, the one who had been given far more power than was comfortable for the bloodline in which it had been strictly locked up. Because of this, no female line could inherit and even right now etched into his chest was a binding spell that was unbreakable though oh, how he had tried. It had been placed there by he who he had been given in marriage to; locked until at which point a female was conceived which would then continue the line downward.
There was nothing more vengeful than a cat who had been caged, and right now Essek Thelyss was out for blood and perhaps even a healthy dose of revenge. There was that intrinsic longing for freedom to do what he wanted, not wanting to be bound by tradition to a familial coven who cared more about the line than him. He wanted to put a stop to it, perhaps even get this angry scar of a sigil on his chest removed, wanting night upon night of assault to end.
He did not care what he summoned, the only thing he wanted was for whatever power he could bid to rise to invoke retribution, to free him. Logically he knew that he would be entrusting his fate into the devil he did not know-- but at this point in time, that seemed far preferrable.
And that was how he had roped Alex into this. Someone who was well versed in the rituals if not well practiced; he could not do this alone because there was so much that could go wrong. Best to have two hands in it, even though he knew that it was not Alex's job to intervene but rather to 'watch' but he was desperate, and Alex knew how much he hated Adeen.
Desperate times called for desperate measures, and it was then that Essek finished the circle and then set his chalk down gently. ]
The circle is complete, the components are gathered.. it is time.
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Date: 2025-03-26 06:39 pm (UTC)What could Bren possibly have done that he did not consent to? That could not be possible nor could it be right, he turned but only halfway-- the hand could still remained splayed, as well as the palm to his chest just over his heart.
He did not pull away. ] As I recall, everything that has happened between them.. I have given my consent to.
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[ Breakfast in bed? Henry had never once in his life had breakfast in bed-- Pizza had been a new revelation for him too, but it had been delightful; extra pineapple, thank you. But he imagined Alex doing that for him, and it made him melt in such a warm and drippy way. He was a candle and he was melting, because Alex had lit him.
Nowhere in the Hell Handbook had he been prepared for this.
He kept his own arm firm and steady, likely the drugs would still be flowing through Alex's bloodstream for the rest of the evening; best to make him as comfortable as possibly while they waited it out. ] ]
Dare I ask what your specialty for breakfast in bed is?