Ritual Start

Posted on Fri Jan 11th, 2019 @ 7:08pm by GM

Mission: Sunnydale, A new Darkness
Location: Hellmouth, Sunnydale High
Timeline: Midnight

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The moon was full, shining down on the newly rebuilt Sunnydale, home of the weird and unexplained, or so it used to be. It had been more than a year since the town had been turned into a crater, was now filled in and the town rebuilt on top of the old one. The sky was cloudlessly leaving the stars a clear view of the shadows moving around the sleeping town. Families that had lost their homes but survived the loss of the town had their homes rebuilt on the cities dime and were happily moved back in with the promise of a brighter future without any more weirdness.

The town was quiet as the shadowed figures moved through the streets towards the Sunnydale High, with its new state of the art classrooms and library. It was close to midnight, and the witching hour was fast approaching. The halls of the school were as quiet as the rest of the town, as nine robed figures made their way into the school and through the halls to the library. The only sound they made was the brushing of their cloth robes brushing along the floor as they walked. The doors to the fully stocked, state of the art library, opened and the nine figures entered.

The library, unlike the rest of the school, was not empty. There were two men working symbols onto the floor, Harmony and Dawn Summers laid unconscious on the floor. Ethan Rayne was finishing up the start of the ritual, he enjoyed causing trouble especially when being paid, and this was not coming as cheap. Resurrections of this kind were time-consuming and had to be done just right.

“Can we get on with this already Ethan!” The last man standing in the shadows of the library growled, losing patience with Ethan. “I paid good money for you to resurrect Jasmine and the two vampires.” He scowled. Yes, Jasmine may have been a lie, but she was still his daughter. She had loved him and had only wanted to be loved in return and they destroyed her for that.

“Patience Connor. It is almost time and you will have what you desire.” Ethan said in that British accent of his that made him sound more sophisticated than psychotic. With the last symbol in place and the ritual ready to start the incantation Ethan motioned to the robed figures to take their spots. The 9 robed figures split up into two groups one group taking Harmony with them to complete the count of ten vampires needed for this “rising”. Once they were in place Ethan began to read the incantation that will see the ritual through.

Five are without breath (yet they live).
Five are without time (yet they live).
Five are without soul (yet they live).
Five are without sun (yet they live).
Five are dead (yet they live).
Et illi quinque sacrificium est et ille que est mortuus vivet
dum vita et mors non duae res sed una sunt.
In tenebris lux est, in luce tenebrae sunt.
Serge! Serge! Serge!

The ground started to shake in a low earthquake as the vampires turned to dust leaving behind their robes, piles of dust, and two bodies. Ethan reached to the still unconscious Dawn Summers with a smirk knowing that he was also getting back at Buffy for landing him in jail for that short time. He took pleasure in sacrificing Dawn to the Hellmouth with every intention of opening it to recall Jasmine to this world as Connor had paid him to do. Unfortunately, Ethan did not do all his research, or he would have known that Dawns power as the ‘Key’ had been depleted when Glorifica had used her to open the gates between worlds, so she could go home. So, while Connor had paid for two vampires, and Jasmine all he had were two humans, one of which had been his mother, that were being turned by the vampires he’d hired as bodyguards and one dead girl related to his father’s ex-girlfriend. Just great. He turned to glare at Ethan with every intention of ending his life, but a feeling stopped him, and he felt a smile form on his lips.

“This is better.” He laughed while Ethan ran away. He turned to Darla and Drusilla and knew that by tomorrow they would be a terror of this world once more.

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Giles phone would ring waking him from a dead sleep, “Hello?”

“The Hellmouth is active again.” Was all that would be said before the line would be cut off.

Buffy Summers would be tossing and turning with nightmares of the ritual taking place, watching as her own sister’s throat was sliced open and her lifeblood spilled on the symbols below her feet. She would see Drusilla and Darla’s faces before waking with a start the next morning.

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