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"Hey do you know where we could find more twigs?"

A faceless robe turned to meet the question "We got all that we can, Purifier sir"

The man rolled his eyes, none of them listened when he told them not to call him that.

He thought it was so lame, such a lame name.

He sighed and turned to his other little helpers, "Are the circles done?"

The two of them responded, "Yes sir, the nullification circle was completed inside the consecration and binding circles, just as you said."

A crazed smile spread across the strangers face, making an unseen shiver travel up the robed character's spine,"Perfect."

A loud, terrified scream ripped through the air, breaking the ominous silence. A loaded sigh slipped past the mans lips as he turned to see his guest.

"Wh-Where am I? What the hell is going on?!"

The man clapped, grabbing the girls attention with a smile, "Ah! You're finally awake, perfect! Now we can get started."

Confusion fused with anger as the girl stared at the crazed excitement of the man, "And who the fuck are you?!"

The man shook his head, unsatisfied, "Such foul language for someone in your position."

The anger left her face, leaving confusion once more, "What do you mean my...?"

The girl then started to take in her surroundings, quickly taking the thing around her, realizing where she was, in the middle of our bonfire tied to a large wooden stake.

A chuckle bubbled out of the man, malicious and deranged, as he watched the realization washed over her face.

Panic rose in the girl as she struggled in her restraints. The zip ties were spelled to be as strong as steal, unfortunately for her.

"No, no, no please, y-you can't do this!" She wailed.

The shook his head, "Tch, tch, tch I dont think you understand, I actually can do this," a glint appeared in the man's eye as his insanity took hold, "in fact I need to do this, rid the world of your evil. You're a fucking sickness and allowing you to live would mean the end of all of us."

The man took a deep breath, running a tattooed hand through his dark brown hair. Trying to calm his nerves.

He would hate to have stress wrinkles.

The fire haired girl felt the fear, churning like milk until it became desperation. She closed her eyes, searching for the well, the power, only to be met with a gate. Able to feel the power, but never able to access.

The man chuckled, "Irritating isn't it? The magic is so close you can taste it, but yet just out of reach. If you hadn't noticed, you're inside three circles, one of binding, one of nullification, and one of consecration. That means no magic you inbred waste of space."

She growled, "Just who the hell are you?"

The man sighed, so much life was in this one, for now. What a shame such promise, such power, was wasted.

As the man snapped his fingers, three robed figures emerged from the darkness of the woods behind him, as soundless as they were faceless.

The man stared at the fiery haired girl, memorizing what the feeling felt like, the feeling of a purpose being close to completion.

"You know what to do." the man said,  waving a sigil tatted hand.

One of the faceless robes nodded, raising a black gloved hand, blazing green fire burst to life upon a  gloved fingertip. With silence, the robed figure threw the flame to the base of the pedestal the girl was tied to, the green flames spreading quickly up the kindling, inching closer to the captive tied on it.

She looked up from the flames not wanting to see her end fastly approach.

Turning her face to the sky, a feeling of despair to hold, she was desperate and called out one dying spell, using her life as the payment, "As blood calls to blood, my magic calls to those alike, I call upon the most powerful of the magic of our "Dark" bloodline, may my memories be of help to you, uphold the balance.Nuntius ex Mortuus"

The man chuckled as he heard the little witches spell, thinking it wouldnt work. As his sanity slipped away as the witch's agonizing screams and cries filled the air, a deranged smile grew across his face.

"She never even knew my name..." he laughed as the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

One of the faceless bowed his head.

"The Dark One didnt deserve to, for you are our new Genesis, one she will not see." he responded.

Another unhinged chuckle bubbled from him, "Yes...Genesis, I like the sound of that."