Renee - Cataclysm part II - R
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darker_londonRenee clicked "update journal", and that was that. There was nothing more to be said.
She rose and set about her room, packing magickal supplies into her shoulder bag. She didn't need too much for this, but these weren't items she could get away with carrying about openly. This time, though, she supposed she would have to at least acknowledge her father as she left. Especially since she hadn't actually called Scarlett like she was supposed to.
"I am going out!" she called, not even stopping as she made her way out the door. Her father called out something in response, but it didn't sound important.
What was important was that she made her way somewhere that wasn't here. Somewhere with a connection to Nature, to Power.
Perhaps... Regent's Park.
* * *
At this time of night, Regent's Park was practically deserted. There would be some questionable types about, Renee knew, but she trusted in the dark gods to protect her. She was going to need their power for this.
She chose a shadowy area far from the beaten path, beneath a tree that seemed to strive for the Heavens. Its strong roots, meanwhile, drove deep into the ground. Perfect. A conduit between Heaven and Earth.
It was time.
She removed the knife from her bag and placed it on the ground before her. That would come later. Crystals to symbolise each of the elements - Fire in the north, Air in the east, Earth in the south, Water in the west. These were all the paraphernalia she would need. The rest was down to her own invocation.
And what an invocation it would be, the most ambitious she had ever attempted. Forget Chaos Magick, this was the real thing. But if Deirdre could harness that power... so could she.
Invulnerability would be hers.
"Isis... Osiris... Horus... Who together are called IOH, I summon thee!" she began. The tree stirred in the wind. A good sign.
"IOH, I beg your protection, a humble servant of your almighty will." Yes. IOH would know the evil wrought upon her. It was IOH's will that she be free of it, she was sure.
"IOH... bless your humble servant with the power of invulnerability, that the wrath of neither man nor steel shall do me harm!"
The wind blew stronger now, and Renee could feel the power coursing through her veins. It was working! She would only need it for a few moments, she didn't even need to sustain it. She should have known. Of course it was working! Now, for the second part of the operation...
* * *
Bill Collins was late home from work that evening, and had decided to take a shortcut through the darker areas of Regents Park. Most people would have thought it a stupid thing to do, but he wasn't worried. Who was going to bother a plain-looking, middle-aged man in a cheap, blue-collar suit?
He was quite lost in his own mundane thoughts when he heard the chanting. His curiosity piqued, he made his way over to a bush, hiding behind it. Just beyond, standing beneath a tree, a young, beautiful girl was picking up a knife. What was she doing? From her dark clothing and make-up, he figured that she was maybe one of those Goths doing some sort of Satanic ritual. Well, each to their own. The girl was bloody hot, and whatever she was doing was fascinating to watch. He settled down onto his haunches and observed.
* * *
The knife pulsed and vibrated in Renee's hand. Good. It trembled with her power. So it should.
Renee was trembling too. Even with IOH coursing through her, what she was about to do evoked enormous fear in her. She was about to call upon the darkest of the dark. Evil incarnate.
"Sebekh," she intoned, the grotesque name leaving a foul taste in her mouth. "Devourer of Children, hear me now! Take this child growing in my womb, and deliver it unto Hell!"
She could hear Sebekh's roar. He was approaching! There wasn't much time. She would have to sate him now!
"Sebekh, guide my knife!" The Underworld awaits, Marcel.
"IOH protect me..."
And with those final words, she drove the knife deep into her womb.
* * *
"Oh shit!" The young man dashed out from his place behind the bushes, skidding to a halt by the girl's twitching body. Blood was beginning to seep out of the wound, winding its way past the hilt of the knife. The wound was deep, so very deep.
Billy fumbled in his pocket for his mobile phone, his shaking hands struggling to dial 999 as he extracted it. He finally managed it though, and was able to give the ambulance service loose directions to this secluded area of Regent's Park...
* * *
As the knife bit into her, the world snapped back into focus with stunning clarity. The gods were gone. No... not just gone. They were never there to begin with.
It was all so very clear to her now. She had been living a lie. There was nothing out there. She could feel the blood in every single vain in her body, acutely hear every cell as it coursed through her.
Somehow, she had ended up on her back, on the ground. She could feel the coldness beneath her, the damp grass.
The knife was really starting to hurt.
Don't pull it out. Pierre said that was bad.
There was somebody talking nearby, but she couldn't tell what they were saying. What were they doing?
She had a vague sense that time had passed. There were flashing lights. Red. Pretty, pretty red. "Scar...?" She coughed as she tried to speak, feeling the blood collect around her mouth. She knew it was blood. She could taste it.
Her eyes were unfocusing. There was a pretty woman before her, trying to comfort her. Irish accent.
"Deirdre..." she smiled, even though it hurt to speak. Finally, awareness left her.
She rose and set about her room, packing magickal supplies into her shoulder bag. She didn't need too much for this, but these weren't items she could get away with carrying about openly. This time, though, she supposed she would have to at least acknowledge her father as she left. Especially since she hadn't actually called Scarlett like she was supposed to.
"I am going out!" she called, not even stopping as she made her way out the door. Her father called out something in response, but it didn't sound important.
What was important was that she made her way somewhere that wasn't here. Somewhere with a connection to Nature, to Power.
Perhaps... Regent's Park.
* * *
At this time of night, Regent's Park was practically deserted. There would be some questionable types about, Renee knew, but she trusted in the dark gods to protect her. She was going to need their power for this.
She chose a shadowy area far from the beaten path, beneath a tree that seemed to strive for the Heavens. Its strong roots, meanwhile, drove deep into the ground. Perfect. A conduit between Heaven and Earth.
It was time.
She removed the knife from her bag and placed it on the ground before her. That would come later. Crystals to symbolise each of the elements - Fire in the north, Air in the east, Earth in the south, Water in the west. These were all the paraphernalia she would need. The rest was down to her own invocation.
And what an invocation it would be, the most ambitious she had ever attempted. Forget Chaos Magick, this was the real thing. But if Deirdre could harness that power... so could she.
Invulnerability would be hers.
"Isis... Osiris... Horus... Who together are called IOH, I summon thee!" she began. The tree stirred in the wind. A good sign.
"IOH, I beg your protection, a humble servant of your almighty will." Yes. IOH would know the evil wrought upon her. It was IOH's will that she be free of it, she was sure.
"IOH... bless your humble servant with the power of invulnerability, that the wrath of neither man nor steel shall do me harm!"
The wind blew stronger now, and Renee could feel the power coursing through her veins. It was working! She would only need it for a few moments, she didn't even need to sustain it. She should have known. Of course it was working! Now, for the second part of the operation...
* * *
Bill Collins was late home from work that evening, and had decided to take a shortcut through the darker areas of Regents Park. Most people would have thought it a stupid thing to do, but he wasn't worried. Who was going to bother a plain-looking, middle-aged man in a cheap, blue-collar suit?
He was quite lost in his own mundane thoughts when he heard the chanting. His curiosity piqued, he made his way over to a bush, hiding behind it. Just beyond, standing beneath a tree, a young, beautiful girl was picking up a knife. What was she doing? From her dark clothing and make-up, he figured that she was maybe one of those Goths doing some sort of Satanic ritual. Well, each to their own. The girl was bloody hot, and whatever she was doing was fascinating to watch. He settled down onto his haunches and observed.
* * *
The knife pulsed and vibrated in Renee's hand. Good. It trembled with her power. So it should.
Renee was trembling too. Even with IOH coursing through her, what she was about to do evoked enormous fear in her. She was about to call upon the darkest of the dark. Evil incarnate.
"Sebekh," she intoned, the grotesque name leaving a foul taste in her mouth. "Devourer of Children, hear me now! Take this child growing in my womb, and deliver it unto Hell!"
She could hear Sebekh's roar. He was approaching! There wasn't much time. She would have to sate him now!
"Sebekh, guide my knife!" The Underworld awaits, Marcel.
"IOH protect me..."
And with those final words, she drove the knife deep into her womb.
* * *
"Oh shit!" The young man dashed out from his place behind the bushes, skidding to a halt by the girl's twitching body. Blood was beginning to seep out of the wound, winding its way past the hilt of the knife. The wound was deep, so very deep.
Billy fumbled in his pocket for his mobile phone, his shaking hands struggling to dial 999 as he extracted it. He finally managed it though, and was able to give the ambulance service loose directions to this secluded area of Regent's Park...
* * *
As the knife bit into her, the world snapped back into focus with stunning clarity. The gods were gone. No... not just gone. They were never there to begin with.
It was all so very clear to her now. She had been living a lie. There was nothing out there. She could feel the blood in every single vain in her body, acutely hear every cell as it coursed through her.
Somehow, she had ended up on her back, on the ground. She could feel the coldness beneath her, the damp grass.
The knife was really starting to hurt.
Don't pull it out. Pierre said that was bad.
There was somebody talking nearby, but she couldn't tell what they were saying. What were they doing?
She had a vague sense that time had passed. There were flashing lights. Red. Pretty, pretty red. "Scar...?" She coughed as she tried to speak, feeling the blood collect around her mouth. She knew it was blood. She could taste it.
Her eyes were unfocusing. There was a pretty woman before her, trying to comfort her. Irish accent.
"Deirdre..." she smiled, even though it hurt to speak. Finally, awareness left her.
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