Chapter 06: The group of eight_BLEEDER, UNTIL THE MOON BLEEDS

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Eight figures were walking through the narrow corridor. They wore dark, long, hooded dresses that covered their faces.

They all walked with a dignified attitude, their heads held high. Their shoulders brushed each other as the corridor became narrower and their pace quickened.

They all pushed each other as they made their way through the tight space, their determination evident in their actions. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Amidst their determined stride, one hooded figure stumbled, inadvertently dropping an object that clattered to the cold floor. Suddenly, their footsteps stopped, and an uneasy silence filled the air, turning their attention to the person who dropped the item.

''Six dropped that.''

They all muttered the same thing. But the disgust in their voice was evident.

Despite their shared purpose, a tangible underlying disapproval threaded through their united demeanour.

The one who dropped the object struggled to find it in the darkness.

''What is Six doing?''

They all asked simultaneously.

"My apologies," the one who had caused the accident murmured, his voice tinged with both embarrassment and remorse.

''Six said sorry.''

''Six said sorry.'' The room fell silent as everyone processed his apology.

The tension in the room began to dissipate as the person's apology sank in. People exchanged glances, their expressions softening with understanding.

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''Six found it.''

''Six found it.'' They all nodded in agreement.

''Yes, Six found it.'' The individual who had unintentionally dropped the object nodded in concurrence.

''Is it broken?''

''Is it broken? They all asked in unison, their concern evident in their voices.

''No, it's not.'' Six held the object high in his hand, relieved expressions spreading across their faces.

''One is going.''

''Two is going.''

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''Three is going.''

''Four is going.''

''Five is going.''

''Seven is going.''

''Eight is going.''

"Six will go," he announced, his voice filled with determination.

They reached a large black wooden door as they continued on.

One of the hooded figures pushed the heavy door open with a creaking sound, heightening the dreadful atmosphere.

The room beyond was shrouded in darkness, but faint whispers were echoing from within.

Only a dim light shone in the centre. The light emitted through the opening in the ceiling revealed the moon in the sky. The moon in the sky cast an eerie glow on the room, heightening the dreadful atmosphere.

There were several figures in the darkness of the room surrounding the fading light.

When those figures became aware of the newcomers' presence, soon the whispers became hushed and all eyes turned towards them.

The ambiance of the space changed as the eight hooded people entered. They slowly approached the centre, their presence sending a chilling wave through the air.

''Six!''

''Six!'' The repetitive chant from the new arrivals grew louder and more intense, filling the room with an eerie energy.

One of the hooded figures slowly stepped forward, raising his hand as he reached the centre. The object in his hand shines in the dim light.

The object in his hand shines in the dim light, revealing the objects, which resemble an iron box with intricate engravings. The engravings depict symbols and patterns.

"How many do you have in there?" One of the figures asked, pointing at the object in his hand.

''Just one!'' Six said regretfully.

''Is that the last one? Or do you have more? ''

''This is the only one that we were able to find.''

''Yes, that's correct.''

''Yes, that's correct.'' The remaining figures from the group of eight were stated regretfully.

''So, don't waste it like last time.''

''Sorry, that was a mistake on our side. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.'' Six added, acknowledging their mistake.

"But we paid a huge prize for that.'' The figure in the dark whispered, his voice filled with remorse.

''Sorry, that was a defective test subject for our great cause," six admitted, realising the consequences of their error.

''We are sorry!''

''We are sorry!'' they exclaimed, their voices trembling with guilt and regret.

''So don't make any...''

''ENOUGH!'' A domineering voice echoed from the far corner of the room. ''BEGIN NOW!''

Suddenly the voices fell silent, and a tense atmosphere filled the room.

''One!'' Six turned the box towards the group of eight and motioned his head for One to start.

From the group of eight, One took a deep breath and walked towards Six.

As One neared the centre, a cloaked figure emerged from the distant shadows, bearing a heavy load upon his shoulder.

One received the box from Six and waited for the new figure to reach the centre.

The new figure appeared to be carrying a body over his shoulder as he moved towards the centre.

The figure carefully lays the body on the engraved floor, revealing a human covered in clothes. The figure slowly removes the clothes, exposing the pale, naked body of a motionless young girl.

One sat next to the girl, adjusting the girl's body to the centre where the moonlight hits the cold floor surface. And proceed to check the girl's breathing by laying a finger over the girl's nose.

After a few moments of silence, the One lets out a sigh of relief as a faint breath hits the finger. One turned to the rest of the group and motioned for them to start.

Slowly, they circled the girl and One, their movements synchronised and deliberate. A tense anticipation enveloped the room as their voices united in an eerie, ancient chant, weaving a haunting melody that filled the air.

One brought the box closer to the girl and slowly opened it, displaying a small silver vial the size of his small finger.

Retrieving a delicate knife from his waist, One held it up to the moonlight, its intricate craftsmanship shimmering. He reverently brushed his finger against its sharp edge.

One held the knife above the girl's chest as One prepared to stab her in the heart. The moonlight reflected off the glinting blade, illuminating the menacing shine in One's eyes.

One started chanting along with the rest, and the voices of the chanting increased at the same moment the knife came down, piercing the air with a chilling sound.

The knife pierced the girl's chest, resembling butter as it went through her flesh effortlessly.

One gently removed the knife from the chest, blood gushing over the opening and covering the bare-skinned girl in a pool of red.

The blood wrapped her like a red dress. Highlighting her pale skin and contrasting starkly with her delicate features.

Placing the knife back into the belt on the waist, One swiftly opened the small lid of the vial and held it over the girl's wound. One's hand trembled as he struggled to get a drop from the vial.

Finally, a drop of red liquid poured from the vial onto the girl's chest. The red liquid fell onto the wound, seeping into the wound and mingling with the blood.

One stood slowly and joined those who had been standing around in a circle. As One joined in the chanting, their chanting increased in volume and fervour.

Their collective voices rippled through the room, filled with hope and anticipation.

The eyes of the rest of the figures in the darkness of the room widened in anticipation, and their collective breath was held as they waited for any sign of a reaction from the girl.

As the chanting echoed through the room, the moonlight on the girl began to shine brighter.

Suddenly, the blood on the girl's heart began to move, swirling and pulsating with an otherworldly energy.

Slowly, the blood started to merge and begin to flow towards the girl's heart.

The puddle of blood the girl was in began to get smaller and smaller. As the blood kept flowing into her heart, her bare body began to reveal itself.

The girl's complexion started to change, becoming warmer and more vibrant. Her skin took on a radiant glow, as if infused with newfound life.

The wound on her chest began to self heal and closed up, leaving behind nothing.

All the blood stains and marks disappeared, leaving her skin flawless and unblemished.

The girl's body shone in the moonlight as it glistened with a newfound radiance.

In the far corner of the room, the figure with the domineering voice was tapping on the wall in a rhythmic pattern, matching the beat of the girl's glowing aura. The figure scratched his chin in frustration. Revealing the golden lion ring on his finger.

At the same time, realising some light moments with the girl, the group of eight abruptly stopped their chanting. They watched the girl closely in anticipation and wonder, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and awe.

The room fell silent, as if holding its breath, waiting for what would happen next.

A knowing smile curled at the corner of the figure's lips as his gaze remained fixated on the girl.

The girl's eyes flickered, struggling to open. Gently, her eyelids opened, revealing a shining red iris.

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Chapter 06: The group of eight

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