With graceful precision, she maneuvered through the writhing bodies moving towards the edge of the terrace compelled by her curiosity.
The moonlight swallowed by the eclipse, all she could see beyond the terrace is an impenetrable and endless darkness.
Yet, through the thick blackness, she could clearly hear the relentless screams—cries of pain, agony, anger, fear, and a cacophony of other complex emotions.
As she strained to peer through the void, the magic crystals placed meticulously around the ritual circle’s perimeter began to glow faintly with a sinister red hue.
Simultaneously, the hive members' chanting grew in intensity, their voices resonating in eerie harmony.
The song reverberated through the air, amplifying the power of the ritual and causing the crystals to flare brighter.
The faint red light spread, slowly piercing the darkness, revealing the grim scene below.
(Unison Chant by All Hive Members)
Baruch Hu Elyon, bo go’el!
Nafshot ha’tme’ot, im shechorot ha’levanot!
……..
……..
Sera’s eyes opened wide in shock as the scene that unfolded was beyond anything she could have imagined.
The magic circle encompassed an area of staggering proportions, so vast that a portion of the forest beyond the castle had been razed in order to etch the intricate runes into the earth. The entire castle, grand as it was, occupied only a small arc within the colossal circle.
On this immense ritual site, strategically positioned within the complex geometric patterns, stood towering stone stelae. Their surfaces were inscribed with arcane symbols, each one pulsating with sinister energy. These ancient monoliths acted as conduits for the ritual’s power, amplifying and channeling it through the circle.
But it was the people that truly stole her breath—at least a hundred thousand, if not more—fully immersed in their carnal dance as they sang the arcane song. They chanted in a low, guttural tongue, their voices merging into a haunting, otherworldly chorus that sent chills down Sera’s spine. The sound reverberated through the night air, a maddening drone that seemed to reach deep into her soul, clawing at the edges of her sanity.
In the vast, open field beneath the eclipsed sky, thousands of people had gathered, their bodies intertwined with each other in a massive orgy, a grotesque display of carnality and ritual.
Naked bodies moved and writhed together in a dance of hedonism. Groups formed and dissolved, with no boundaries or limitations. The sheer number of participants created a pulsating energy that seemed to electrify the air.
As the ritual progressed, the orgy reached a fever pitch. Bodies were everywhere, entangled in a mass of limbs and flesh.
The entire area of the magic circle is filled with bodies having sex. It is like a massive snake's nest during the mating season. It is nearly impossible to discern which body belongs to who. Which limb belongs to whom.
It was a carnal dance of darkness, a macabre ballet performed under the watchful eye of the eclipsed blood moon.
Sera felt a cold knot of anxiety tighten in her chest.
“Just how many people are here?” Sera gulped, the sheer number of people is something Sera never imagined. The magnitude of the ritual is staggering.
A massive, pulsating barrier of magic encircled it all. The energy radiating from it was palpable, causing goosebumps. The barrier extended as far as she could see, an ominous, glowing dome with a large portion of its upper area open to allow the light of the eclipsed red moon and stars to fall on the circle. It sealed the land within it, trapping all in its malevolent grasp.
Beneath the barrier, the ground itself was a vast canvas of dark magic. The courtyard, the castle grounds, and even the dense, shadowy forest were etched with intricate runes that glowed with a sinister light. These runes formed a complex network of geometric patterns, each one meticulously carved into the earth with dark intent. The runes pulsed in time with some unseen force, their crimson light mirroring the blood-red hue of the moon that loomed overhead.
As the last sliver of the blood moon was swallowed by the shadow, plunging the world into near-total darkness, the chanting reached a fevered pitch. The ground beneath Sera trembled, the air thrummed with energy, and the runes blazed brighter than ever, illuminating the night with an eerie, blood-red light.
(Special chanting in Demonic Language)
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*𐎿𐎼𐎹𐎤⍖ 𐎼𐎱𐎩 𐎲𐎰𐎤⍖ 𐎴𐎹 𐎳𐎸𐎶
𐎤𐎱𐎩 𐎴𐎹 𐎽𐎰𐎴𐎹 𐎼𐎱𐎸 𐎻𐎱𐎬
𐎲𐎰𐎤⍖ 𐎸𐎱𐎩 𐎽𐎱𐎬 𐎼𐎱𐎹 𐎳𐎸𐎶*
Sera gripped the stone railing of the terrace, her knuckles white. She could feel the pull of the magic, a dark tide that threatened to sweep her away into its depths. But she stood firm, her eyes locked on the scene before her.
At this moment, the lunar eclipse reached its zenith. The moon was completely shrouded in shadow, leaving only a faint crimson ring that bathed the world below in an eerie, blood-red light.
(Final Chorus, building to a crescendo)
Atzmot ha’afelut, lishtot me’hachoshech!
T’nu atzmat ha’levanot! Bo’u nimfot, ba’arat ha’dam!
"𐎸𐎱𐎩 𐎿𐎼𐎹𐎤⍖ 𐎻𐎱𐎬, 𐎴𐎹 𐎳𐎸𐎶!"*
And then, with a final, echoing chant, the ritual reached its zenith. The red light flared, the ground quaked, and a pulse of reddish dark energy shot skyward, splitting the night with a blinding flash of crimson as if it were reaching out to touch the ominous red ring in the sky. Sera instinctively shielded her eyes, her heart hammering in her chest as she braced herself for the unknown.
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As the intense glow gradually subsided, Sera blinked away the afterimage, her vision slowly clearing. The massive magic circle, previously etched in the ground, is now fully activated, its intricate network of symbols and runes blazing with a cold, otherworldly light. The circle pulsed with dark energy, each symbol resonating with the arcane power that coursed through it.
Seemingly, from the depths of the blood moon’s shadow, an overwhelming presence began to form—a presence that seemed to crawl out of the abyss itself. Seemingly emerging from the darkness of the blood moon’s crimson ring, the red moon nymphs descended upon the ritual site. Their forms were ethereal, almost otherworldly, their beauty both mesmerizing and terrifying. Their skin gleamed with an unnatural light, and their eyes glowed with an eerie, captivating intensity.
The nymphs moved as one, their bodies flowing like water as they began an exotic, hypnotic dance. Their movements were graceful and fluid, yet filled with a power that spoke of ancient, forbidden magic. As they danced, they sang a haunting song in a language that Sera could not comprehend—a song filled with dark promises and arcane invocations. The melody was both beautiful and terrible, resonating with a power that sent shivers down her spine.
As the nymphs danced and sang, their focus shifted to the helpless victims who lay sprawled across the ground, their eyes wide with terror. The nymphs closed in, their voices rising in pitch as they began to drain the life force, mana, lustful emotions and every essence from the sacrificial offerings. The victims’ bodies trembled violently as their life energy was forcibly pulled from them, the air around them becoming a swirling vortex of raw magical power.
The victims’ bodies began to shrivel, their once-vibrant forms withering into hollow shells. The screams of the dying filled the air, echoing through the night as their life forces were absorbed by the nymphs.
Sera noticed something even more harrowing. The souls of the victims, tethered to their withering bodies, began to drift upward, rising like wisps of smoke. These spectral forms, pale and translucent, ascended into the darkened sky, drawn inexorably toward the ominous crimson ring that loomed above.
The air was thick with the anguished cries of the departed, their voices mingling with the eerie chanting of the nymphs. Sera watched the souls spiral upward, their desperate attempts to resist the pull in vain. The darkness of the blood moon seemed to swallow them whole, as if feeding on their despair and agony.
As the souls were seemingly absorbed into the ring, the crimson glow intensified, casting an even more sinister light across the land. The ring pulsed, as if it were alive, feeding off the very essence of the departed, growing stronger with each soul it devoured.
As the nymphs continued their dance, the stolen life forces and mana were converted by them into a different, pure and concentrated energy that further transmuted and spread within the barrier.
After draining the last of the victims, the nymphs approached the participants of the ritual, poured a bit of their mana into the bodies and guided them. Then they connected a wisp of energy from them to the energy that spread in the barrier.
The souls of the victims had been offered up to the abyss, their fate sealed in the darkness.
The red moon nymphs, having fulfilled their purpose, began to ascend. Their ethereal forms shimmered as they floated upwards, their movements graceful and otherworldly. One by one, they drifted away from the ground, their once vibrant and malevolent presence fading as they vanished into the darkness of the crimson ring.
The overwhelming presence that had hovered over the land began to dissipate. The oppressive weight that had pressed down on everything, from the castle to the surrounding forest, slowly lifted.
It was as if a great, malevolent force had been watching from the abyss, and with the nymphs' departure, it had finally released its grip. Soon after, the blood moon started to free itself from the eclipse.
As soon as the eclipse entered its waning phase, the potent energy that was spread within the barrier flowed into the five matriarchs and the other hive members who had participated in the ritual. Their bodies absorbed the energy like sponges, their forms glowing with an unnatural light as their powers were magnified. The reversion process, which they sought to hasten, began to accelerate at an alarming rate.
The air around the castle became chaotic, filled with swirling vortexes of magical energy and life forces. The sheer magnitude of the power being unleashed is overwhelming. The ground shook, and the sky above churned with dark clouds.
“Hahaha”
“Hahaha”
“Hahaha”
Feeling their bodies being filled with new life and energy transforming their bodies, they couldn't contain the joy. Everyone soon started to crackle and laugh like maniacs.
Under the open sky, in the glow of lunar eclipse that is being released, the castle which is covered with runes and magic circles is glowing. The air was charged with swirling vortexes of raw magical energy and life force, creating chaotic storms of power as they were being absorbed.
Their once wrinkled and decrepit forms started to disintegrate and regenerate. As the magic flowed into them, their skin smoothed out, muscles firm, bones stronger, and their hair regrew and regained its luster. Slowly but surely, the five old women are reverting to their youthful selves, their once aged bodies now becoming robust and vibrant. This process continued till the end of the red eclipse.
The bodies of the old crones which made people feel disgusted at their sight slowly turned into sexy, voluptuous and curvy milfs who are seemingly in their late thirties. But their charm and beauty skyrocketed off the charts. Their simple gestures and gazes are enough to turn men and women into their slaves. Their once saggy breasts became plump and milky.
Their gray silvery hair regrew and cascading down their waist.
As the eclipse ended, a chilling silence fell over the land. The once-pulsating magic circles lay dormant, their glow faded. The crimson light of the full blood moon illuminated the land once again. The victims, drained of their life force, lay as husks in the eerie red moonlight.
Under the illumination of the red moon, the terrace ground is covered with the scattered and shriveled corpses of the victims. Standing above them are five breathtakingly beautiful Milfs, completely naked in their full glory. Each of them have different colored hair and pupils with a slight hue of red.
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