The heels echoed through the dimly lit chamber, each footfall sending a shiver down the prone figures. The prostate figures didn’t rise or lift their heads. The clicks stopped, and a lifeless voice spoke, “Show me.” those simple words lit a fire under the figures as they sprung to their feet, and they ran to set up a summoning circle. An eight-point star was quickly etched into the floor under the icy glare of the woman, her lithe fingers tapping on her crossed arms, her teeth slightly gritted in annoyance. “My queen.” The woman turned her head to a bowing man with golden hair running down his back in a neat braid. Though what stood out most was his eyes glowed with unhidden malicious glee, “Professor, it’s a pleasure as always.” A grin crossed the woman's face, though it didn’t reach her eyes. Reaching out a hand, the man took it and kissed it. “My queen, your ritual is done.” With that, the two looked toward the ritual; all eight points pointed to the eight human captives. Everyone was bound and gagged, many of them also having been hobbled just in case they tried to run. The area was devoid of all furnishing aswell, only the cold stone floor that seemed to hum with power. The robbed men and women seemed to shiver in anticipation, though their movements were jerky, close to a puppet having their strings yanked by trembling hands. That brought a slight sparkle to the woman's lifeless eyes as she walked toward the middle of the ritual circle, her arms raising as magic swirled around her, and the woman took a long and deep breath.

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The smell of burnt ozone and cooking flesh met her nose as one of the captives was boiled alive by the swirling vortex of power, the seven others quickly following. Their gagged screams cut off before they could scream out; taking her time, she weaved the last bit of the foundation of the spell before the ritual snapped the spell, completing with a loud clap of thunder. The woman sighed deeply and turned towards the Red-haired man, her smile sending a shiver up his spine; her lifeless eyes were filled with manic glee as she spoke. “Gather the four you find the easiest to control and send the others to the pits. I’d love to see those dogs fighting..for their pitiful lives..” With that, the man bowed and quickly left, the woman raising her arms as the world seemed to shatter around her fingers before it quickly sealed itself back together. “Let the great game begin once more~.” the twitching figures fell over like their strings were cut; though the bodies still existed, the souls didn't.