Issue # 58- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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“So I assume we`re just waiting for the moon to come to its fullest? Or is that only needed for the ceremony where the baboon holds the lion cub to the sky? I tend to get all this fucking formality confused,” Erick inquires cheekily, giving the manacles another shake just for shits and giggles.

“Silence Rayvenwing,” comes from beneath several hoods.

Dominatria has once more cloistered her delectable body in her mortis robe he sees. Which is a damn shame because when they carve his heart out he would love to be gazing upon her womanly curls. Or better yet to have his face buried in them! Now that would surely be a death befitting the way he had lived.

“So what is the bloody hold-up? If you`re going to sacrifice me would you hurry it the hell up! My ass is frozen, and so are my balls.”

“Your nether-region should be the least of your concerns,” a female spits down at him.

“You really don`t know jack shit about men do you?” Erick queries of the coven member.

“The waxing moon must align properly with the eye of Riastras, then we`ll offer you to the maker.”

Erick cranes his head back to find Dominatria`s father behind him holding a staff skyward. Suddenly the cave fills with chants as a moonbeam breaks through a small fissure in the ceiling. White light explodes into the dark red stone set in the gnarled top of the wooden staff and begins to travel over Erick`s nude form.

“Now I remember! Once it hits my heart I die. For some odd reason I had this rite mixed up with the rite of fertility which I already engaged in, correct Dominatria?” Rayvenwing tosses out. Might as well get as many digs in as possible the man thinks. What with dying soon and all…………..

When the ruby illumination dances upon his abdomen an earthquake sets in. Or at least it feels like one to the man bound to the ceremonial slab. The ground vibrates wildly and the dank, rounded ceiling shakes, dropping pebbles and cold droplets of water onto him.

“I don`t know if this is part of the show but-“

“Silence Rayvenwing!!” is shouted down at him as the coven all glance about in confusion. At the arched portal a huge ball of crimson fire slams into the rock and scorching heat races into the cave. A mighty roar follows the scalding wall of heat, blowing out the torches.

“DRAGON!!”

“The dark one finds this offering unsuitable!!”

“Words hurt you know,” Erick mumbles sullenly as the coven dissipates with various colored teleportation spells twinkling in their wakes.

He struggles to lift his head from the stone slab and peeks at the long, powder blue snout snuffling at the opening. Each inhalation in and out ruffles his Mohawk. Sparks dance on the beasts breaths.

” Hey Merrium. So are you here to save my ass or eat it?”