Post by spastic bard on Oct 17, 2008 20:18:48 GMT -5
(Oh Julia, you became such a cool character after the Kult game ended. Catholic guilt and a family occupation for teh win)
Her grandfather’s laugh and demeaning look flashed across her mind as she took a step from the seal on the floor. Inside a demon stood; trapped by the simple mixture of chalk, candles, and Latin verse. The protection seal came easily to her, but God be damned if her grandfather ever said it. The blessed dagger in her hand seemed to sing against her sweaty palm. She only had once shot at this. In a moment the seal would break and she would have to take a swing at the demon. As her grandfather would say, don’t fuck it up.
Her grandfather’s laugh and demeaning look flashed across her mind as she took a step from the seal on the floor. Inside a demon stood; trapped by the simple mixture of chalk, candles, and Latin verse. The protection seal came easily to her, but God be damned if her grandfather ever said it. The blessed dagger in her hand seemed to sing against her sweaty palm. She only had once shot at this. In a moment the seal would break and she would have to take a swing at the demon. As her grandfather would say, don’t fuck it up.
