Once more, the rotation of the earth amidst it's migration through the fabric of the cosmos had brought Sacramento into the sphere of night. Shrouded by the mass of the earth itself, the violent messengers, the predators of the Almighty arose and two amongst their number made their way to a silent, looming house that had not known the tread of mortal soles in decades. Indeed, the last mortal to enter there had been bound and carried inside in chains. He had left in a similar fashion, a black cloud of magic dampening his mind.
It was, in a perhaps ironic turn, that two of the walking dead would attempt this night to remove a similar fog of ignorance, though one created through secrecy rather than blessings.
One had arrived early, and waited for the other in the vestibule.
Josephine stared at her watch as she waited, listening to the sounds of the house beneath the steady ticking of the mechanism.
HS active.