Right now, before one of the less often used rooms of the Crone Temple stands Hierophant Wooding, beside him is his little servant the homunculus named Micky. Not a serious name, Chris knows, but you shouldn't always take the homunculus serious.
Not always. Although right now, Micky carries a seemingly heavy athame like it is something sacred.
'Are you ready now, Acolyte?' The door behind Chris is still closed, but he may soon open it. When Jim arrived the Hierophant smiled only short. This is an important night. There should be no jokes.
Changing one's soul is not pleasant.
He knows it from his own experiences, which is also one of the reasons he cannot smile too much or too happy. It brings back memories of his own torture, tribulation, teachings. Learning Crúac.
Teaching Crúac...
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