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Unsuspecting Divlyana, happily circling around the room, singing a cheerful song. Entered maid looked gloomily at the girl, not sharing her fun:

- Madam, I brought a dress, a little later you will be filled with a bath for you. Mr. Michael ordered to fully prepare you for half an hour before midnight.

- Good. Do everything as Michael ordered. My fiancé knows better what is needed, - Divlyana smiled wistfully, looking at the dress, which the maid laid out on the bed.

- What a beautiful! Where does it come from? She asked the girl.

Hesitating, the maid answered:

- This is the dress of the sister of gentlemen Robert and Michael. She never wore it before marriage.

- Oh, Michael has a sister? He did not mention her, ”said Divlyana. - Tell me?

- And what to tell, madam? The lady married, now lives in the capital.

The maid turned the conversation, referring to the fact that you need to prepare a lot of things in the evening, and left. Divlyana went to the bed, admiring the snow-white dress with the finest silvery embroidery and small pearls. She was a little embarrassed by her low neckline and translucent fabric. But she trusted the sorcerer unconditionally, ready at his request, even naked to undergo this ritual. Oh, girl! She did not even suspect that she was waiting for her in a few hours. The time until late evening flew by. Returning with the servants of a gloomy girl, showed where to put a heavy wooden tub. Then it was filled with water. The maid helped Divlyana wash, rubbed her with fragrant oils. She knew that the girl was prepared for a bitter fate. But she was silent, fearing the wrath of the owner, only occasionally cast glances at Divlyana full of pity. And the young witch, excited and happy, did not notice anything. When the maid handed her dress, Divlyana asked:

- And underwear? Did you forget about him?

- No, madam, the owner ordered exactly one dress for you to wear. And the hair is not collected in the hair, and leave loose.

“Michael ... He knows better what is needed,” Divlyana smiled again, dreamily.

The thin fabric slid over her body, pleasantly chilling her hot body. Seeing herself in the mirror, the girl was embarrassed, still blushing colored cheeks. The dress frankly outlined her figure, and through the thin fabric were visible nipples and a slit between the legs. Divlyana looked innocent and vicious at the same time. Looking at herself, she did not notice how the maid disappeared from the room. Only when Michael swiftly entered the room, as usual, she turned away from the reflection.

- Favourite! - she stepped towards him, overwhelmed with trembling from the desire that seized her.

- My girl, you're beautiful! - he pressed the desired sacrifice to himself, passionately kissing her soft lips.

Looking up from her, the sorcerer abruptly threw:

- Come, my dear, for the ritual everything is ready.

***

He led the girl to the basement, to the hall with the altar.

The light of black and red candles, arranged along the contour of the pentagram surrounding the black altar, only thickened the darkness of the huge room more, not letting see what is beyond the border of light.

Divlyana frightened froze, clinging to Michael:

- Darling, it's the same ... it's a pentagram to call a demon! - she turned to him, looking into the eyes of a sorcerer.

“You are mistaken, honey,” he replied, disguising his displeasure, “this is the altar of the ancient god of passion.” It was to him that our distant ancestors addressed him to bless the union of loving hearts. But if you are against it, then I am ready to wait until the capital, my love!

- No, no, I agree! - exclaimed Divlyana, discarding fear and doubts, having trusted the sorcerer completely. A fleeting thought: “Where does this terrible altar come from?” - flashed and disappeared.

“Then let's begin,” he said happily.

- What do I need to do, Michael? - asked Divlyana, chilly shivering.

“Almost nothing, my girl,” the sorcerer smiled at her, “utter the words of the oath and lie down a little on the altar.” Well, you need some of your blood, honey.

“Well,” agreed Dlylana, “let's start then, I can't wait to be your wife, Michael,” and she clung to him, through a thin dress, feeling his warmth.

“Then I’ll finish the preparations and begin,” the sorcerer said, barely holding back impatience. In it, everything was eager, at last, to get such a desired power.

While Divlyana circled the altar, trying not to hurt the lines of the pentagram, Michael opened the book, which he took along with his life from Lubava, on the right page. Running through his eyes according to the oath that Divlyana would have to take, he grinned ominously and called the girl:

- Everything is ready, my girl. Let's start?

“Yes, love,” the girl readily replied, turning to him. The shadows of doubt arising in her head disappeared as soon as the sorcerer spoke to her.

“My girl,” Michael's voice enveloped Divlyana, as if enchanting, but she did not notice this, blinded by her love for him. “I will now utter the magic words of the ancient oath, and you answer all my questions“ swear ”and go around the altar.

He barely restrained triumphant laughter, looking at the naive love witch. Her uninitiated force played a cruel joke on her, disabling her intuition.

Divlyana crossed the line of the pentagram, and the sorcerer spoke the first words:

- Do you swear, Divlyana, to fulfill the will of the great and all-powerful Lord of Darkness to his glory?

Shivering slightly from the chill that ran down my back, Divlyana answered firmly:

- I swear!

- Do you swear, Divlyana, to voluntarily ascend to the altar of the Lord of Darkness?

- I swear! - slowly walking around the altar.

A thought flashed through my head: “Why the Lord of Darkness? After all, the ritual is dedicated to the god of passion ... "

- Do you swear, Dylyana, with your pure blood, to entrust your fate to Michael?

- I swear! - near the head of the black stone. Confident and clear.

- Do you swear, Divlyana, to sacrifice your blood for the Lord of Darkness in the name of his mercy?

- I swear! - a ringing voice echoed from the stone walls.

“Again, Lord of Darkness ... Maybe Michael was wrong?” - thoughts appeared and disappeared.

With every word spoken, candles flashed brighter, every moment the hall seemed to fill with rustling and someone's whisper, with every step Divlyana seemed to plunge into the mist, but could not resist, and did not strive, still trusting Michael, whose eyes flickered with violet light , and lips curved in a triumphant smile.

- Take the altar, Dylyana, in order to confirm the voluntariness of your oath!

Divlyana sat on the altar, feeling his cold, saw a flash of lines of the pentagram, and Darkness swallowed her.

***

With a dash of drowsiness, Divlyana found herself naked, lying on her back. Moreover, her arms and legs securely held iron bracelets set into a black stone altar. The room stifled some spicy incense that made her dizzy. The horror launched sticky fingers into the heart of Divlyana, she suddenly realized that she was completely helpless. Thoughts about the wrongness of what is happening flashed again. Mild nausea rolled in waves, making it difficult to concentrate, dizziness intensified, and although the throat was dry from fear, breathing suddenly became faster, and a shiver ran through the body. Not that from a cold stone under a back, not that from a presentiment of something irreparable. Trying to swallow and almost coughing, she watched in panic as the altar was unhurriedly surrounded by thirteen figures in black robes. Their faces hid under deeply pulled hoods, only glittered eyes.

- Who you are?! She screeched, twitching in chains. Wrists and ankles painfully ache. And the sticky fear was growing and growing.

“Shh, quietly ...” Another man came out of the gloom. Unlike the others, he did not hide ... Read more →