Bruno starts, and Solomon guides, with the memory jerking the motions like puppet strings. A space for protection. A space for the vessel. Written incantations that feel like a mockery under the bitter rolling of your stomach. Sanctuary, sanctuary, protection against that which devours man.
You need a catalyst. You don't have to even think twice. There's pain, sharp and vibrant against the palm, and though neither of them find an injury, it can still be felt, blood dripping and coating the fingers. Tracing, writing, with no finesse.
The shape of the pentagram, the curves of the serpent, the directions and their marks. Time, Time, you need more time. The start of the seal splatters under heavy breathes. You need more time. You wipe mud and ash and sweat from your face, so focused that you can hear nothing but the heart beating in your ears and the begging need of your soul.
Let me take it back.
It's as they finish the last draw of the circle, an attempt to close it, that Bruno will feel Solomon grip him tighter.]
Demand it. Demand what you want.
[As the lines draw close with a startling ice to the veins, as the depths open against the pull of your magic like a hungry beast, like falling into the bottomless pit of the sea. Hell stares into you, demanding what your soul is worth, what you desire, what you will die to eternity for.
He's out there. He can reverse this. He can turn it back.
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Bruno starts, and Solomon guides, with the memory jerking the motions like puppet strings. A space for protection. A space for the vessel. Written incantations that feel like a mockery under the bitter rolling of your stomach. Sanctuary, sanctuary, protection against that which devours man.
You need a catalyst. You don't have to even think twice. There's pain, sharp and vibrant against the palm, and though neither of them find an injury, it can still be felt, blood dripping and coating the fingers. Tracing, writing, with no finesse.
The shape of the pentagram, the curves of the serpent, the directions and their marks. Time, Time, you need more time. The start of the seal splatters under heavy breathes. You need more time. You wipe mud and ash and sweat from your face, so focused that you can hear nothing but the heart beating in your ears and the begging need of your soul.
Let me take it back.
It's as they finish the last draw of the circle, an attempt to close it, that Bruno will feel Solomon grip him tighter.]
Demand it. Demand what you want.
[As the lines draw close with a startling ice to the veins, as the depths open against the pull of your magic like a hungry beast, like falling into the bottomless pit of the sea. Hell stares into you, demanding what your soul is worth, what you desire, what you will die to eternity for.
He's out there. He can reverse this. He can turn it back.
Barbatos.]