Her luminent hags face writhing.
Pounding feet summon the ancient magic.
One thousand sharp toothed wings twirl around her.
Shreiks and pounding dessicate still air.
She slides in slippery birth along the redness of the dark cave walls.
Their pact is the taste of human blood to come.
Thick sweet death will be their joy.
They wait together for eternity to begin.
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