Torches can be seen placed astrew in a small room, barely lighting the hearth. A runic circle is drawn on the ground whereby you lay. A cold and stern woman is busy tending to your wounds while a beefy orc stands in the corner with a look of worry on his face. Boborygos had only heard of this ritual through glimpses he had witness during the early years of the war. This ritual is a dangerous ritual used to harness the full potential of Blood Magic within the user, but it comes at a price, reduced lifespan and a tendency to go mad.
“Ze-Zelinas….we can’t use this method, there is a reason why my people forbade this technique. Only certain individuals can handle the stress of the transitions between the dimensional magic that runs through our leylines, without proper mental fortitude, we would go mad and end up killing everything within sight.” your weak voice explained.
Zelinas only reacted with a long sigh.
“You have no other choice, it is only with the infusion of the extra magical infusion can your blood stabilise, your people have a tendency to lose their lives quickly when wounded heavily. Those assilants knew what they were doing when they fought you, aiming to wound you as deep as possible in order to stop you from utilizing your full battle capabilities” Zelinas said.
She begins to start the long chant that is the first phase of the Blood Ritual.
Crimson red hearkens the end,
Serene red brings the beginning,
Muster forth thy power,
O Lord of Carnage,
The words bring back bad memories, you have seen this ritual enough times to see many clan members go mad, and with each memory is a scene of carnage, you have known none that had survived this ritual.
“Boborygos, this is madness, my mental state cannot withstand this level of dimensional magicks” you plead to Boborygos.
“I know foolish one, but yet this is the only path to take, besides, i can take you out within a breath should you go mad, in fact, you going mad might be a better change of persona, perhaps we can call you the Mad Jester of Bandolia should the situation arrive” Boborygos says as he attempts to reason with you.
There is silence in the room as the first part of the incantation has begun to show its presence. The walls begin to bleed red, the flames of the torches begin to grow crimson. Now, the second part of the incantation begins.
Through this body shall I pay the tithe,
Through this soul I shall recall my creed,
Through this existence shall I reveal my true nature
The room begins to vibrate violently and within the magic circle, blood begins to seep out through the ground, at first in small droplets floating around you, then soon bigger droplets form merging with the smaller droplets, and then finally a wave of blood engulfs you, holding you in stasis within a huge bubble of blood.
And now the third phase of the spell is the most dangerous, infusing the blood to the user. This blood holds high amounts of daemonic magic which is mostly found within high ranking demons. Any other races would usually go crazy just at the touch of the blood, but now Zelinas is attempting to infuse this large amount into you.
Boborygos prepares a stone formation around you preparing for the worst. Zelinas is now in her full Succubi form, with her dark wings in full breadth, her eyes glowing with a dark mist, and her body grown taller.
You feel a pain searing through your body as the blood within you is being replaced. You can feel your thoughts being corrupted as daemonic experiences flashes within your eyes, you feel powerful, but there is an inherent need for bloodlust, you feel unstoppable as you have the inherent need to ravage all in your path, and you feel envy for everything for your desires can only covet wantonly.
Your vision dims as the last of the blood is infused within you. You begin to enter true darkness, and you can hear a vague voice out of the darkness.
“The true battle begins now”
Zelinas looks on at you, she places a protective charm on your body in order to ensure that no outside forces can come into contact with you.
“I hope we did the right thing Zelinas, we both know that among the Bloodcursed, he had special affinity with his magic. He is the only one that can manipulate the blood of others as well as his own”. Boborygos grumbles.
“It is this affinity that I hope will be the deciding factor as to whether he can attune it to his will, instead of the other way around. Others have failed because they are only experienced with their own blood whereas he has manipulated hundreds of different blood types and races, each with their own dangers” Zelinas explains
Your body is as limp as death. The darkness begins to dissipate and you find yourself in a crimson red world. Your trial to save your life begins, and it begins in the realm of Tir, your ancestral homeland.