Kennedy's Ritual
Ethan sat, cross legged and naked on his hotel room's floor...
Ethan sat, cross legged and naked on his hotel room's floor. A sacred circle of red dust surrounded him, and a statuette of Janus leered from its apex. He lit the final candle, and unsheathed a gladius, savoring the bloodthirsty sound of steel on leather.
"The power of thy degenerate and faithful son. Your prince and all who embrace you. Light to ancient dark, rejected of the world, we invoke thee. Grant those who scorn your son, his domain and primal strength. Grant them the power I possess. Let your might inhabit them. Make me the mind and heart and spirit joy. Let your hand encompass us. Do thy will."
"Spiritus..." Ethan raised the short sword to his face, pressing the razor edge of the blade to his lips, he kissed it. A thin trickle of red blood began to flow. He lifted a tarot card from the deck and kissed it. He then set the bloodied card next to a candle, "Spirit."
"Animus..." he drew the sword across his bare chest, as the blood began to flow he once more pressed a tarot card to the wound, before placing it out into the circle, "Heart."
"Sophus..." he said, holding the card to the opposite side of his breast... the seat of consciousness to the Egyptians and the Sumerians who created this ritual, "Mind."
"And Manus..." he wrapped his hand around the sword, gripping it so tightly it bit into him with ease, he winced as the drops of blood fell freely on the King of Coins, "The hand."
"Janus, I enjoin that we may inhabit the vessels--the hand... son
of Athena... first of the wise. The mind... son of Apollo... the keeper of secrets. The heart... daughter of Ares... the changer of ways. The spirit... daughter of Hades... the slayer."
"We implore thee, use us, take of us and give unto the vessels, take our essence now." Ethan stood up, eyes glowing orange, bleeding, "We are forever... and always... your faithful son."
Ethan collapsed to the floor, in a ruined heap. If he was lucky, he'd come to in an hour or so... he hoped that would be before he bleed to death.
Ethan sat, cross legged and naked on his hotel room's floor. A sacred circle of red dust surrounded him, and a statuette of Janus leered from its apex. He lit the final candle, and unsheathed a gladius, savoring the bloodthirsty sound of steel on leather.
"The power of thy degenerate and faithful son. Your prince and all who embrace you. Light to ancient dark, rejected of the world, we invoke thee. Grant those who scorn your son, his domain and primal strength. Grant them the power I possess. Let your might inhabit them. Make me the mind and heart and spirit joy. Let your hand encompass us. Do thy will."
"Spiritus..." Ethan raised the short sword to his face, pressing the razor edge of the blade to his lips, he kissed it. A thin trickle of red blood began to flow. He lifted a tarot card from the deck and kissed it. He then set the bloodied card next to a candle, "Spirit."
"Animus..." he drew the sword across his bare chest, as the blood began to flow he once more pressed a tarot card to the wound, before placing it out into the circle, "Heart."
"Sophus..." he said, holding the card to the opposite side of his breast... the seat of consciousness to the Egyptians and the Sumerians who created this ritual, "Mind."
"And Manus..." he wrapped his hand around the sword, gripping it so tightly it bit into him with ease, he winced as the drops of blood fell freely on the King of Coins, "The hand."
"Janus, I enjoin that we may inhabit the vessels--the hand... son
of Athena... first of the wise. The mind... son of Apollo... the keeper of secrets. The heart... daughter of Ares... the changer of ways. The spirit... daughter of Hades... the slayer."
"We implore thee, use us, take of us and give unto the vessels, take our essence now." Ethan stood up, eyes glowing orange, bleeding, "We are forever... and always... your faithful son."
Ethan collapsed to the floor, in a ruined heap. If he was lucky, he'd come to in an hour or so... he hoped that would be before he bleed to death.