Percius, better known as "Percy" had been waiting for this moment eagerly, the moment he finally had everything he needed to kick off his plan, the moment he would finally begin his ascension. He'd spent countless hours studying, logging, plotting, gathering, and waiting for the perfect time, all of which led up to this very moment.
The church was darkened, aside from one room which was hidden beyond a locked door and a long hallway, lit only by candlelight, and what little moonlight trickled in from the singular, grand, stained glass window that covered a decent portion of a nearby wall. In the dim, dreary room were not one, but two men, one of which was dragging his fingers across the floor, drawing with blood he'd gathered from the other, who had long since uttered his last word and breathed his last breath, his fate sealed by the very man who now held a bowl of his blood, the "paint" he used to draw a symbol he'd practiced a million times before..
"With this sigil I open a gateway between this realm and hell itself, for whoever may answer my call. Hear me, my devil, my lord, whoever will." The man known as "Percy" said with a calm, clear tone, reciting a spell he'd read and rehearsed millions of times as well..
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