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“Li sèvi yon pi gwo objektif.”He serves a larger purpose.

Sill focused in the direction where Diesel’s body was dragged away. I am caught off guard as fingers touch my body. I try to scream out to stop the unwanted invasion. The fingers are slick with a warm and sticky substance.

“You must accept his sakrifye,” she says.Sacrifice.

It takes a minute to understand her words. Shock takes over me as I understand the fluid on the fingers is Diesel’s blood and cum. Austeen chants as Diesel’s blood is used to paint symbols over my naked body.

“Bon fi,” she purrs.Good girl.

“Pa sispann,” she barks out.Don’t stop.

Moving to the center of the charred circle, she reaches out for the container holding Diesel’s blood. Ma’dam Austeen begins to chant. My mind wars between what they are doing to my body, the fear of the unknown, and mourning the loss of my friends.

“Deyès, aksepte ofrann sa a.”Goddess, accept this offering.

“Rele mon amour.”Summon my love.

“Dèt li peye.”His debt is paid.

As Austeen says each phrase, she walks around the circle’s edge, dipping her hand in the bowl and dribbling the blood mixture on the ground. Once she completes the circle, she movesto the center. Tipping the bowl over, she pours the remaining fluid into the very center.

She hands the bowl off to another of her cloaked minions, and her gaze turns toward me.

“Pote l.”Bring her.

Chapter 11

Angevyn

The fingers move from my body as they carry my limp form into the circle, laying me on my back. Still unable to move or speak, I can only watch in horror.

Ma’dam Austeen steps back into the circle, another bowl in her hands.

“Bani lènmi yo.”Banish the enemies.

“Ki moun ki swete nou maladi.”Who wish us ill.

“Aksepte san an.”Accept the blood.

“Nan moun ki touye.”Of those who kill.

Like when Austeen sprinkled the blood around the circle’s edge, she tosses the fluid from the bowl over my naked body with each phrase. It is similar to being baptized, anointing me. Thewind has picked up, and the full moon is now clear directly above us. The moonlight bathes the circle in its brightness.

“Prèt Clovys.”Priest Clovys.

“Mwen rele w, mon amour.”I summon you, my love.

“Tande vwa mwen.”Hear my voice.

“Santi batman kè mwen.”Feel my heartbeat.

“Se pou nou pa janm fè pati ankò.”May we never part again.

Ma’dam Austeen tosses the bowl into the air. The remainder of the contents rain over both of us as it spins end over end. When I see Austeen turn red, I realize the bowl has blood in it. More tears fill my eyes as I realize that this blood has come from Brier and Torque.

Austeen steps from the circle, takes a red candle, and lights it. She walks around the outer perimeter several times. The candle’s flame grows higher with each pass she takes by my feet. Unsure how many times she does this, she finally stops at my feet. Her eyes have taken on a red glow matching the color of the candle wax.

“Lanmou mwen pou lavi ou.”My love for your life.

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