Without warning, Sand suddenly finds himself in another place. From the look of it he’s in a church basement, and a dark figure, alone in a Sunday school room, is tracing a pentagram on the floor, and laying candles out around it.
Sand then finds himself on the steps outside, watching as a horde of panicked people try to push their way out of the building, but are stopped by an unperceivable wall at the threshold. They panic, and many are trampled in the desperate rush to what they hope is safety. Then comes the dark figure from behind the crowd of desperate Mexicans, with black ink pools in the place of eyes. It’s movements are unnatural, as if something unaccustomed to bipedal locomotion were forced inside of it.
Years have passed, and the possessed form, injured though not rotting away, is perched in a window, observing the stillness outside. The same stillness it knew for a decade, and the same unrelenting stillness it would know for decades to come.
Then, a stranger. A half-breed, accompanied by another man - Constantine. Constantine betrays the half-breed, paralyzing him and offering his body as a sacrifice for the demon’s freedom. But it’s a trick, one designed to prevent the demon from knowing that Constantine is here to free it until the very last moment.
Calibusk then walks the ley lines, being on a seemingly endless ribbon of streaming blue energy surrounded by absolute nothingness, like a starless night’s sky. There are other creatures like Calibusk. Dozens of them. Hundreds of them. Thousands. And the largest of them all addresses Calibusk, obvious displeasure written on his unpleasant face.
“You have a debt to repay, child. You may not resume your station until you have settled it.”
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Date: 2007-03-07 05:40 pm (UTC)Sand then finds himself on the steps outside, watching as a horde of panicked people try to push their way out of the building, but are stopped by an unperceivable wall at the threshold. They panic, and many are trampled in the desperate rush to what they hope is safety. Then comes the dark figure from behind the crowd of desperate Mexicans, with black ink pools in the place of eyes. It’s movements are unnatural, as if something unaccustomed to bipedal locomotion were forced inside of it.
Years have passed, and the possessed form, injured though not rotting away, is perched in a window, observing the stillness outside. The same stillness it knew for a decade, and the same unrelenting stillness it would know for decades to come.
Then, a stranger. A half-breed, accompanied by another man - Constantine. Constantine betrays the half-breed, paralyzing him and offering his body as a sacrifice for the demon’s freedom. But it’s a trick, one designed to prevent the demon from knowing that Constantine is here to free it until the very last moment.
Calibusk then walks the ley lines, being on a seemingly endless ribbon of streaming blue energy surrounded by absolute nothingness, like a starless night’s sky. There are other creatures like Calibusk. Dozens of them. Hundreds of them. Thousands. And the largest of them all addresses Calibusk, obvious displeasure written on his unpleasant face.
“You have a debt to repay, child. You may not resume your station until you have settled it.”