"Begin the Ritual!"
Davina Evangelista heard those words ring in her half-conscious mind, the loud sound amplifying the pounding in her skull, worsening her already unbearable migraine.
She could feel the warmth of her own blood pooling beneath her, seeping from her nose, mouth, and eyes. The floor beneath her was slick with it, the scent of iron thick in the air.
But despite the ridiculous amount of blood she was losing, she wasn't feeling the least bit anaemic.
The eight-ringed magic circle beneath her pulsed rhythmically, siphoning her blood while simultaneously pumping foreign blood back into her veins.
Davina could feel the foreign presence slithering through her body, merging with hers in a way that made her stomach churn.
She couldn't understand.
Why were her abductors trying to put new blood into her body? And more importantly, why did that blood possess the same special properties as hers?!
