Chanting filled the chamber. Candle light flickered against wet stone walls. Cultists joined hands around an alter, their red robes and cowls hiding themselves even from one another. The stars had aligned, the ritual had to happen this very evening.
“Hala ho e traci doa. Diu dia dui ta,” the cult’s leader called out. Other members replied in unison according to their training. All members, that is, except Brad.
“Achoo!” Brad sneezed. “Sorry, sorry gang. Can we run it again.
“Halo ho e traci doa. Diu -” the leader called out once more.
“Achoo!” Brad interrupted loudly. “A thousand apologies, siblings of the darkness. There must be something in this cellar.”
“It’s our temple, Brad.” Charlene corrected.
“Achoo!” Brad sneezed once more. “Good golly.”
“Brad, buddy, big guy,” the leader said from the center of the group, “why don’t you take a minute go pop a Clariton or a Benydryl, one of us can drive you home if you opt for that one, we take care of each other here, but you go take care of yourself and we’ll just come back here and try to raise this world eater when you’re ready, okay?”
“Good idea, Marcus. You know, this has actually been happening since I left the office this afternoon. I’ll be back in a minute.” Brad left the altar room and ran upstairs.
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