The whole room had been filled with chanting. It was an awesome wave of mental and spiritual fusion that made the hundreds of followers become one. Today was a most important day, for the followers gathered here tonight would see the god Ceculax, the dark god of Dreams, Nightmares, and Misdeeds. The chanting continued to echo through the grand temple as the energy kept slowly gained momentum.
Clothed in the dark robes of the followers, Talia spoke the ancient words with her eyes closed. Though many didn't know it, she was a new sister of the dark family. She wasn't as tall as most of her brothers or sisters, but she could hold her own well enough. Her black hair fell to the side of her face as it covered her forehead and left eye. She had a pale look about her, for she loathed staying within the sunlight for too long.
As she chanted within the temple, she thought back to the days of her first initiation where she partook in the dream ritual. With the help of substances, she, along with the other initiates, dreamed the most sensual of dreams. She felt the sensations of sexual desire, horrors that could make the sane titter into insanity, and felt the pain of a sadist's dream as she experienced it in its entirety. The feelings she experienced had transcended anything she had felt before. It was pure bliss; something that those who followed the gods of the light would never taste or feel.
Breaking her reverie, the chanting died down as the statue of Ceculax in the middle became engulfed in a brilliant aura. Though she wasn't the most in tune with the spiritual powers, she could feel enormous energy radiate from the object. A rift appeared as she heard thundering footsteps. Her vision - her reality - became misshapen as the darkness suddenly turned into a place of terrible images. The walls slowly shifted to hellish colors as the room became littered with unholy objects. As her grey eyes scoured the room, they naturally moved back to where the statue stood. There, standing before her, Ceculax stood in his glorious nightmarish form. She shuddered at the sight but felt utterly exhilarated. In a very queer way, he was beautiful to her eyes.
Her ears perked up as she saw a figure materialize by the god's side. As he spoke, she looked around. She had read about a chosen of the god to champion his return, but she never thought she would be witnessing it first hand. As she searched for the chosen, a burning sensation slowly started to creep into her left shoulder. Slowly, as if her very veins turned into rivers of fire, the pain exploded in her left hand as she cried out in surprise.
The followers around her looked at her in bewilderment, then expressions of disbelief filled their faces. She felt a strong push from behind her. "Go girl. Do not keep Him waiting." She took a tentative step forward as she heard whispers erupt around her. She made her way to Ceculax as her eyes became transfixed on the stake that pierced through his chest. Her observations stopped there as she looked down. She did not want her patron god's displeasure. "I ... I have the sensation that you speak of." She bowed to the god. "I am Talia, master of Dreams, Nightmares, and Misdeeds. It is my honor to stand before you."