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having walked for minutes with the young child, the figure slowly came to a stop in front of a humble apartment building. The building's lights were all off, not a very encouraging sign, but the child was getting tired of walking, and a tired child was not good enough for her. So, calmly, the figure turned towards the child and spoke in a soft, young tone. 

"You may call me Mother, my daughter. I'll get us a place where you can rest your beautiful blue eyes, understood?" She told the girl and stroked her cheek with the back of her hand, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the building's front door. 

"Okay, Mother. I'm Annie." The girl mentioned, receiving no acknowledgement from Mother whatsoever. 

As soon as they had gotten in reach, Mother pressed the janitor's intercom button. "Excuse me, sir, my daughter and I need a place to sleep at for the night. Would you happen to have a spare room that we could borrow?" She asked nicely, making sure that she was facing the security camera as she did so. Her thick shadows, after all, covered her true appearance. After a minute of silence, a deep and rough voice was heard coming from the intercom. 

"Come in." 

And once the door slid open, they walked in, to meet a man aiming a shotgun right at them. Naturally, Annie hid herself behind Mother, and the cloaked woman merely tilted her head at the man, while she focused her cursed energy into the palms of her hands, just in case. The man, though, quickly stood down and nodded when she saw the cowering girl. "That girl of yours surely looks like she needs to relax for a while. Right this way, dear." He motioned to the girl, smiling. 

Soon enough, they had settled down in a small room with a single equally small bed meant for one visitor. They had been given food and offered clothes, of course only Annie had taken the clothes, as it appeared that the kind man also had a young daughter. After tucking Annie in and hugging her good night, Mother headed for the desk in the room and, with a wave of her arm, made a worn out Grimoire appear onto it. She sat down on the desk chair and opened the book, going straight for the section she was interested in.

[i]"Blood Rituals..."[/i]