[🎶 Boys Wanna Be Her – Peaches.]
"You must have journeyed long from Dementa's camp in Helladeep to get here." Indira wove round a couple of boy vestals in the sanctuary's main floor. They bent their heads in solemn reverence at the passing of the High priestess.
"Mother," they all greeted the Grace.
Indira blessed them with some sign over their foreheads; now Rafel wasn't judging but it quite resembled scribbling the outline of a fish—two crescents, up and down. He'd never understand religion. The Là Veyan and Thelema cults that poured incense and libation to his uncle made marks in the air too.
The irony was Lucifer, the devil they worshipped in those audacious rituals didn't even know what their signs and markings meant. The principal [Seal of Hel] was the Pentagon eye. Nowadays, folk were just making up strange shit that gave even the demons pause.
What the hell was a dick doing up at inverted triangle? And they called this a [Summoning Rune].
