CHAPTER-18The man was sitting in the middle of the enormous inverted pentagon drawn on the floor with flour which was lined with red candles, chanting the spells. He was proud to say that only he was able to chant in this generation. He took pride in becoming the greatest follower of his lord. The dancing flames on the candles were throwing an eerie red light on the walls making the room look like the pits of hell. He was wearing a blood-red cloak with nothing underneath, the rich silk fabric stuck to the sweat on his skin. It was a gift from his father when he joined the cult as a boy of sixteen and he started wearing it to his rituals ever since. It was close to midnight. It was time for the sacrifice. As soon as his chanting was over, another red-cloaked man came near him with a platter
