TWELVE
The brilliant moon created a glow through the trees upon the marble altar. He stood at the end of the altar between her thighs and held the dagger in his hands, raising it toward the sky, catching the reflection of the moon on her breast. Carefully he whispered his praise and sacrifice for Beelzebub and set the dagger down between her parted thighs as the golden inverted pentagram swung from the chain around his neck.
He raised the chalice in the same fashion and whispered the identical prayer of sacrifice and placed it next to the dagger. The illuminator stood to his left, holding a candle over the bible. The attendant stood next to the illuminator carrying a small gong while the thurifer was at his right, holding a boat of incense.
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