The preparations for the sacrificial ritual were finally complete.
Jacob de Vile stood within the vast chamber, waiting. Through the open ceiling above, the moon had devoured the sun. Crimson light poured into the chamber, bathing the cold stone floor and the one hundred and seven stone slabs arranged in a perfect circle.
Upon each slab lay an unconscious maiden, their bodies motionless as they awaited their fate.
Jacob stood at the center of it all. He stood at the foot of the hundred and eighth slab that would soon be occupied by her lover's vessel.
Around his neck hung the ruby amulet. Within it rested the soul of his dear Charlotte. After thousands of years, she would finally descend into the real world once more.
The thought alone filled Jacob with genuine happiness. He smiled faintly. For so long, he had waited. And now, at last, the moment had arrived.
Footsteps echoed through the chamber.
Jacob turned. His bride was being ushered into the chamber by his servants.
