Stephan had to rent a house as near as possible to Whitechapel, the circle had to have a place to cast the tracking spell near to the hunting grounds of the killer.
And since his guests were mostly cumbersome socially, he had to supply each with their own separate rooms, anything that would keep the circle keen on the chase.
The circle was assembled three days ago, he then rented the house and spent the last day and this day in collecting the various ingredients Violet needed for her spell.
Most were not difficult to procure, as they were common herbs and spices, but then he had to collect personal items from all the victims of the killer, the ones they were both sure were his handiwork.
Violet during this time, just chatted with the other three, she has shown an unusual interest in their stories of staying here in the upper world.
The times Stephan manged to come home to rest from both his job in Scotland yard and ingredient collection, he would find her in deep discussion with one or more of their guest.
And she always had this shine to her eyes as she listened to them recount the their tales of the different cities and countries they went through.
But, this night he hope this will be over, and the chase would resume and they would catch the killer, he was weary of this world and the amount of chaos in it.
Stephan laughed, even with Minotaur and dragons roaming around Agartha, it was far more peaceful and organized than this hectic place.
Violet saw him as he laughed to nothing in particular and approached him. “That’s not a good sign Stephan, laughing to your own thoughts is not something you should let others see.” She gave him a radiant smile.
“Sometimes I feel that you are just as dangerous as our prey, dear Violet.” Stephan invited her sit, and that she did. “It is as if you were chosen because you are just as ruthless.”
“You don’t take well to jokes then.” She laughed for some moments. “But, you are absolutely right, you have to be able to slip into a killer’s boots to be able to catch them.”
“This is rather morbid, I think.” Stephan rose from his chair. “Isn’t it about time we called the others and started the ritual?”
Violet raised an eyebrow, and Stephan knew that his evasion of the subject didn’t pass well. Still, she offered him her hand to be assisted out of the chair.
In less than ten minutes, the others were standing in a circle in the living room, as all the furniture was pushed aside and Violet crawled on all four drawing a pentagram within a hexagram on the floor of the room.
She then started to draw certain symbols at each point of her drawing, then she placed the herbs at the points of the hexagram, and the items collected from the victims at the points of the pentagram.
She then placed a candle at the feet of each of the members of the circle, and lighted them.
“Very complicated.” Yara commented. “But why do you need all of this ritualistic stuff?”
“Try calling on the elements here.” Violet stood.
Yara furrowed her brows for some minutes, then she nodded. “I see, the city has almost severed the connections.”
“This is why we need this to amplify the connection and send it out to him.” Violet held her hands out to Stephan and John to hold, who in turn held the hands of Dorian and Yara.
“But what if he deflects the call?” Yara asked.
“I hope we will have enough essence of his from the deflection to feed the DNA tracker, then it will be just the chase and capture.” Violet said and nodded.
“Now, please, all of you think on earth, how welcome is her embrace, how soft is her touch and harsh is her fingers he hands, the mountains.” Violet said softly.
One side of the Hexagram changed color, from the normal beige of the floor boards to earthly brown and green.
“Now, reach for the air, feel it as it passes through your lungs, energizing your limbs, feel it crashing the fingers of the earth.” Violet whispered.
Another part of the hexagram changed color to become light blue with white tufts.
“Very good, now you have to think of water, how it washes and cleanses, how to molds to the earth, how it flows and can affect anything around it.” Violet’s voice rose and went down in waves.
Another section of the hexagram tuned deep blue and turquoise, and it had an intricate weave in it.
“Now think of fire, how it consumes all, how it sends heat and light, how it can grant warmth or a swift death.” Violet’s voice came ragged and husky.
The hexagram changed again, as another part was now colored bright yellow, orange and red.
“Feel your own bodies, the living matter that makes you who you are, the tissues and organs in every living thing, the most vulnerable parts of us and also the most resilient.” Violet’s voice seemed to follow a rhythm, a beat of some kind.
Purple, blue and red mixed in another section of the hexagram.
“Now, this could only be called upon by us, Agarthans, pull and draw on your souls, let your Vrill work, let your Vrill shine.” Violet’s voice had a strange echo to it, as if something ancient and wild spoke with her.
The last section of the hexagram lighted up in the seven colors of the rainbow, which sent thin tendrils to all the other sections.
All five people holding hands to form the circle, swayed as if they were held in the tides of a powerful wave.
Then the pentagram caught fire, a raging wild beam of fire that flew up and licked at the roof boards, yet, nothing burned on its contact.
The column of fire went down and was replaced by a torrent of air, turning and revolving like a tornadoe.
Then the circle had to hold still as water crashed from the pentagram on their bodies, wave after wave.
Then everything went silent, but the floor under their feet turned to a mud slide, and they were barely able to maintain the circle.
This went away as well, to be replaced by a smell, and the feeling of being smothered by a huge beating heart.
Then everything stopped, and the face of a man could be seen in the middle of the pentagram, he looked like he was in great pain.
And it disappeared, and only a small puddle of blood could be seen collecting slowly to the exact middle of the pentagram.
Violet let go of the circle members’ hands and ran to collect the blood in a small glass tube.
“We have his DNA, now the chase is on.” Violet looked to the others with a wide smile.
From Another World.
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