Now and Forever [antikvár]

PROLOGUEAnd beneath the full moon, The night creatures dance.They move to an ancient rhythm, Their voices joining in tempo.As they summon one of their own, Home, lost one. Home Th e low chant filled the night, echoing the secrets of evil in a ritual as old as Time itself. The black-robed figures gathered around the blaze, caged the fire and worshiped the power before them. In response, the flames crackled, licking the surrounding blackness, tasting it.The chanting continued. Louder. Louder.One figure broke from the circle to step forward. The flames cast flickering shadows on the folds of his robe, the light catching the medallion that dangled from his neck. He threw back his hood, revealing hair as silvery white as the moon above. His eyes gleamed, intense and brilliant like the blaze itself."Ashtaroth, we.call you your power The name echoed around him.Ashtaroth.Ashtaroth.He yanked the medallion from his neck, placed a kiss on the silver moonstar and dropped it into the ceremonial chalice."The blood is the power," he said. Next, he dipped his hand into the chalice. Liquid heat enveloped his fingers,