Submission (#2118) Approved

Feeble flames licked the heavy air, their power to doing little to stave off the swirling, writhing, twisting darkness leering malevolently upon the room. The candles’ black wax rolled down like battle fatigue induced beads of sweat, their wicks curling from the concentrated dark fire. The pseudo-light barely allowed for Bishop’s features to be discerned yet he poured over the papers of his grimoire. He was revising the techniques of a very special ritual, one that would light up the night. Yes, everything was perfect save for the preparation that was to come in due course.
“KORVIN! To the clearing, bring brimstone, haemoglobin enriched plasma and 5 ivory-dust candles.”
Outside the sky hung as clear as crystal, stars twinkling around a waxing moon. The clearing provided an optimal place for observation, far from the polluting light of civilisation. Haggard shafts of moonbeam broke through the canopy in all directions but here it could be read like a map. Korvin came stumbling over the peak of a small heath almost dropping the ingredients for the calling. Bishop got to work setting it all in motion, while giving the needed chant:
“Seren y bore, galwaf ar dy oleuni
felly gall yr Haul dywynu yn y nos”
The words cackled in the air, dancing themselves onto the components being placed upon the grass as the pentagram formed. Korvin looked on in awe as his master said the final word and inferno leapt from candle to paint, setting the drawing ablaze. The earth shook as it fell withing the portal, giving way to a ravenous abyss. Before it was possible to even look inward missiles of light exploded outward up into the air before becoming a dazzling show of sparks.
“’Tis wonderful malord.” Uttered Korvin and Bishop simply nodded.
But further within the tangled woods was a tranquil lake, home to a behemoth. That behemoth stirred and broke that tranquillity, every step causing shattering tremors. Yet, Bishop did not hear him break through the treeline to discover him sat staring as hellfire waged war upon the air above them.
“Bishop! What is the meaning of this, do you intend to cause wildfire that will consume the whole wood?”
“Bebe! Relax, I research my rituals and give the definition to my deals very carefully. Not a single loophole! Sit with us, the concrete jungle dwellers do something similar of the sorts tonight and I wanted to see what all the fuss is about. It’s rather spectacular, no?”
Reluctantly Bebe softened. He went and sat with the two and they watch for a while. Bishop rested against him as the show morphed into many different displays, the cold night air doing nothing against the warmth of each other.