The Dras cleared his throat uncomfortably as they stopped on the steps of the great cathedral. He donned his head in a rich purple scarf and secured Sasaufe's face veil, à sheer black cover for her face.
"I am happy do have done it my friend." He said just before they crossed the thresh hold into the silence of the monument to hell. At the great doors to the central worship chamber stood a woman veiled in black, covering all but her brown eyes.
She bowed to the Dras reverently, à reminder of his value to the religion as a whole. The ceremony had begun.
"My great Demon King, your humble servant worships your holiness. You, the living blood of our oath with the King of Demons, glory and honor upon you a thousand times" She said in a luscious and soft voice, virtually kissing the floor
"Glory to my king, for I am but his humble servant. He honors me with his blessing." Placing a hand on Sasaufe he said "I present an eager servant for our King of Kings, she wishes to bond with he who is the most honorable of all demons."
Rising slowly she stood, as if growing from the floor. She gently opened the tall oak doors leading to the central chamber, where an assembly of nuns could be seen standing on either side of the alter. The high priestess walked forward, stopping behind the alter and turning back to face them.
Upon the alter lay three sticks of incense, housed in silver holders. Ishay approached the alter as he gestured for his guest to follow him. He stopped Sasaufe silently at the bottom of the steps before proceeding up them himself.
"I wish to present the King of Demons a new follower. She is eager to serve him and feel him in her soul" Dras Ishay said, speaking as if singing a medieval hymn
"And who are you to present this woman?"
"I am Dras Ishay. A soul child of the King of Demons, ruler of Procellia and head of this Church. My soul has bonded with his, witness my eyes as proof of my right"
Ishay lit the incense as he spoke, using an odd looking lighter that had been on the alter
Closing her eyes the high priestess began to sing "Oh m'y lord and Master i beg of your ear. He who has touched your soul seeks your audience, and I your humble slave beg you to use my body as your own."
The chanting song hung in the air as it was repeated. The sound echoing in the silent chamber as the nuns bowed to kiss the floor, Ishay got down on one knee and bowed his head.
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