Act4: Black God in the Shadows
Christine in the woods. She's facing her demons and grasping the bottle of holy water in her hand.

Narrator:
Hilltop Ruins, a terrible reminder of wicked betrayal
After 22 years no one really sees because all fear even to look
At those charred and scorched ruins where nothing lives
All is maybe forgotten but nothing is forgiven

All alone walking the old abandoned road
Holy water burning her hand and her feet so heavy
Wind blowing fast against branches, hitting her face
She tumbles to the rocks and falls…
The Bottle hits the ground and shatters to pieces.
Broken glass makes her hand bleed

Voice from the ruins:
Your whore mother and her weak prayers won’t help you here
For this is the Dewill's realm where the shadows grow long
Open your mind and your legs like good mother's heir
And give yourself to me!
For this is the Dewill's realm where the shadows grow long
Open your legs like good mother's heir

Narrator:
In trance Christine walks closer to the ruins of the old house
There she finds stairs to the cellar, a deep dark hole in the ground
From that hole comes red glowing light like a beacon to go under dark
Surrounded by destruction and chaos there is a table made from black stone

Voice from the ruins:
Fire burns back and forth
From the shadows rise a court
Daughter of a whore, nothing worth
Innocent blood reveals the Port


Narrator:
On the table untouched, unharmed, lies a golden medallion
Strange carvings on the surface and red glow surrounding it
Christine grasps the medallion on her bloody hand and feels a burning pain
She sees rising flames and hears words of the Old Bane

Old Witches:
Fire burns back and forth
From the shadows rise the court
Daughter of whore, nothing worth
Innocent blood reveals the Port
Wake us! Wake us! Ignite the ritual! Follow the Goat!

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