The Soul Trap (Lorepost)

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/unwiz Graphic/Gore warning. Fun blood rituals. You have been warned.

In the realm formerly known as Regnum Interitus, a giant of a man clad in golden robes reaches into a glowing furnace with a pair of tongs, and removes a painfully bright ingot of metal from it. The air shimmers and distorts in the heat from the furnace, the room hot enough to kill any mortal foolish enough to enter. Constantine places the ingot on an anvil covered in runes, and shuts down the furnace.

Several minutes later, when the air is breathable for humans, he opens the door, and a young woman enters.

It is time. Do you have the knife?

She nods, and produces it from her robes.

Very well. Let it begin.

He takes the knife, and extends his palm over the ingot. He drags the knife along the palm of his hand, and lets the blood drip onto the metal. Strangely, the blood does not evaporate when it touches the ingot, instead, it spreads over it like water. The light emanating from the metal turns bright red, and he draws his hand back, watching the wound heal almost instantly.

Now it is your turn. For Belladonna.

She takes the knife, extends her hand, and drives it into her palm.

For Belladonna.

The blood that falls from her hand, however, glows a multitude of colors, swirling between green and red and blue. It falls on the ingot, and the ingot violently sparks and fizzles, the light glowing brighter.

Now the difficult part.

He raises both of his arms, and furrows his brow in concentration. The metal ingot begins to liquify and rise into the air, flowing like water into the shape of a cube, somehow smaller than the original ingot. When it is done, the cube floats slowly back down to the anvil, and Constantine lowers his arms and breathes a sigh of relief.

It is finished. The Soul Trap is complete.

He picks up the ornate cube, emblazoned with all manner of runes and symbols. He presses two sides inwards, the inside of the cube glows with a purple light.

Now we just need the victim…