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The boy was perched atop the castle, admiring his handiwork from a high vantage point. It was a skill of every blood shaman from his tribe to be able to see blood from afar and through any object. But because he left prematurely, without completing his training on how to use the skills, he uses a blood stone to channel the ability. The stone helps to focus and channel his ability, something he can't do in his state.

And so he sat on the roof, and watched from above the circle of blood he had drawn around the castle grounds. The countless runes, also made of blood, spread throughout the trees and ground. Now depending on how many sacrifices one was willing to make in order to activate the cursive barrier, an intruder could get from a mild heart attack to a brain stroke. Countless days of nonstop preparations had finally come to an end, wand now for the easy part, getting human sacrifices. He would have to ask for the help of one of the witches inside the castle. Literally any witch had more fighting prowess than him.
That's when he noticed a wisp approaching him. Guess he had more work to do. They were professional slave drivers.

Climbing back down he entered the hallway, passed the monster while nodding his head to the witches present and then he arrived before the misstresses, his knee buckled has he came before Mirai and Rose. Kneeling on one knee, he spoke:[color=00bfff]"Wha..what do you require of me, mistress?"[/color]

[@everyone who knows where I am and where they are]