Far above the spire of the tower that both Adam and Priscilla was dining in, where the black steel tower pierced through clouds of the night sky, a place in space, began to tremble.
The night shifted, folding in on itself as concentric rings of crimson light shimmered into existence, rippling like the reflection of a dying sun in space... Then came the sound, like thunder, a boundary was ripped.
And a deep, hollow nosie, began rising in pitch until it became clear and vivid and a portal tore open in the air above the tower.
From its bleeding edges leaked strands of crimson mist, thick and slow, descending like ribbons from a god's severed vein.
And then… she came through.
The figure floated downward with unholy grace, her crimson robes rippling as she descended red and creepy folds of the darkness within.
