::There he stood behind the altar, Holy of Holies dark counterpart cursing and blaspheming into the night. Encantations were spoken and shouted into the still of otherwise silence. The filth of all that it unclean sat dismembered and wretched, splayed open as the blood ran off the altar into four goblets. Each goblet different from the other. One of gold and shimmer, a chalice representing purity. Another silver and plain, though it shown bright it hadnt the luster of the previous. The third was a goblet of wood and clay, made from the earth and hard as stone. The last was of black peal and obsidian, a cursed flame seeming to shift about its reflective skin. Each cup now filled to the brim, and four disciples moved from darkend passages to the altar. As the priest continued with his vile prayers, each grabbed a goblet and began to drink. The first shadow disciple drank of the first glass, his form twisted and turned and a light broke from somewhere within his form. Beauty crept over his features and after a moment a vision of perfection graced this cursed place. The second drank of the silver goblet. His form also began to change, the outcome shy of the first, small imperfections glanced his features but a vision to behold none the less. The third shadow drank of the earthen cup and quickly his form shifted to that of human, atleast at first sight. The last did not change, even after drinking from the glass. Darkness continued to loom over the shadow. The four disciples then turned and exited through the main doors, passing between the pews and all who sat in on the ritual of evil. A flame now rose from the beast on the altar and the priest turned to those in audience. The heart of the beast was in his grasp, and it was quickly brought to his lips as he devoured it for all to witness. Not another word was spoken but those in the audience stood, and took their bow in reverence to the dark one who stood before them...::