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A stone floor is stained red with blood. Gruesome and macabre artwork lines the walls, showing everything from fantastic creatures to bizarre rituals. Torches burn from their perches, illuminating the otherwise dark hall, revealing a permanently skewed face. All around the face are visions of other faces, staring up from prostate bodies lying limp and lifeless on the ground, their robes discoloured by viscera. A man also garbed in a robe stands in the middle of the chaos, observing the scene with a surprising air of solemnity. He clasps in his hands an elongated ochre staff, easily confused for a walking stick if not for the grimacing human skull embedded on one end. The man lifts the staff and taps one of the felled bodies, which falls over on its side like a sick rag doll.

The man lets out a frustrated sigh. All around him are the bodies of the dead, the bodies of the cult, the bodies of his comrades in arms. The man's grip on the staff weakens as his hand shake in anger. They all lie dead, dead for a reason he can not understand. Only one explanation rests in the troubled man's mind; they had all been betrayed. The glory of the cult had been cut down by one of their own. Their resources had been plundered by their own. Their numbers had been reduced by their own. Their god had been killed by their own.

"NO!" the cultist screams, relapsing into his original tongue, temporarily throwing off the prescribed language of the cult. He falls to his knees, still screaming, his fanatical loyalty to the cult turning into an utter despair. He remained wrapped in his torment for several long drawn out moments, before the emotional control that the cult so keenly required finally returned to the acolyte and allowed him to rise back to his feet. His sharp eyes then noticed something in the hands of one of the dead. He plucks it out from the dead man's grasp, and reads the words written on it aloud to himself, fully aware that there were no longer any other living ears left to hear them.

An evil snake-like smile appears on the man's dry cracked lips. The fool, the total and utter fool! For such power to come so close to the betrayer's reach and for him to miss it! The man leans his head back in a spree of maniacal laughter. The fool, the absolute bloody fool! He looks down again at the scroll which has brought him so much joy. This scroll would be their future; the power that it contained could still bring the Cabal back to glory, despite all the damage that had been done. The man's mind whirled as he plotted his next steps, the steps that would bring the Cabal back to dominance once again. There was nothing the betrayer could do, nothing that Caleb could do, to stop him. The man let out another spree of laughter, before leaving the hall and all its grisly sights behind for good.
Some might recall that I had previously made mention as part of the Blood Wiki's sixth anniversary that I had plans to once again invest some of my time in an area of Blood fandom that I had formerly been quite involved in. To that end I present Scroll, a story I originally began in the summer of 2008 as a kind of retelling of the story behind Cryptic Passage in an attempt to bring it further in line with the main Blood canon. Designed to be published in multiple parts, I shall endeavour to release a new instalment of Scroll every Sunday from March 9th on until the story is complete.
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cybermage303 Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2014
Hey, that was pretty good there! A delightful read, especially since it takes Cryptic Passage into account (I consider it apart of Blood canon to me personally, even if Monolith had no hand in it.) I like how it's written from a cultist's POV and details what a soldier fighting against Caleb would think of all his comrades dying around him. This is a re-telling so I'm assuming Caleb not aquiring the scroll and instead missing it is all apart of the fic, no? Very interested to see the following chapters my friend. :)

Oh, btw, this is dosgamer000 from the Transfusion forums. This is my deviantart account that I use.
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Wrim Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I approve!
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