I was bored. So I wrote this.
Gabriel exhaled deeply, attempting to calm his mind as he mentally prepared himself for the ritual to come. The air around him reeked of herbs both exotic and mundane, mingled with the scent of fresh lamb's blood.
He glanced around, a final check and recheck of everything he needed to complete the task at hand. One cannot be too careful, too cautious. The room is bare, but for a triangle covered in squiggly runes, a large hexagram and a cushion.. baring a small glitering diamond on a chain. All bathed in candlelight.
He lowers himself down to his knees, placing himself squarely within the drying triangle of gore. Inclined his fingers into a shape that resembles a diamond. Thumb to thumb, forefinger to forefinger with other fingers curled to fist. He then began to incant.
The words blur into a stream of unintelliagble serpentine-sounding gibberish as his mind unfocuses. An endless string of warped sylables, rising a single octave volume in intensity with each repitition. At the zenith, Gabriel is screaming. The pentacle pulsates once, twice, and a third and final time before becoming a solid mass of glistening red, casting a crimson hue on the walls.
An electric shiver courses down his spine, the hair of his body standing on end. Magic. The sensation intoxicates him, biting his lip on the giddy high. Then he casts his eyes into the hexagram, staring intently into the gloom.
"Show yourself." Gabriel commands, seemingly to noone. A moment pases, another.. and another. Two points of light flare within the darkness, angular slits of malevolent red. The beacons of light move forward, betraying a shape, an angular female-looking head, lacking a nose.
Gabriel reaches out, taking the pendant in hand. Raising it up between himself and the lurker. "With the Sigil of Six, I bind you to this stone."
A hiss echoes out, inhuman, yet filled with irritation.
He repeats the words, "With the Sigil of Six, I bind you to this stone." He traces a shape in air with his fingertip, the passing leaving a trail of blazing orange. A circle. A line. A curve. A broken circle. He speaks several sharp phrases in a similar sounding tongue as the first incantation. Unintelligble to human ears.
The thing howls, shying from the rim of the hexagram, attempting to rescind back into the darkness.. but it fails. It begins to collapse in on itself, as if crushed by a thousand atmospheres of pressure. Smaller and smaller untill naught but a single burning spark remains. The spark flutters like a leaf on the wind towards the crystal, merging with it. As the spark vanishes, the diamond turns black.
Gabriel breathes a sign of relief, places the pendant around his neck and rises to his feet. He turns on his heel and exits the room.
"The Dragon feeds on our wars. Every dead soldier is another weapon in the hands of our enemy. While we weaken, Cryx grows stronger."
- King Leto Raelthorne.