Chapter 75 - Papa Legba (2/2)
”Very well, and what is that which you seek?” The Rain Man asked as he carefully gathered the tarot cards and gently stacked them into a pile in the middle of the table.
”We seek the identity of the enemy of our Dark Lord?”
”Oh? Your Dark Lord has many enemies,” The Rain Man mused. ”I fear that you will need to be much more specific than that.”
”We seek the enemy that foiled our attack and killed our brothers on Hallows Eve,” Aeron crisply replied.
”I see,” the Rain Man said as he rose to his feet to reveal his dark bare feet. And despite the cold outside and the chill of the floor, the cold seemed to have no effect on him.
The Rain Man whispers in a soft foreign language as a large emerald snake with bright emerald eyes emerges from underneath the table. Aeron instantly takes a step back as the large snake twines its body around the Rain-Main almost covering him from head to toes as the snake's large head came to rest his shoulders. The snake's slit emerald eyes gaze at them with an eerie intelligence as its tongue flickers out at them.
”A token of your Dark Lord, if you will,” the Rain Man softly said as only his eyes could be seen from between the snake's coils.
”Lestrange?” Aeron said as Rodolphus reached into his cloak and removed a tiny vial filled with a red substance. With a coldness in his eyes, Rodolphus places the vial into the Rain Man's hands.
The Rain Man's hands clamp around the vial as suddenly a beating like drum sounds can be heard. The Rain Man steps back as he begins to chant and almost dance to the beating drum beats. Soft voices can suddenly be heard hissing and singing from all the little dolls throughout the shop. The room becomes deathly silent as a dark door in the shop that had not been there before bursting open.
A cold breeze sweeps through the shop causing the candle to flicker and almost go out. The whispering and drums are gone as a heavy silence fell upon the room. None of the three Death Eater's dare move as magic without a wand was always dangerous to perform. But like all things, there are always heretics using magic rituals that were considered taboo by any wand using wizard and witch society throughout the entire world.
A soft, almost masculine voice can be heard whispering from the depths of the shadowy darkness. With care, the Rain Man pours the vial of blood out as the blood seemingly floats away and vanishes into the cold doorway. The Rain Man whispers to the dark doorway as if asking a question, but they only understood the words, that of a name, Papa Legba, the gatekeeper to the underworld, a devil to some and a savior to others.
The emerald snake suddenly hissed as if in pain and limply slides off of the Rain Man's body to motionlessly fall onto the floor. The Rain Man seems to tremble as he suddenly reaches under the table and grabs a squawking phoenix. Without any hesitation, he slices it's head off and pours blood onto the floor. The three men flinch at seeing such a beautiful magical creature be so suddenly killed in ritual sacrifice.