From the dawn of your birth
To the sunset of your death
I honor you.
From the missions you completed
To your duties left undone
I honor you.
From the seasons of your being
Through the cycle of your life
I honor you.
From your time beyond the veil
Lie your entrance back again
May the angels support you
May my healing love reach you
From this moment until the end of time
So Mote It Be.
To the sunset of your death
I honor you.
From the missions you completed
To your duties left undone
I honor you.
From the seasons of your being
Through the cycle of your life
I honor you.
From your time beyond the veil
Lie your entrance back again
May the angels support you
May my healing love reach you
From this moment until the end of time
So Mote It Be.
“Ad occasum ab ortu nativitatis tuae mortis. Ego te. De officiis ad missiones perfecisti omitti. Ego te. Inde per temporum cursus vitae tuae. Ego te. Iacet extra velum introitum a tempus reversuri. Ut spiritus tui. Amorem sanationis meus ad te veniat. Ex hoc nunc et usque in finem. Sic fiat.”
Words of Latin rang out across the school's cemetery as figures cloaked in black held white candles and burning sticks of sage and lavender, their heads bowed. At the front of the group was a a figure taller than most, curls blacker than spilled ink tumbling out from under the black hood as a thick Italian accent rang out above the some humming and chanting of the others. “Ariana Thrashing died fighting for her right to live. For her right to exist. A right that no person or creature should have to fight for. Ariana was a beautiful, strong woman. Some looked down on her because she was too tough they said. Her soul was dark. But everything she ever did here was to help us and her death will not have been in vain! This is our war too and whether anyone's going to help us or not, we will continue to prepare. The others can die in their fantasy land. Circe will prevail. For Ariana. For Alexander. For Romeo. For all Circeans past, present, and future!” A roar of approval went up at the young woman's words as everyone threw their hoods back, revealing the majority of the Circe Coven as they continued their long honoring of their deceased Mentor and Professor. Divinia Doriano was the one who lead the pack, her glacial orbs glancing over everyone's masked faces and nodded in approval. A rare tear slid down her cheek, streaking her makeup a bit.
“Tonight will be our last night of service in honor to those who have fought and died for us. Be there.” She was a bit disappointed that none of the other Mentors or Professors made it, but she figured that they were dealing with Merlin's death. Oh, of course she knew. The spirits seemed to enjoy announcing every little thing, especially when important people joined them in death. To hear that Merlin had... She thought it was a joke until she tried scrying for him and couldn't find him. There were few reasons why people wouldn't show up for scrying: They were warded, they had no soul, they were dead, or you were just weak. Merlin was Merlin, so of course he had a soul. Div certainly wasn't weak. So he was either dead or warded. But speaking to Sasha confirmed the spirits' talk as more than just rumors. She had mourned the loss of Merlin as well, but her ceremonies were more focused on personal friends. She and Merlin never did exactly see eye-to-eye the few times that they had met.
Standing next to a shrine by an empty grave, Divinia held a sad but stern and distant gaze as the Circeans began to approach, whispering prayers together and blowing out their candles, tossing in a number of flowers, plants, and personal items. Some tossed in their masks. “Hecate pugnemus pro nostris victoriam inimicis beatae. Oremus orci petere dominorum cruciatus contaminare animas inimicorum nostrorum. Ruina patriae nostrae ad sociorum animos ad pacem sempiternam.” Divinia's voice rose once more, answered by a number of prayers as the Circeans rose their arms up in prayer.
The gathering soon departed, Divinia being the first to leave. Beside her walked a woman that looked like she could be Div's mother, her hair dyed black as well. For the past week of mourning, the two had worn only black outfits, dying their hair black, donning Latin-style Dios de Los Muertes masks and face paint all day every day. Though they tended to keep with their usual blood red lipstick. Such was how many of the other Circeans mourned as well.
Meg glanced down at her ward, a feeling of despair welling up inside of her. She knew how much Divinia adored Mentor Thrashing and losing her to the Sons of Eden was going to eventually take its toll on her. “Perhaps it would be wise of you to get some rest.” Her blue-green eyes turned away from Div, turning instead towards the large building they were headed for. The Circe dormitories and all classes having to do with Black Magick were located on the south side of the building along with the cemetery and the library. “I'm fine, Meg,” Divinia sighed, placing a hand against her temple as if doing so would fight back the headache that was making her head pound. “I just need to get some breakfast and do some yoga.” She offered a reassuring smile even though she knew she couldn't fool Meg any more than she could fool herself. She wasn't tired.
She was pissed.
Her Aura radiated stronger than usual, forcing generally everybody else to avoid her more than usual. There were a few who weren't affected by it as much as the others, walking a short distance behind her in their own solitude. The fact that a large portion of Circe was walking around wearing black cloaks and hoods, frightening masks and face paints, and keeping silent around others outside of their Coven only perpetuated the vicious rumors circulating about the Coven. Div simply brushed them off as she and her friends made their way to the cafeteria located in the center of the building, close to the courtyard. She didn't feel like going outside though. She would settle for her breakfast of nutella on toast, strawberries and banana smoothie, and blueberry oatmeal. Her vision was rapidly blurring as she let her tear drops fall onto her toast. Meg had sat next to her, eating from a container of live mice. Despite the depressing situation, even Divinia had to admit that it was still fun to watch the looks on people's faces when they saw Meg eating live mice whole, not knowing that she was Div's snake Familiar.