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“That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.” H. P. Lovecraft
The uninhabited halls of Nevermore echoed as a woman’s heels click-clacked down the corridors. The woman’s face gleamed in the pale moonlight as she stood before the Edgar Allan Poe statue concealing the Nightshades library.
Two sharp snaps fractured the silent night, demanding entrance. The raven’s wings flapped downwards and the statue wheeled back. Click-clack click-clack the woman walked forward.
The woman removed the black hood from her head revealing her raven black hair. “Lenore,” she whispered. The skull in the center of the nightshade flower quaked as it slid under the floor, revealing a hidden tunnel underneath the school. The woman proceeded forward.
She walked a distance before stopping. Deep underground she stood directly underneath the quad where the earth had parted the night prior. The crack in the earth had remained visible despite the door to hell being closed. Ghostly unintelligible whispers danced around her, welcoming her to the darkness.
The woman whispered an incantation while tenderly caressing the rock beneath her. She breathed life into the crack causing it to expand slightly. Heat rose from beyond as a red light peaked through the rock. From the slight gap, stolen souls levitated through, howling with grief filled moans. The woman got to her feet and watched the ground pulsate.
Everything was going according to plan.