A Dark Song Page #4

It's begun.

- What?

- It's a sign.

that it's beginning.

That's it?

That's how it starts.

It's just a bird hitting

against the window.

A black bird.

I can't see.

It was black. It was.

The circles are f***in' hard to master.

Each one will take weeks.

All the other rituals are about you.

The shifting consciousness.

Becoming one with the ceremony.

Pure.

Look at me. Look at me.

This is real. Focus on me.

- I need sleep.

- Not yet.

It's part of the ritual.

I don't do forgiveness.

What the f*** did I say

at the beginning?

You've worked around other things.

Can you work around this?

Yeah, but it'll make life hard.

I don't do forgiveness.

I know a way around.

Drink it.

But--

Blood sacrifice, this is your choice.

There are diseases.

Hepatitis.

- Can I do mine?

- No! Drink it!

Look, it's starting to congeal!

Good. Swallow it.

Don't throw it up.

Keep it down.

Keep it down!

Drink it.

It's a blood sacrifice,

this is your choice.

But I did.

No! Drink it!

Look, it's starting to congeal!

Why do you ask? Does this,

uh, question bother you?

It's actually a bit of

an ontological issue.

You know what I mean.

I would say no.

We're not trying to hurt anyone...

...but we're doing dark things.

And would you do black magic?

There's no point in going

to the fair ground...

...if you don't go

on any of the rides.

Have you seen much?

I've seen things.

I've seen Gods, demons.

I like Gods rain silver on me.

And the dead and the damned.

Most of us are damned, you know.

Have you seen anything that scared you?

It all scares me.

Is that the point?

No, the point is to know.

To f***ing know.

And to see the architecture...

...and the levers to climb the mountain.

- Power?

- Knowledge.

F***ing stop this.

It's time for bed.

You'll see it soon enough

and then you will know.

Then you will understand.

You haven't been through my stuff

for any reason, have you?

No.

Something's missing.

Something that I can't--

I'm not going through your stuff.

It'll turn up.

I hear it. What is it?

That's us being noticed.

Probably don't know what we are yet.

Are you sure?

It could be--

What the f***?

We need to seal the circle.

Which is going to take a while.

Was that real?

We have to progress very

carefully from now on...

...everything tight.

I'm on a beach by myself.

Everything's dead.

I walk towards a village...

...past the bodies

of my family and friends.

I turn a corner...

...and there's a weird

old woman standing there.

She's holding the hand of my son, Jack.

I can't see his face.

He turns around--

And I wake up.

Oh, it's just your mind

working on things.

This process is not about epiphanies.

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