D E A T H
He tipped his chin up slightly, adding sincerity and conviction to what he said next. "You always look fantastic."
Talks of dying for them sobered him slightly, and he shook his head, savouring the kiss she gave his temple. "No dying, my love, I forbid it." What use was it to be the God of Death if he could not keep such from happening? No, he would prove himself this day. He would go from false deity to true deity, none would be able to doubt him in this.
Laying Rhiannon down in the center of the dodecagram, Arcturus reached for the book that Pharus had fetched for him and thumbed through it for the third time since his wife had been put into the healing waters. Earmarked a page, then set it aside. First they had to weaken the veil.
One by one he instructed Pharus to light the candles directly across from those he himself was lighting, 6 a piece, then with the lit candle to the left of each cone of incense they repeated the process, going in a circle to the right until all candles and incense were lit and back where they belonged. Arcturus began to speak in tongues, drawing upon ancient ur-Kittât in parts.
To begin with nothing seemed to happen, then slowly but surely the runes they'd both etched into the ground ignited in a bright white light that soon shifted purple and green, softly flickering as though candle light themselves though no source of fire could be found, just the glowing.
Each of the bundles were then opened, again in unison on opposing sides of the star, the reagents housed within set alight by the candles to their right this time. More words, and the air around them began to thicken, it seemed to shimmer in the pale light pouring down from overhead, and in the distance a crack of thunder sounded though no storm passed through the region.
With the thinning of the veil, they entered phase one. "Pharus," he softly instructed, arms outstretched as though trying to contain the phenomena, "Make sure the candles remain lit, please."
Then he stepped into the dodecagram, and knelt beside Rhiannon. It was time to form the chrysalis.