Conjuring

Three people.

All dressed in dark red robes, with a golden belt buckle around their waist. Their faces, hidden by the darkness, held a stern expression that any looking on the outside couldn't see. The space they stood in seemed like a cathedral, a seemingly endless row of benches stretching far and wide. No doors to get in or out, no windows.

Just pillars to hold up the second floor, many other people dressed in similar robes sitting in the dimly, fire lamp lit space.

Between the main three, who stood at the altar around a large metal bowl, a pool of blood began to bubble, hands reaching out and head emerging.

The creature was all bones at first, its muscle tissue slowly growing and forming from seemingly nothing, before the skin began to appear. Long dark hair draped from her newly formed scalpe, reaching down to her lower back as the last of her body completed itself. She stepped from the bowl, drenched in blood and completely bare as one of the three offered her a towel to dry herself with.

She took it as chants began to arise from the sea of people in an ominous tone.

When her eyes opened, the yellow orbs pierced through the dark with a powerful gaze. A single lick of her lips and sigh were her first actions of life, two ears popping on top of her head and fangs elongating from her mouth. The long, wolf-like tail swayed slowly as she took her first steps, and the first words from her mouth were, "When does the hunt begin?"