Fifth Circle III
A/N: Alternate Chapter Name: The Mad King
In the bailey, after Tasha had various serving girls dispose of the half-naked bodies of women slattered in chocolate and powdered sugar, she slit her wrist open with Gram into a red ruin to watch blood welter out. The wound was to the bone, but Tasha did not seem to react.
Beads of red rose from off the grass into the skies, connecting to form a complex amalgamation of infernal runes and sigils, weaving to give shape to form a cube that had five dimensions in space. For nearly twenty-four hours, the space of five dimensions turned to six and six to seven, reaching twelve across space and time.
The loss of blood did not seem to affect Tasha as her cool demeanor did not change, nor did it wane with any sort of fatigue. Only when she was done did she breathe a sigh and wipe the sudden stream of sweat racing down her striking features. Her breaths turned to labored pants as she collapsed onto her knee.