Chapter 1: Advent – Zero (Introduction)

It was just a normal day in my life, I went down to the cellar of the school, and took out the Dead sheep I bought for the members of the Occultism club I started in this school using the money donated to the club by the members who had the much-needed money. 

I started with the things I was sure a single person could do. Massaging the dead sheep's body, lighting the blue candles, putting his self-written ritual book on the pedestal, and opening the Page I wanted to work with today.

While I was an orphan, I always worked hard to have at least a little spare money to buy some assets for my occult pursuit and my DND obsession, which both now gave me a little of the money back I invested in it.

While I was lost in thought, I Put on a dark robe and white mask above my school uniform, making me look somewhat regal and mysterious while giving me enough edge that an unsuspecting person might cut themselves on my looks and bearing alone.

Then, just as I was fully clothed, the first group of students entered the cellar, all people in possession of the key a member known as the lock asked his father to produce 12 copies of, resulting in a total of 14 keys to the room, as the Principal himself refused to enter a place that smelled of this combination of incense, blood, rot, and Angels Perfume, she always said it was Belladonna, and if it weren't so hard to come by, he would even believe her, but he himself knew how hard it is to acquire, as he used it to make that cream, that he once massaged a rats carcass with to prepare it for a ritual, the first he put his black gloves on for.

Awakened from my thoughts by the twelve Voices saying the well-studied chant of "We gather in the name of the Infernal one" A chant they all learned for two meetings straight before starting with the actual rituals.

And I could make out those Voices and knew everyone was there, Lock, by far the most nimble of us, very good at opening locks and making new keys with the help of his father, he wears a key without any features on a necklace. 

Angel, the girl that always wears an Anch, just because people mistake it for a Latin Cross. She is the one who always reminds people that an upside-down (St.Peters) cross is a holy symbol the same way a Latin one is, she read the Bibel and came to the conclusion that the church is evil, and sometimes even corrects me if I do something that might be praise to some Angel or God, her parents are heavily Catholic.

Edge, the guy who is the best of us when it comes to slicing things, he is an expert in anatomy and will become a doctor once he is ready with school. His necklace looks like a snake and has the Hermes staff hanging from it.

The priestess joined us early on and wears a white robe and mask, with the Templar cross at the end of her necklace. She is the person that joined us to convince all of us to seek salvation from God but stayed for the fun of reprimanding us for chanting and doing rituals. She and Angel are good friends, but as far as I can tell they did not disclose their Identities outside the hood to each other. 

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Trickster is the most annoying person I ever knew. He is a great Illusionist and very good at tricking people. He knows enough card and dice tricks to make money with it, and we have several assumptions as to which student he is. But we all agree to never disclose our identity to each other. Around his neck are three rings interlocked with each other.

Spider is the one who loves to play detective, he always has some new rumors to spread during our meetings. He is the smallest of us and we all like him, but we know that we are some of the few people he actually does not spy on. He And his best friend Tongue, a rather slender but tall dude, share distorted mirrors as their symbols, his making you look wobbly and Tongue using one that makes you seem slimmer and longer.

Tongue loves to talk and to make others destroy each other. He and Spider might very well become politicians or something like that. They know each others Identities but won't tell anyone who they are.

Cultist earned his name for being the most Average among us. He wears nothing on his necklace and might be the best spy among us. He is down here for the orbit fascination and because he is good at learning how to play a role. He might be better at the theater club than here, but he does not want to wear fancy clothes. He knows all the memes and is a nice person, but generally more your average introvert with an interest in the supernatural. 

Choir, it might be a bit too much to call a single person Choir, but she deserves it. She is really good at singing, and her singing and chanting with us makes it at least double as good as without her. She wears a pan flute on her necklace and has notes stitched into her robe. 

Bottle is the guy with the best Jokes, stories, and drinks. That guy will someday open a bar or something.  He knows how to entertain and mix juices, shots, and Poisons of many different kinds. You are sick? He has some recept-free medicines according to Edge's diagnosis. At his necklace hangs a cork.

Rune is the Artist among us, he is very good at painting runes, pictures and he even makes sculptures. We were always confused about why he didn't go to the artist club before we realized his love for painting with blood and sculpturing bones, which won't be allowed in those clubs. He made his necklace out of bones and made rune dice hang from it. He painted his cloak in many different kinds of blood with so many runes on it that I need to get a Celtic rune dictionary every time he writes something new on it. 

Hag is the girl that grows and takes care of the plants in the portion of the cellar that is connected to the sewer. She always smells different and she wears many different dried plants on her necklace and the inside of her cloak.

And last but not least I, Ritualist, founder of this club, Expert in rituals, the person who acts like he has an Infernal Patreon, DND Addicted man, obsessed with rituals, and the guy who holds this mess of a group together. I wear a wide cloak above my school uniform, a white mask, black gloves, and a ritual knife at my hip. I am good at Greece, Latin, German, and pretty decent in the language I was raised with, English.