John danced for her, swaying on his feet as the crimson blood ran freely down his side and between his legs.  She loved him for that; she loved that he so willingly bled for her.  The Oracle loved him and because the Oracle loved him, Charlotte loved him.  After all, weren’t they one and the same?  Wasn’t the Oracle simply Charlotte being released from the bonds that held her?<br/><br/>Now, there was only Lotte and Kell, the only two that mattered as they completed the ritual that would save everyone.  Listen to their song, listen to how they sing in anticipation of their salvation.  She was upside down now, bent in half so prettily for her prince, shining eyes locked onto his dark ones.  She loved him so much in this moment, so much that it didn’t matter that her earthly body was not meant to bend so sharply, so much that the people did not matter.  Only he mattered.<br/><br/>Her hands moved on their own, delicate white fingers like spiders as they tiptoed along her sides and stomach, feeling for the perfect spot.  It was located and those gentle fingers tightened.  Sharp nails bit into her skin, opening it so she could bleed for them.  Charlotte’s red mingled and mixed with the father’s blood drying on her skin.  The Oracle and the Ovrem mixing on her skin.  Voices rose to proclaim the wonderfulness of the joining.<br/><br/>He released her golden hair and quickly moved her once more, his toy to manipulate into the correct position.  Her movements were no longer her own, controlled as they were by his hips. Pale blood-covered arms flew outward, a cruel mockery of a crucifixion as she added her own voice to the song of the people.  Reaching hands snuck over the edge of the stone table, fingers grabbing and sliding across the skin of the fucking couple.  But that did not matter to the girl.  All that mattered was the man below her and inside her.<br/><br/>That final blessed push filled her with a rush of sudden heat, her eyes wide as her head dropped, her chin almost meeting her chest.  The multitude fell silent, waiting with bated breath for the Oracle.  Silence hung and lingered until the people gnashed their teeth and tore at what little garments remained.<br/><br/>Large eyes burned with a holy flame as her gaze lifted, first locking with the prince sprawled below her.  “The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son.”  Her voice was low yet carried a seductive authority.  This was the poisonous one and her words were for her prince.<br/><br/>"Your descendants will be like the dust of the earth, and you will spread out to the west and to the east, to the north and to the south. All peoples on earth will be blessed through you and your offspring.” This was the Oracle and<i>her</i>words were for the people.  They gasped as one, crying out their excitement.  Wasn’t this what they had been waiting for?  The knowledge that it was they who would rule the world?  That it was they who walked the one righteous path?<br/><br/>"I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse.”  With these words, her eyes traveled around the room, making contact with those who could stand to look at her in all her glory.  Her fingers danced in her own blood as it trickled down her stomach.  It was her blood she used to mark the man on the table beneath her, carefully drawing the circle-line symbol on his forehead.  He was the anointed one, consecrated with her blood on his head and his cock.<br/><br/>Two of the men approached the stone table and took her under the arms, one on each side to support her slight weight.  Poor Charlotte was depleted and slumped against them.  They did not dare remove her from the side of their new leader.  Instead, they formed a throne from their arms for their oracle and held her aloft so the people could see her.<br/><br/>Jarek’s blood was dry on her body but Kell’s essence was wet on her thigh, the Ovrem men claiming her as their own, each in their own special way.  The blonde head fell to rest against the shoulder of the man to her right.  He shuddered in delight at her touch, breathing in the perfume of warm copper that clung to her skin.  He too had been chosen, not in the same way as John, but in his own way and he relished the small favor she provided.<br/><br/>The Oracle was there now but after one blink of those fiery eyes, Charlotte appeared briefly, her whole face softening and confused.  One more blink and the girl was gone, replaced once more by the woman.  “Arise, my prince.  Arise and lead us to our redemption.”  As she spoke, one arm extended, her hand reaching for Kell.