[Author's Note: Welcome! This is a new story I've started a few months ago. The idea popped up a long time ago and I decided to put it to work. The characters in this are all based off of real people, so I suppose you could say that none of them are original. But that's okay! So with that being said, let's get to reading!
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. / And God said, 'Let there be light:' and there was light. / And God called the light Day, and the darkness He called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day."
The rain was beating against the roof of the house in torrents. Standing in the open doorway, a woman seeming no older than twenty stared into the night. A flash of lighting momentarily lit up the sky. The glow from the city cast a bronze glow across the horizon. She turned back into the house. It was small, but she didn't need much. She passed the hall into the small living area. There was no furniture. On the hard-wood floor five dark lines were carved in the shape of a pentagram. At each tip of the symbol was a single, white candle, unlit.
She walked into the center of the formation, careful to keep her dress from brushing over one of the candles. Inside, she sat on her knees. She closed her eyes and sighed. Without warning, one of the candles lit. Her eyes opened and she glanced to her right. The flame was strong on the wick. She smiled, but only briefly.
Suddenly, another flame lit, this one directly across from the other. Two out of five.
She whispered, "Étsi archízei."