The Sanguine Sisters

 

Once under the shadow of the moon, in the heartland of a city disillusioned by reality, a gathering took place. The air echoed with the macabre melodies of Black Metal; the vibration of the music seemed to pulsate with the heartbeat of every dark soul present. This was the realm of Sanguine Sisters, a group of young, intoxicating females drawn together by a macabre blend of Hippy-Goth witch aesthetics and the intoxicating allure of a secretive cult.

As the discordant symphony raged on, the Sisters darted their eyes over the crowd, hunting for their next victim, their holy offering to the dark goddess they worshipped in hushed whispers and blood-soaked rituals.

Lydia, the leader with her fiery eyes that harbored a destructive twinkle, locked onto her prey. A wiry, long-haired man wearing an obscure band's shirt. He was lost in the music, unaware of the terrible fate that awaited him.

"Is this the one?" asked Sera, a sinewy figure clouded in an aura of deep melancholy. Lydia nodded sagely, speaking with an irresistible authority, "Yes, he's perfect. Jessica, my dear. Would you do the honors?"

Jessica, ever the seductress, sashayed her way towards their victim. She bore a chilling charm, despite the darkness that clung to her like a second skin. She cooed sweet words into the man's ear, and with a bewitched smile, he followed her into the darkness. They disappeared into the night, leaving the chaos of the concert behind.

At the cult house, the Sisters prepared their chilling den - an empty pool filled with lonely deaths and unholy residue, a pit of their inhumane acts. His body would soon join the indistinguishable carnage reflecting the moonlight.

As the Sisters' captive stumbled into the light cast by the flickering candles, he finally noticed the pool and the grotesque truth in its depths.

"Wh-what is this? Oh God!" His voice trembling with fear, his eyes wide with terror. Lydia approached him, a faint smile tightening on her lips. "No gods here. Only us. Only her," Lydia motioned towards the painted figure of their goddess, a macabre deity resplendent in shadows and crimson.

He was too terrified to scream when the blade met his flesh. One by one, the Sisters each took a piece of him, draining his vitality, casting him away into the void.
The pool welcomed him, the concert fading away into a faded memory in tandem with his life.

From his remains, the Sisters savored their unholy sacrament - the fresh adrenochrome sending waves of psychedelic fervor through their veins. It fueled their twisted ecstasy, a transcendental dance between brutal reality and otherworldly occult. Their predatory smiles were tinged red, the thick liquid coating their tongues like an intoxicating spice.

Life drained from his body, fueling their perverse elation. In life, he was one amongst the many. But in death, he became their dark communion. His body, a vessel of their satisfaction; his blood, an intoxicating elixir. In reverence, they bathed in his essence, macabre mermaids in a pool embraced by death.

The echoes of their ghastly laughter blended with the symphony of the Black Metal concert raging in the distance. The music became the twisted anthem for their ritual, a haunting serenade that sang of death and despair.

This was their reality, a discordant symphony between the mundane and the monstrous. As they reveled in their macabre ritual, the world outside continued to rotate. Unaware, uncaring, unforgiving - the perfect stage for the Sanguine Sisters and their unhallowed symphony. The night still filled with the sound of black metal, still riddled with potential victims. 

And the Sisters? Hungry for more.