Genie

Prologue

 The metal of the blade slid into the skin, silencing the screaming that had plagued the murderer for the past few hours. His hand shook as he pulled the knife from his victim's chest, and watched as the blood surged from the opening. It felt as if only a few moments had passed before the stars in the young boy's eyes dissipated. Then with large hands, the man picked up the young boy and set him next to the deceased young woman on the altar.

The man cast his eyes at the sky, his bloodied hands pressed together before him, his voice muttering words of black magic. The cold, stiff body of the young woman and the still warm body of the boy started to float up into the air. The ritual had begun.