"Okay, Ray," Larry says. He makes sure she's in the right spot, and gives her the pocket knife he'd used on himself. "I'll watch for Clarissa's nod, and tell you when. You don't need a lot each time, so for God's sake don't slit your wrist or anything."
Clarissa's chanting fills the basement space with its rising and falling tones. Each time she nods to Ray, Larry whispers, "Now," to her, the signal to shed some blood on the symbols below her.
This part of the ritual goes on for some time, leaving Ray light headed by the end. As Clarissa voices the final phrases, lightning and thunder boom overhead. There's no rain yet, but those outside take cover in the cars just in case.
And then, silence...
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Continued in the last scene]