旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � Team Eeeek: Hymie Krausmeyer: The UnAnointed Page 28 � 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑 � Stella did it. � � � � Stella put him up to the whole thing. � � � � That's how the little man found himself crouched on a kneeler before rows � � of candles the dank, musky smell of which sent his head spinning for want � � of unpolluted oxygen. � � � � "Holy Spirit of all, master of the Light and the Dark, Prince of the � � Blessed and the UnBlessed, reveal Thy word to these Thy unworthy servants � � that we may know Thy Will, that we may serve in what is pleasing to Thy � � sight." � � � � The Krausmeyer gagged on a new unbreathable - the choking stench of � � incense which hung in heavy folds on the stale air of the little chapel. � � Through eyes watering uncontrollably, the newest member of Team Eeeek � � squinted toward the altar and its seven high priestesses shrouded there � � in the smoky gloom. With arms thrust outward in draping silk sleeves, the � � seven "Servants of the Prince" menaced the tiny congregation with chanted � � exhortations to obedience and sacrifice. � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸