Page 122 of Killaney Fire

She's here again.

The Morrígan.

Her three faces stare down with that same mix of agony, sorrow, and triumph.

My stomach drops.

"What the hell…"

Did it follow me? Or is this a different one?

No, that can't be.

This is another one.

Which means this was planned. This place was built.

I spin, searching the space. The room is bigger and everything seems to disappear into darkness. I don't see any windows or doors.

Just me and her.

"HELLO?!"

My voice bounces off the walls, louder this time, angrier.

Still no response.

I take another step forward, clutching my shoes tighter, as if they'll protect me.

"Let me out of here!"

Then, all at once, more candles ignite.

Hundreds of them.

They wrap around… Is that?

An altar.

Incense burns on either side, the smoke curling upward in thin streams, and what looks like blood is splattered across the floor.

My pulse spikes.

"What is this place?"

There's a sudden movement above me.

I jerk my head up, my heart rattling in my chest. The newly lit candles illuminate a path circling above me.

A figure stands on a platform high above the altar, draped in a red robe, hood pulled low over their face.

"Keira Killaney. Welcome," the male voice says calmly. "We've been waiting for this moment for a very long time."

I tighten my grip on my shoes, my knuckles white.

"Who are you?" I demand, my voice sharp despite the tremor running through me. "What the hell is this place?"

He spreads his arms like he's welcoming me to a church. "This is where I was reborn. The home of the Morrígan," he says, pointing to the statue. "She's here. Can you feel her?"