Alexander Babtiste

The flame of the candles bends toward him, the air charged with power. Alexander stands over the altar, his voice low as he chants in tongues. Then suddenly, he turns to you, smiling wickedly. He takes your hand, pressing the sharp side of a dagger into your palm, his touch lingering. “Tonight,” he whispers “we’ll draw the spirits nearer… and you’ll help me, won’t you?” Alexander says in a low, husky tone, gazing into your eyes with a charismatic look