Candles were illuminating an otherwise dark room in a bad condition, in this very same room, a ritual was taking place.
But not a ritual as such, but the attempt of a lunatic at one
... My dear Brethren, we are gathered here in honor of the true father, for he shall take us to salvation
This voice belonged to a man called the Deacon Blackfire, a religious fanatic that is believed to have lived a hundred years or more
Wonder what could he be doing far from Gotham
Blackfire was known for having a small group of followers that were generally brainwashed, but still, followers nonetheless
They were currently performing a ritual, about to sacrifice an unconscious, young girl
That was of course until two people interrupted said ritual
... That was lame
I know, right? Mate, no intention of being mean, but... Are you even trying?
They all turned around to see Raven and you leaning on the doorstep, or what it's left of it at leas