EGO DEATH: First piece
Xander stared down at the painted symbol on the ground. It was huge and had taken Cassia a good hour to make out, but only because so much of it was filled in with black. "I thought you said you were making a chaos symbol for a ritual or something." It wasn't an intricate work like that he would often see in horror movies or in wiccan shops. "It looks like a compass," he concluded.
Cassia, still on her knees and rinsing out the paint brush in the water bucket, smiled brightly up at him. The left half of her face was still covered by the sea-rusted helmet that he still couldn't place the name of but seeing half her face was enough to feel disconcerted. She looked like some normal young women under the helmet. She wasn't too pretty or ugly, just average, but she'd told him that she was something more than a god and so he didn't like how Cassia looked at all. He would have been more comfortable if she looked like some Lovecraft monster reject, r