"Grandmother! I have brought him for your blessing!" Hillary cried into the hushed night of the deep forest, addressing a withered figure nestled in a bower of rotting limbs and twigs.
"Bring him forward," the crone rasped. The assembled delegates of the DNC murmured in awe at the sight of her. "RBG!" one screamed. The woman was torn apart by those standing beside her in a gout of religious ecstasy. The crone watched the lifeblood flow from the holy blasphemer, her rheumy eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, one claw-like hand grasping as if it were she who tore the young flesh.
"I have brought the one who shall be my second, Grandmother," Hillary said, desperate as ever to bring the attention back to her. The crone ignored her until the heart of the dead woman was brought to her. She licked it and shuddered.
"The ritual, Grandmother," Hillary said quietly. "It is almost midnight."
The crone let the heart fall to the loam of the forest floor and began.
"Has he been shriven at The Gate?"
"Yes, Grandmother," whispered the crowd.
"Has he suckled the black milk of Herself?"
"Is he smooth between the legs?"
"Has he whispered to his Mother's secret abortions? Has he waited for The Many-Angled One to take them away?"
"Is he ready to be bled?"
Hillary pulled a cruel and hooked claw of some massive raptor from her blood-dyed robe.
"Your tongue," she demanded. He stuck it out and she pricked it deeply with the needle-sharp point.
The crone let out a dry laugh, like the chittering a thousand insects.
"Your eyes, your nose, your ears, your throat are all mine," she said, lightly puncturing each in turn.
"Your heart," she said. He levered the claw in deeply and tore it away. He grimaced but did not make a sound. As the crone nodded in approval, he smiled, blood running down his chin.
The coven began to chant:
"Kaine has been chosen
"Kaine was chosen
'Kaine will be chosen
'Kaine will have been chosen
"Our night is forever"
As she held the bloodied claw to the sky, the many hungry mouths on Hillary's body sang and gnashed and gurgled a symphony of darkness.