High atop the edifice, he waited.
At long last the stars were in alignment, the astral bodies in place.
The clouds parted to reveal the voluptuous curves of the gibbous moon, and the city was bathed in her blood-red glow. As her light caressed his form, fissures raced across the stone, weakening it.
With a sound like a crack of thunder the fascia fell away and Daelznyk the spine-biter, his heart quickened by the screams which filled the night air, roared in triumph before launching himself to the streets below to join his brethren, who were already feasting on man-flesh.