As usual, she'd find that Varian's starry eyes twinkled with promises of the unknown.
"So much to learn... so much to conquer," Varian said, and he smiled. One of his hands moved to the back of her neck, and he motioned for her to rise.
"Once you have secured the seat of the High Priestess, you will have the privacy to construct your altar and advance to the next stage of your teachings. For now, listen closely, for I will give you your first incantation, The Curse of The Stone."
Varian's hand went to Aïda's temple, so that even as he spoke, the vivid and horrifying imagery of the beyond filled her mind and made sure the knowledge was burned in properly.
"You must acquire a small stone tablet, no larger than your hand. Etch your target's name upon it, her greatest fears, her weaknesses. Bury the slab in the sand with a poisonous plant and a smattering of blood upon it. Chant..."
The following words were indescribably potent, every syllable charged with the malignancy of the void. When he was done repeating them, he brought her in even closer.
"After this is done, you need but to see the high priestess and repeat the final word. Her eyes will deceive her, she will be plagued by phantoms and illusions, and she will be brought into horror. After the initial horror passes and her senses return, she will be haunted by them every night until her sanity finally breaks."