The cold blade pressed against his cheek, the small child quivering as the chants grew louder. The priest stood before him with an arrogant smile opening a thick leather bond book, ignoring the pleas of the young child
"Let's begin....." The child looked around frantically, as he was pushed closer to the blue Flames of the portal, feeling helpless as the ritual continued
"We bring the', the God of salvation, who we are his eyes, a gift of our gratitude. The blood of a healthy lord to be, to stain the ground with your every reaching vines, to concor the non believers...... to lift us the the heaven's to feel your warm glow..... talaycha..... moriyo kineach lormor...."
"moriyo kineach lormor! moriyo kineach lormor!" The crowd cried out, throwing their hands up in triumph.but the more he tugged, the more pressure the knife was held.
The priest bent down, his face centimeters from the boy, reaking of blood and rotten apples. "Your time has come. You will be remembered for your sacrifice, as the many before you have." He straighten up, flicking his hand idly to the portal. "Proceed."
The boy was dragging screaming and crying to the portal, the candles flickering around them in an exited mood. Forced to kneel down, the boy could only stare at the stone floor, noticing the cracks in which him blood seeped into. The priest turned his attention back to the ominous portal, chanting ancient prayers as it lit up in a blue flame. The chanting gre louder, And LoUder, AND LOUDER-
Screams. Oh my gods the screams. The feeling of the skulk slithering into his blood, skin peeling off as it over took his body. The boy skull throbbed, feeling the skulk break holes at the sides, desperate for something - anything to cling on.
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He woke up hours after, a throbbing pain shooting across his body. He gingerly dragged himself up, tearing off the layer of skulk on his body, Turing around to see a horrifying sight.
The bodys layed hazardously toss around, bending in shapes that should not be possible for human bodys. Skulk veins incased the entire floor, covering the bodys underneath. The portal was lit- yet it refused to work.
As he slowly adjusted to the settings, he took a few steps to steady himself, stepping on something crunchy.
Soulless eyes and a leather book.
The amount of times the boy hurled, dragging himself out of the temple he couldn't count. Every step made a noise, his eyes going dark from the pain, exhaustion, and stress as he tumbled out into the open air. The floor seemed unleveled, as the temple and the buildings around sunk slowly into the skulk, being swallowed whole.
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Aarion slept with the stars that night, curled around a pathetic excuse for a campfire as he waited for day to break.
The dark suddenly seemed less friendly than he had thought.
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