Sacrifices Begin

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demoness
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Sacrifices Begin

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It had been many years since she sat in the Altar room and offered souls. Today would mark the first of many to come. She was not just offering the Souls of those she brought here to kill, she was going to give their blood and every part about them as well. This room was going to need a full cleaning by the time she was done.

She dragged her three captives crying through the snow of Frostfall past the guard that stood at the gate of the Temple, making a wide berth for the demoness and her crying prey. She stopped briefly at the altar and looked up at the statues of black representing her first immortals, Corin and Kilana. She remembered with great pride the first days she entered the temple, working hard to make her mark and move forward within the temple. The days she spent reaping and showing her willingness to do everything necessary to become a Demon. The day that Corin changed her human self to the demoness she was today. The pain, agony and souls she ate...all worthwhile. No, she would not be offering souls to the feet of her old immortals this day. Instead she went on to the portal room, pulling and dragging the sacrifices to the point where she makes the maneuvers necessary to gain entrance into the depths of the temple.

The voice welcomed her into the home she has known for so many years, pulling her and her prey forward and into the main temple depths. Upon her landing on the floor, the black candles lit up bringing forth a light to the otherwise dark room. She looked around at the clean altar that hadn't seen much use as of late. The chances were filled with blood that would be fed to her prey before they died. Their blood would be used bring the pentagram on the floor to full life. By the third sacrifice, the entire room would be engulfed in flames, brought to life with the souls of those past, ready to bring them down into the deepest parts of the underworld.

She looked at her prey as they knelt against the wall, one elven woman, one gnome male of mid age and one human of elder age. There were no instruments to prepare. There was nothing more to do than decide which one would go first. Her claws seemed to gleam in the candlelight as she opened and closed them. The pleas of the woman asking her to be released so her children would not grow up without their mother fell on uncaring ears. This excited her more knowing that her sacrifice would not only cause her death but leave innocent lives to torture that my lead them into another life compared to that which was meant for them with their mother alive and guiding them.

The gnome didn't have much meat on him but had the smell of taint. Daggers at his hip were laced with poison and blood dripped from one still. She wasn't sure of his profession, but surely it wasn't one of pure intentions. He made no efforts to plead for his life. Instead he looked at the demon with disgust, knowing that nothing he did would save his life.

As she looked at the elder man, a human of at least eighty years according to the wrinkles he possessed. The smell she got form him was of deep taint from many years of doing what he had to for survival. Like the gnome, he didn't bother to beg for his life, He looked at her and smiled. He knew that in some point in life Death would come for him. The fact that it came as a demoness dragging him to the Temple for sacrifice didn't matter much to him. He welcomed the end of his tortured life, regardless of how it was to come.

Taking another look at the crying elven woman, her tears still falling, she walked over and licked at her tears. The course feeling of her tongue on the smooth elven skin made the woman shudder. The answers Nyssa needed, however, were given to her in the taste of the woman's tears. She was not only the woman whose children would miss her should she not come home. She was also a woman whose life started out as a harlot on a ship that kept the men entertained in whatever way she needed to. The idea of leaving her children motherless was greatly appealing to the demoness, but the idea of making her watch the others die and hearing her screams of terror made her even more excited. Her decision was made.

Starting with the gnome, she picked him up by the head, palming it in her giant claw, depositing him on the altar table with a small thud. He was easily stripped of his clothing, which was burned in a corner of the room. She picked up a chalice and handed it to him. "
Drink," was all she said. He looked at her as if he meant to fight her in the act, especially after smelling the metallic liquid that looked black in the cup. With a deep sigh he tilted the chalice at this lips and drank down the blood in a single deep gulp. He dropped the chalice and shuddered. No words were needed as she looked at him, staring him deep in the eye with her own that were deeply dark, the light reflecting off in them, almost seeming to come from them. He got lost in those eyes and didn't see the claw that came at him, punching through his chest and ripping out his heart still beating. He fell backwards lifeless. His heart beat for a few seconds after it left his body, blood splattering around the altar. Before the heart could get in its last beat, she bit into it, feeling the beat on her lips. She drank in his blood, feasting on the entire heart, leaving her covered in blood which fell onto the floor and fed the pentagram. She grabbed the little gnome body and pulled the entrails from within it, spreading them and the blood around the room within the pentagram as well.

Finished with his little gnome body, she tossed it aside and walked over to the other two. The woman's screams while she was dealing with the gnome filled her with excitement. Right now she was in hysterical fear of the demon as she was kneeling in a pool of urine, relieving herself from her fear. What did it matter at this point since she was going to die anyway. Nyssa stopped in front of the old man. He stood and walked to the demon without fear, a limp to his step from his weakened bones and decrepit muscles withering away within him. Knowing she was going to feed him a chalice, he grabbed one on his way to the altar and downed the cup, putting it back down in its place. He sat down on the altar and laid down. His words caught her ears, "
The sins of my life are repaid at this time. I'm ready and give myself unto Death." The demon nodded, reached down to the man with both of her claws. She took his head within them and quickly snapped his neck. Nothing would be done with him alive to witness as he made his peace with this death. He accepted it to the end. She respected that. That did not, however, mean that he would remain in one piece once dead. She pulled his heart out, and his innards. She spread them around, draining the blood from them to feed the pentagram. The woman's screams increased with horror as she watched this.

Again the body was pushed aside. The blood covered altar awaited just one more sacrifice. She was scrambling around on the floor seeking a way out as the pentagram burst into flame, fed by the blood and fear within this room. The demoness walked over, blood covering her from nose to floor from both men. She reached down and picked up the woman by the hair. The woman kicked and screeched at the top of her lungs. "
I have tasted your sins. Now you will die for them and fuel the underworld." Walking to the chalices, Nyssa picked the last one up and held it up for the woman to drink. She tried to knock it down but the demoness' grip on the chalice was too strong. Instead, she shook the woman for her insolence and tossed her on the ground, hearing a bone break in her leg as she fell. Going down on one knee, the demoness grabbed the woman's jaw and squeezed until her mouth opened, drizzling the blood into her mouth. She gagged on the blood, spluttering some out so it dripped down her chin. Nyssa dropped the chalice and picked her up, licking at the blood upon her face and chin. Holding her over the altar, the demon looked around. The heat from the fire around the pentagram licking at her leggings as the moved upon her body. Holding the woman down on the altar with one claw around her neck, the other one reached down and ripped off the rag she wore as a dress. The rag was thrown into the fire where it went up quickly to ash. The sharp nails of her right claw held over the woman's chest, teasing the skin, barely drawing blood as the woman continued to fight. Her last shriek of fight was lost in her gasp of shock when the claw broke through the skin and wrapped around her heart. She felt it pumping blood, beating so fast from fear. The demoness pulled the heart free of her chest, feasting on the fear and blood that held its last moments.

After her feast was complete and the sacrifices partially made, she took the bodies and placed them appropriately on the points on the outside of the burning pentagram. There she watched as the bodies burned and turned to ash, falling into the depths of the pentagram and the underworld. Satisfied as the fires died down around her except for the black candles, she walked from the room and went to the Demonic Bloodfest where she would train with the other Demons, only this time she was watching while cleaning up from her feast.
Demoness Nyssa, Savant of Death

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