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Authors: Marie Hall
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hands up with the hungry cries of blood lust each time the Lord—looking pitifully frail again—lifted his bloody blade and kicked yet another headless corpse down the long flight of stairs. It was macabre the way the limbs floated up through the air and then slapped against the rocks as it rolled steadily down the steps.
It seemed like the blood bath would never end. What was even more sick was the smile’s on the faces of the sacrificial lambs. They looked like they felt honored by this.
Her stomach soured, hating the idiotic cruelty of it. They were like cows led to slaughter, not even needing guards to lift them up onto the killing stone. They lay with arms bound in ropes upon their chests. Eyes staring at the burning sun as their priest lifted his knife and plunged it deep into their still beating hearts. Each death was the same.
Down they lay. Priest stabbing the heart. A jerk. A spasm. Bowels evacuating. Cutting out the heart and jerking it high above his head as blood ran between his slippery fingers. Then he’d throw the heart down to the waiting eager fingers of the masses. Behead them and kick them away, only to do it over again and again.
His eyes glowed.
She wondered if the people knew their high priest was more than human. But the way they were screaming and dancing and war whooping, she doubted they cared. Their freneticism and the sickly metallic scent of old and fresh blood whipped an already crazed crowd into an unstoppable force of fanaticism. All that mattered was appeasing the gods.
After the first ten victims, she started to think that maybe she was becoming immune to all the carnage, but then they laid a baby down. Her fire rushed to the surface so quick it caused the leaves above her to start smoking.
Hunter clamped down on her arms seconds before she changed. Her change was so close she sizzled.
“Sable, you must calm yourself.”
“How dare you!”
They were high enough up no one would hear, but at the moment she wouldn’t have cared if they had.
“That’s a child. I thought we were the good guys, Hunter? Why aren’t we stopping this? Why aren’t you?” She knew none of this was his fault, but she was beyond fury.
Panic and fear had such a death grip on her heart she felt she was going to incinerate the world around her. How could Slayde have been so stupid? Why hadn’t she seen him yet?
Why? Why? Why?
“Just a little longer, Sable. These things never last more than an hour. They’ll bring him out soon and when they do, we’ll take him. I swear.”
Her nostrils flared. “The baby...”
He shook his head. A tiny squeal was forever silenced by the cruel slash of a knife. She didn’t glance up. Couldn’t bring herself to see what she knew had just happened.
“There are some things, Sable, that cannot be changed.”
His words were filled with such anguish she knew he spoke from personal experience. She bit her bottom lip. No one should ever have to suffer like this. No one. “It was only a baby,” she whispered, all her fire gone.
Synnergy was huddled into herself, arms wrapped tight around her body. Quiet sobs wracked her frame.
“I know.”
A loud roar of sound different than the others caused all the fine hairs on the nape of her neck to stand up.
It was him .
She looked and breathed a loud sobbing sigh of relief.
Slayde’s face was jacked up. His eyes sealed shut, the skin puffy and blackish blue. It was almost hard to believe it was really him, but for the auburn hair and mud encrusted skin. Her veins buzzed with anxious exhilaration.
Then she saw his arm and her heart plummeted. His left arm was gone below the elbow. It was a bloody stump wrapped in disgusting brown cloth. She gasped, unable to believe they’d taken his arm.
She choked on a scream, wanting desperately to kill them all. To hurt them the way they’d hurt her.
“Let me go!” Slayde roared, and though he only had one useable arm, he was still throwing the guards around. His face was
It seemed like the blood bath would never end. What was even more sick was the smile’s on the faces of the sacrificial lambs. They looked like they felt honored by this.
Her stomach soured, hating the idiotic cruelty of it. They were like cows led to slaughter, not even needing guards to lift them up onto the killing stone. They lay with arms bound in ropes upon their chests. Eyes staring at the burning sun as their priest lifted his knife and plunged it deep into their still beating hearts. Each death was the same.
Down they lay. Priest stabbing the heart. A jerk. A spasm. Bowels evacuating. Cutting out the heart and jerking it high above his head as blood ran between his slippery fingers. Then he’d throw the heart down to the waiting eager fingers of the masses. Behead them and kick them away, only to do it over again and again.
His eyes glowed.
She wondered if the people knew their high priest was more than human. But the way they were screaming and dancing and war whooping, she doubted they cared. Their freneticism and the sickly metallic scent of old and fresh blood whipped an already crazed crowd into an unstoppable force of fanaticism. All that mattered was appeasing the gods.
After the first ten victims, she started to think that maybe she was becoming immune to all the carnage, but then they laid a baby down. Her fire rushed to the surface so quick it caused the leaves above her to start smoking.
Hunter clamped down on her arms seconds before she changed. Her change was so close she sizzled.
“Sable, you must calm yourself.”
“How dare you!”
They were high enough up no one would hear, but at the moment she wouldn’t have cared if they had.
“That’s a child. I thought we were the good guys, Hunter? Why aren’t we stopping this? Why aren’t you?” She knew none of this was his fault, but she was beyond fury.
Panic and fear had such a death grip on her heart she felt she was going to incinerate the world around her. How could Slayde have been so stupid? Why hadn’t she seen him yet?
Why? Why? Why?
“Just a little longer, Sable. These things never last more than an hour. They’ll bring him out soon and when they do, we’ll take him. I swear.”
Her nostrils flared. “The baby...”
He shook his head. A tiny squeal was forever silenced by the cruel slash of a knife. She didn’t glance up. Couldn’t bring herself to see what she knew had just happened.
“There are some things, Sable, that cannot be changed.”
His words were filled with such anguish she knew he spoke from personal experience. She bit her bottom lip. No one should ever have to suffer like this. No one. “It was only a baby,” she whispered, all her fire gone.
Synnergy was huddled into herself, arms wrapped tight around her body. Quiet sobs wracked her frame.
“I know.”
A loud roar of sound different than the others caused all the fine hairs on the nape of her neck to stand up.
It was him .
She looked and breathed a loud sobbing sigh of relief.
Slayde’s face was jacked up. His eyes sealed shut, the skin puffy and blackish blue. It was almost hard to believe it was really him, but for the auburn hair and mud encrusted skin. Her veins buzzed with anxious exhilaration.
Then she saw his arm and her heart plummeted. His left arm was gone below the elbow. It was a bloody stump wrapped in disgusting brown cloth. She gasped, unable to believe they’d taken his arm.
She choked on a scream, wanting desperately to kill them all. To hurt them the way they’d hurt her.
“Let me go!” Slayde roared, and though he only had one useable arm, he was still throwing the guards around. His face was
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