: Dragon devil cult ritual ground:

''Brothers and sisters tonight we will resurrect our lord to usher a new age ''

Cheers and loud claps resonated the empty cave in the mountain 

Cultists are everywhere in great numbers rejoicing this day 

that they waited for centuries to arrive finally a candidate with a blood of the lord that can treated as the medium 

Veres was walking in a straight line to the alter to be sacrifices his eyes where dim 

no life in them like a doll dancing toward the end of fate 

He wasn’t walking slowly nor hastily 

cultist from both sides thanking him for his great sacrifice and demanding that he should cry from happiness

because he was chosen 

he was given the honor that they wished 

Arriving at the foot of the alter the high priest with his gold embroiled garb said with a smile stretched from ear to ear 

''Today is the day our god descend today is the day we prevail let me hear your prayers brother and sisters ''

After the booming melodical prayers 

Veres eyes seemed to flicker with light of rebellion

he decided to die, but he will try everything in his power to fuck these people even if it was miniscule 

like a wolf looking for a prey 

with patience and focus he didn’t know he possessed he observed the alter

the alter consisted of three stone hinges with blue runes plastered on them and in the middle is a chair where they need to sacrifice the lamb 

the lamb in the drawing was without fingers, ears nor nose 

the grotesque appearance made him realize he mirrored the lamp 

anger erupted deep down his soul wanting to find anything will help him in his endeavor 

''Brothers sisters settle down now with the pure blood of 13 virgins running through the alter bring the second course''

Veres was a bit pleased he might find allies to fuck those cultist up then a door opened on the far side of the cave he heard the cries oh the pitiful cries 

6 babies screaming in agony 

''the second sacrifice for the lord to bring him to this world as a child born and raised from it to not be rejected by the world drain the blood from the sacrifices''

Veres saw the babies who had no fingers nor ears nor a nose 

he couldn’t register what happened and what will happen he thought help will be there even with the smallest of hope being extinguished

Veres watched the babies being drained one by one 

and then he noticed it 

focusing his eyes on the priest as he was cutting the babies methodologically 

First the wrists then the thighs then the neck 

But when he gets closer to the neck he says a prayer for 2.5 seconds for each and every baby with his eyes closed

that’s the hope he wanted not the kind of hope to be saved

but hope to not die powerless in vain without doing anything 

After the baby were drained the priest spoke cheerfully

''Now with the last sacrifice the medium who will bring the lord to this land VERES ''

cheers erupted in his name 

Veres tried to maintain his lifeless eyes

he sat down the torture chair honing himself for this moment 

not screaming not flinching against the pain that was inflicted 

with a mantra in his head that he read in one of the books 

repeating it over and over even dreaming it 

it became engraved in his mind, soul and body 

-Pain is never permanent Time brings all things to pass Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not-

he never believed in a god nor in miracles he will decide his remaining time by himself

he walked to the priest 

the priest started methodically cutting like he was one of the former sacrifice he couldn’t bind Veres because cooperation was a key in the ritual, so they broke him first then try to use hem  

he cut the hand blood dripping in the altar 

then the thigh drops draining from the victim 

then he inched closer to Veres neck and closed his for the final prayer 

Veres with no strength in his right fingerless arm to do anything with it 

all he had is his left hand 

he was weak due to not having a meal in too long 

he stilled himself trying to move his right hand in the priest direction 

he knew he was weak so with the final push to his existence the final drop of his will power 

he inserted two fingers in the priest left eye with a claw shaped hands digging thru the priest cheek and continued to dig 

he wanted to feel the priest brain to squish it mangle it damage it 

to make him feel a fraction of the pain he endured 

the priest recoiled pushing Veres away and the sacrificial knife cut Veres in his neck 

he fell outside the alter lifeless 

not knowing did he succeed or fail 

did he prevail or it was all in vain?

but he was content. He tried and that’s what he never did 

to try to expand his horizons to do what he thought 

to decide by himself to inflict his will upon the world 

when the world was turning black, he said one last time

-Pain is never permanent Time brings all things to pass Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not-

The priest was in shock his blood was mixed in the alter they needed to repeat a century to find more candidates to start a new 

He screamed out of anger 

unfortunately Veres was dead he wasn’t able to hear the anger in the detestable stone faced priest

with blue runes plastered on them and in the middle is a chair where they need to sacrifice the lamb 

the lamb in the drawing was without fingers, ears nor nose 

the grotesque appearance made him realize he mirrored the lamp 

anger erupted deep down his soul wanting to find anything will help him in his endeavor 

''Brothers sisters settle down now with the pure blood of 13 virgins running through the alter bring the second course''

Veres was a bit pleased he might find allies to fuck those cultist up the when a door opened on the far side of the cave, he heard the cries oh the pitiful cries 

6 babies screaming in agony 

''the second sacrifice for the lord to bring him to this world as a child born and raised from it to not be rejected by the world drain the blood from the sacrifices''

Veres saw the babies who had no fingers nor ears nor a nose 

he couldn’t register what happened and what will happen he thought help will be there even with the smallest of hope being extinguished

Veres watched the babies being drained one by one 

and noticed it he focused his eyes on the priest he was cutting the babies methodologically 

First the wrists then the thighs then the neck 

But when he get closer to the neck he says a prayer for 2.5 seconds for each and every baby with his eyes closed

that’s the hope he wanted not the kind of hope to be save 

but hope to not die powerless in vain without doing anything 

After the baby were drained the priest spoke cheerfully

''Now with the last sacrifice the medium who will bring the lord to this land VERES ''

cheers erupted in his name 

Veres tried to maintain his lifeless eyes

he sat down the torture chair honing himself for this moment 

not screaming not flinching against the pain that was inflicted 

with a mantra in his head that he read in one of the books 

repeating it over and over even dreaming it no stopping chanting 

it became engraved in his mind , soul and body 

-Pain is never permanent Time brings all things to pass Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not-

he never believed in a god nor in miracles he will decide his remaining time by himself

he walked to the priest 

the priest started methodically cutting like he was on of the former sacrifice he couldn’t bind Veres because cooperation was a key in the ritual, so they broke him first then try to use hem  

he cut the right hand , blood dripping in the altar 

then the thigh draining from the victim 

then he inched closer to Veres neck and closed his for the final prayer 

Veres with no strength in his right fingerless arm to do anything with it 

all he had is his left hand 

he was weak due to not having a meal in too long 

he stilled him self trying to move his right hand in the priest direction 

he knew he was weak so with the final push to his existence the final drop of his will power 

he inserted two fingers in the priest left eye with a claw shaped hands digging thru the priest cheek and continued to dig 

he wanted to feel the priest brain to squish it mangle it damage it 

to make him feel fraction of the pain he endured 

the priest recoiled pushing Veres away and the sacrificial knife cut Veres in his neck 

he fell outside the alter lifeless 

not knowing did he succeed or fail 

but he was content he tried that’s what he never did 

to try to expand his horizons to do what he thought 

to decide by himself to inflict his will upon the world 

when the world was turning black he said one last time

-Pain is never permanent Time brings all things to pass Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not-

The priest was in shock his blood was mixed in the alter they needed to repeat a century to find more candidates to start a new 

He screamed out of anger 

unfortunately Veres was dead he wasn’t able to hear the anger in the detestable stone faced priest