The Sacrifice

Robbie slowly began to stir again, attempting to shift his body as he felt the cold marble on his bare skin. His wrists and ankles were bound as he was flat on his back spread eagle across the table. He winced again as the pain from the blow to his groin still reverberated though him with each movement. He could only ask what happened, as his vision slowly cleared, he realized he was sprayed out naked on the table, in a dark, damp room, the only light from five candles.

That is when four hooded figures emerged from darkness, when the leader’s male voice echoed through the room, “Good he’s awake, now we may continue.”

Hearing this fear mixed with the pain ran through Robbie’s body as he struggled upon the table, his voice quivering, “Who are you? What do you want with me? Please, what the fuck is going on?”

Another voice this time female spoke up from the hooded figures, “Shut up filth, just be glad your life will finally mean something.”

At that Robbie froze recognizing her voice, and whispered questioningly, “Amber?”

She spoke again, this time as she pulled back her hood to reveal her flowing blonde locks, “Don’t speak my name, I don’t want trash like you to ever speak of or to me.”

The others slowly removed their hoods revealing three men. The leader spoke again, “That’s enough, the sacrifice is our guest, and thanks to him we may continue our growing our pact, as such we should be grateful that he willingly gives his life for our benefit.”

Robbie begun to struggle more, “What the hell, Sacrifice, I don’t want to die, who are you people? Please don’t do this, please just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone. Please just let me….”

His pleading cut short as one of the other men, stuffed a piece of balled up cloth into his mouth.

The four then took up places with two standing on either side of him as fear is evident in Robbie’s eyes, as he struggled with the bonds that held him tightly. The leader began to chant something in a strange language.

“Carissime Domine, Rex magne et potens demonum, Belphegor, te rogamus, benefactor noster largus. Suscipe hanc indignam animam pro solutione, ut plura inter nos in tuis sanctis- sima pactis copulare sinas. Carissime magne et potentissime domine, dignaris nos digneris ut opus tuum in hoc mundo perseveres, ut nobis per tuam benivolam naturam potestatem et auctoritatem concedis. Iuramus perpetuam fidelitatem nobilissimo benefactori vestro.”

Then drawing a long curved knife that had been hidden within his robes he raised it high over his head with both hands. “With his will be done.” He called out as the others echoed the phrase before driving the blade done into Robbie’s bare chest as he struggled with all his might.

Robbie attempted to scream as he felt a pain as the knife pierced his flesh and then through his heart. A gurgling sound escaped around the gag, as his body shivered and his eyes became dull. The last thing Robbie witnessed as his life faded was a shimmering of the air in the room at his head, and a buxom red skinned demoness emerging, her raven dark hair flowing across her shoulders.

The robed figures seeing the emissary of Belphegor enter their world, bowed their heads, placing their hand up joined in prayer as a sign of respect.

The demoness was the first to speak, her soft voice sending a mix of chills and desire through those present. “You of the five families, who have a longstanding pact with our king of the Abyss once known as Gehenna, his highness Belphegor. Is this what you offer my father this night?”

The leader nods, as he and the others raise their heads, “Yes, mistress, we do, we ask that Jacob Grenville be allowed to officially join our families as a pact bearer.”

The crimson woman, nodded, “Yes, Jonathan, I see, and this sacrifice meets the minimum standards of your family’s pact to join. He is of age, of the five bloodlines, willing and has offered the blood, flesh and soul of another to join.”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you for accepting, we are truly grateful to our Lord Belphegor.”

The tall woman frowned as she leaned over the table, tearing away the bonds at the sacrifice’s wrists and ankles.

As she did this, one of the young men taking part in the ceremony, whispered to Jacob, jabbing him with an elbow, “Check out that body, dude, I would put her on her knees and feed her my giant rod, making the slut **** on it. Then bend her over the table and pound that demon snatch till she is begging to be mine.”

The woman rose up, lifting Robbie’s corpse from the table and throwing it over her shoulder. Then glancing over to the man that just spoke, “Beware human, I am Hekate, daughter of Belphegor and Queen of Hell, Eisheth Zenunim. A mere human could not hope to please me, let alone control me. Be warned, Scooter Webster, you are a disgusting example of humanity, and the only reason you still live is due to your status of a pact bearer with my king.”

Jonathan quickly, bowed his head again, “We meant no disrespect, Lady Hekate, he was being foolish, please forgive our trespass.”

Hekate just laughed as she stepped back though the portal taking the body with her, as the air then shimmered and returned to normal. Letting all those present breath a sigh of relief.

As Robbie's lifeless body disappeared into the abyss with Hekate, the air in the room seemed to return to normal, but a lingering sense of dread hung over the group. The gruesome ritual had concluded, and yet, the tension remained thick, especially after Scooter’s reckless comments.

Jonathan, ever the composed leader of the group, ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the unease Hekate had left in the air. “Let’s not dwell on it, people. Tonight’s a big night. Jacob’s officially one of us now. We did what needed to be done.”

Amber, still fuming at the mention of Hekate’s allure, crossed her arms and gave Scooter a disgusted look. “Honestly, if that skank thinks she’s all that, I’d love to see her try to compete with me in the real world. Demoness or not, she’s nothing but a second-rate bimbo.”

Scooter, visibly embarrassed after being humiliated by Hekate, tried to laugh it off but couldn’t shake the sting. “Yeah, Amber, you’re way hotter. I was just… you know, joking around.”

Jacob, now officially a pact bearer, remained quiet, his mind elsewhere. The weight of what had just happened was beginning to settle in, and for the first time, he fully understood the gravity of the choices he’d made. The sight of Hekate, her towering presence and overwhelming power, was burned into his mind. He’d thought he knew what he was getting into, but witnessing it firsthand was something else entirely.

Jonathan patted Jacob on the back, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Hey, don’t get too lost in your head. You’re one of us now, a pact bearer. You’ve got power, connections, and wealth coming your way. Tonight, we celebrate your initiation.”

The group gathered themselves and made their way out of the dark chamber, leaving the remnants of the ritual behind. As they climbed back into their luxurious vehicles, the anticipation for the night’s celebration grew. For Jacob, the sense of power was intoxicating, but somewhere deep inside, a seed of doubt began to take root. What had he really signed up for?

As the cars sped off into the night, heading for the city’s most exclusive club, none of them could shake the feeling that something had changed. The ritual was supposed to bind them closer to the infernal power they served, but now, after Hekate’s chilling presence, they couldn’t help but wonder if they’d set something far more dangerous into motion.

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Translation of the chant by Jonathan:

Dear Lord, the great and powerful King of Demons, Belphegor, we beseech you, our generous benefactor. Please accept this unworthy soul as payment for allowing one more among us to join in your most holy of pacts. Dear great and powerful lord, we pray you deem us worthy to continue your work on this world, as you allow us the power and authority granted by your benevolent nature. We swear eternal fidelity to your our most noble benefactor.