A demonic sacrifice

The view out the window flickers and instead of the peaceful mountain vista the scene shifts to the center of a crowded city where a tall pyramid is surrounded by throngs of supplicants. You almost fall off the couch as the window zooms up the steps of the pyramid faster than a horse can run, it is like you are viewing the scene through the eyes of a dove flying up the steps towards the alter at the top. For you can now see that the top of the pyramid is a flat square roughly twenty paces to the side and on a raised dais in the center of the flattened area is a sacrificial alter much like the alters in the Temples in all the great cities, but unlike in the offerings you are used to, the sacrifice to be offered on this alter is a wild eyed young woman whose arms have been tightly bound behind her back.

The tall figure who towers above her with a blade of obsidian in his hand has the features you recognize as the undercity demons', but the golden-haired woman is clearly human. Through this viewing window you have an exceptional view of the proceedings as if you were a hawk slowly circling above the top of the pyramid in the morning sun. The bleached white linen kilt worn by the Demon falls to just above his knees and covering his chest is a gold breastplate. The only other clothing he wears is a simple pair of sandals and a plumed headdress that adds another four hands to his already impressive height.

Four other of the tall yellow-eyed demons wearing the same linen skirts but without the golden breast-plate or headdress were assisting in the offering. Each of the demons moved with practiced precision of a ceremony that has been repeated hundreds of times before, the brown stains that coated the alter gave further proof that this was a common occurrence on the top of this pyramid. A knife of black obsidian is presented by one of the lesser demons, while the others ceremoniously prepare the sacrifice. Cassia gasps sharply into your ear when the young maiden's writhing body is held down by the assistants.

"This is how the demons curried favor with the Titans, they offered the bloody hearts of the enslaved population in exchange for the power - ohh!" Her startled reaction was to the equally formal removal of the priest's kilt which exposes his rampant sex. You wonder for a heartbeat if one of the requirements for this demon's role was the length and girth of his organ, it was as long and thick as your arm - or perhaps all demons were so endowed? Apparently this young woman would suffer the double indignity of having her sex plowed by the demonic priest before the valley between her perfect breasts was torn open and her heart was pulled from her chest.

"Make it stop." Her whisper was low but clear as the beast positions himself between the sacrifice's splayed thighs. "Please Adonis, I can't watch any more of this."

You had almost forgotten the polished black rod held in your hand whose brass rings had started the dramatic sequence in the window but in an effort to keep from taking Cassia in your arms and ripping open her top you twist another of the rings. It doesn't help. The panicked protests of the virgin sacrifice as the priest positions the head of his monstrous member between her thighs suddenly fill the room, and harsh chantings of the assistants are also two or three times louder than before. The clamor diminishes as you turn that ring back the other way and try again.