Change the window

You had almost forgotten the polished black rod held in your hand with the brass rings that 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 bridesmaids suddenly fill the room, the squeals of the naked girl and cruel chuckles of the demons are also two or three times louder than before. The clamoring diminishes as you turn the brass ring back the other way and try again.

The view out the window flickers again and this time the scene shifts to a tall pyramid 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 chained to this alter is a wild eyed young woman whose limbs have been chained to the four corners of the blood-stained edifice.

The tall figure who towers above her with a blade of obsidian in his hand has the features you now recognize as the undercity demons', but the dark-haired woman is clearly human. She looks no older than you, and even though she is covered with a sheet of woven of gold thread, you feel confident that under the glittering covering she is as naked as a new born babe. You have an exceptional view of the proceedings as the window slowly circles 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 plumed headdress that adds another four hands to his already impressive height and a pair of simple sandals.

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. Cassia gasps sharply into your ear when the golden sheet is ceremoniously lifted from the young maiden's form exposing (as you expected) the nude body of the struggling brunette, but she recovers and confirms your interpretation of what you are seeing.

"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?

"Make it stop." Her whisper was low but clear as the beast positions himself between the sacrifice's splayed thighs. "Please Adonis, this one is even worse than the other."