There's No Greater Sacrifice

[LordLuck]

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There's No Greater Sacrifice.

But also, there is no other option for the people. After weeks and weeks waiting and praying for a rain that never came, the message was clear. More than enough clear. The time had come for the people to offer one of their own to the Great Spirits, the beings from the elements, so that they would grant the boom of water and grain once more, and the people would feast upon it. And be grateful.

A number to members of the people's priesthood stood over the tall mountain. The Forbidden Mountain, it was called - for none should dwell in it beyond the Great Spirits except in the times of the Demanding Rituals such as this... There was a temple - made of finely worked rock, a large square circled by thick pillars of stone, completely encrusted with the words and runes of power. A place of great magic. The geometric patterns run over every inch of this square, lifted from the ground by a sizeable platform, with great stairs leading upwards.

These priests had sung in praise for the Spirits, dancing and jumping in a frenetic, desperate attempt to appease those incorporeal beings that should watch over their people... but none had appeared. For three days, the ritual went on, and nothing ever happened. The elders considered that some offense had been taken by the mighty beings, and the people was being denied their support and wardenship.

Why?

Why where their Ancestors, their Protectors denying them the blessing of rain? The crops were withering, and dying. And soon the people would follow, should the unshakeable Spirits neglect them. A time of desperate attempts followed. A girl had been immolated, to no avail. No. It was time for the very High Priestess of the people to lay alone over the square, after the others were dismissed... and make an attempt to consort with the Gods.

 

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The sun was strong and merciless like it had been for the past month. There had been no rain in ages and by now the reservoirs where dry and lifeless like the rest of the country. The only thing left was the faith of the people in their gods, however, they had lost their faith in their high priestess and had sacrificed her in order to calm the spirits. Now the former apprentice, Thalya, a young brown haired woman, was the new priestess, who had the task to get the gods back on the side of the people. The young woman was feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders when the walked into the high temple to meet with the elder priests, who would prepare her for her first meeting with the gods.

Thalya, had been prepared all her life for this moment, but she had never seen or met the sprits before, so naturally she was scared. She did not want to offend the gods and find the same end that her former teacher and mentor had met. With a racing heart she carefully knocked on the door to the inner atrium of the temple.

 

[LordLuck]

The door was opened.

A large man greeted Thalya with a simple grunt. One of the guardians of the Sacred Temple, where the Spirits and Gods ocassionally made their appearance. His shaven head was adorned by painted simbols, and a feathered hat covered his stern features. He led her inside, closing the door after the smaller woman as she was taken towards the very center of the room. There was a tall stair, leading up to a chamber concealed behind a heavy, deep blue curtain.

In the room where she was taken, a couple of elderly men found her late. These were the ancient priests that had first greeted the Spirits, and erected this mighty temple for them, their devotion far too great to be questioned, their wisdom only matched by Thalya's late mistress. The men wore heavy, cerimonial garbs, long, colorful mantles and heavy, conic hats of fur. The younger of them brough a small bowl of red powder, while the other started to undress Thalya. Their act of reverence was nothing less than arousing.

The older slowly stripped the Priestess of her long, see-through dress. Taking a heavy piece of golden jewelry - a necklace - he laid it carefully around her neck, and presenting her with a couple of rings - one for each hand; he stood away. All the time mumbling words of this ancient cerimony. The tall, broad guardian had lighted incense, and waved the aromatic sticks around the room, in order to get Thalya ready for her rendezvous.

The young priest, in his lates fifties, took a handful of the powder-paint and started to touch against Thalya's naked body - circling her breasts, her tummy, her full hips - writting geometric form over her skin with sincere focus. Reverent, until the powder was no more and Thalya's frame was covered in many squares and circles, rectangles and triangles - all cabalistically applied to her skin with a carefullness unheard of. When ended, the men told her to await until dusk... and then, climb up the stairs and cross the veil. There, the Spirits would meet her.

Finally, they all left her. Alone.

 

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The young woman felt confused, usually she would have helped the guardians with the preparations of her former mentor and she would have left with them. While the priestess had prayed to the spirits and met with the gods, she had been trained by the elders, so that Thalya would be ready when her time came. And now this moment in her life had arrived.

The cool air of the temple made the young priestess shiver while she waited for dusk. Most of the time she spend paying to the spirits and she would prepare herself spiritually for her first meeting this the gods. Her mistress had never told her a lot about the high spirits, all she knew was that they were not looking like her people at all. Only the people that ever seen them had been the guardians and the priestess and they would not share this knowledge with the outside world.

Finally it was time for Thalya to met the visitors and the started to climb the stairs to the meeting room. The room was even colder than the one she had just been in. The walls and floor were out of stone and showed drawings of humans and some strange looking creatures. The young woman guessed that these might be the spirits and that the drawing told the stories of their wonders. Actually she had seen some similar drawings on the altar that had been used in the sacrifice of her mistress.

In the middle of the room was an altar like block of black stone. The material was smooth and like nothing that Thalya had ever seen in her life. The stone looked like it was not form this world and it showed many unknown markings on the side. Slowly the nude woman walked over to the altar and climbed onto it. She kneed down in the middle and started to pray in the tongue that her mistress had toughed her. “Naahr guanda kunduka …”

 

[LordLuck]

As the young woman called for the Spirits, the beings stood quietly. At attention? Staring down at her frail form from the furthest reaches of the Heavens? She could not know... except to have faith. Faith in the eternal, ancient ancestors that should protect and guard her from the unknown. It was nothing more than pure nature that sent that strange feeling of dread deep into her gut - to be completely alone before the yet unseen Gods.

But her prayer got their attention. Those words, repeated into the terrible accent of her people, were undestood... and awnsered for.

The ceiling of the room was curved - and right over the strange altar-like structure that Thalya knelt over, prostated into her full, naked glory, stood an osculum - a hole, that lead right towards the dusk sky. It still was red with the last of lights of the day, and stars already started to shine upon the darkening surface of the sky's abode.

And exactly before the altar, paralel to the entrance door, there was a curious feature. Another door, carved from the wall, exactly the same as the first one... except that it was blocked by the wall itself. There was absolutely nothing on it - it lead nowhere. Until now.

As Thalya moaned the words in the unknown, exotic, almost unpronounceable words, a lightining bolt came from the very Heavens, through the hole on the ceiling and struck at the wall... opening a gate into the infinite. A wall of glittering waves washed through the door, leading into an unknown, pitch-black space. It's surface was both glossy and opaque at the same time. And a growl came from the gate.

 

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The young woman shrieked in surprise when lightning shot through the room. She was shaking in fear when she looked with her big brown eyes at the strange gate that had mysteriously appeared and opened. The growl that filled the room made the high priestess shiver while she kneed on the stone alter like a sacrificial lamb. Finally her training kicked back in and the bowed forward with her arms stretched out. She closed her eyes and continued to pray in the language that the sprits had taught the elders ages ago.

Thalya hoped with all her heart that the sprits would accept her as the new hight priestess, or her mistress would had died for nothing. The land was dry and the people were putting all their hopes in her, without some rain all of them would die sooner or later. All of these thoughts were crushing down on Thalya while she prayed with a racing heart and waited for the spirits to appear.

 

[LordLuck]

Suddenly, the creature appeared. Crossing from the glowing portal, it was first a reptilian, ruddy feet - it's long nails hugging the ground as if not to be taken again into the void of the door. And suddenly the whole beast emerged from the portal. It was a massive creature. It's reptilian form walked a little bit hunched, but Thalya noticed that should her stood straight, it would dwarf her easily. It's hands were claw-like, it's skin greenish, and it's face was that of a great lizard.

It's ophidian eyes blinked at Thalya as the Spirit recognised her. And she recognised him. The alien forms that stood inscripted on the Temple walls finally made sense. It was one of the Spirits that had guided Her People for the longest of times, before time. Their ancestors and forefathers. She was scared, but suddenly, she knew she had not needed to... should she be accepted.

This God walked slowly as it's eyes washed shamelessly above Thalya's nakedness. He paced around her prostated form as if analizing her, as if evaluating a prey. The being merely walked, curiously admiring her body.

 

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Thalya did not dare to look up at the creatures face. The elder guardians had spend long hours preparing the young woman for her task as the high priestess, but she had never expected a god like this. Her nudity made her feel even more defenseless and she could feel the eyes of the creature on her skin. She was not sure whether she was a cleric to talk to the gods or a sacrifice to make them happy.

When the reptile like creature had made a full circle around the alter, Thalya started to get control over her voice again. She was shaking in fear when she started to address the gods. "Great spirits, we need your help. Our land is dry and your people are thirsty and hungry. Please help us and let the rain find it’s way back to our lands." The creature had stopped in front of Thalya and she could see the reptilian feet with the strong legs, which continued into a strong upper body.

"Please, great spirits, show us your greatness and power. You people need you and we are willing to honor you and to serve you until eternity." The high priestess hoped that the gods could understand her, but she was to afraid to think about what might happen if she would fail.

 

[LordLuck]

And indeed, they could. They've heard her plead, and found it just and fair. However, the Gods also demanded the rightful tithe, and the People had long neglected them. That had made the draught. The lack of nourishing rain. People would die for it, all due to the disrespect. But unknown to herself, Thalya had in her hands the awnsers. She just had to use them properly.

The reptilian-creature walked closer, neared to her, and she could notice that, if it had a facial expression, it was smiling. Or grinning, would be a better word to describe it's visage as the creature stood just before her, pulling her to her knees... having her face just before it's groin. And suddenly, it produced a member she had seen on man.

It was a turgid, long and thick piece of flesh. As the creature unveiled it's manhood, it offered Thalya it, protuding the swollen member towards her, his hands laying over her head in order to caress at her locks.