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'Oh this just bites,' thought Reega bitterly as he was led by hooded priests up to the sacrificial altar.
To Reega's defence, he had tried to fight, he had tried to avoid being gutted like a farm animal for the Gods; but the priests were just too powerful, they had grabbed him, and dragged him kicking and screaming, until one of them pointedly told Reega that he was going to die, one way or another, but it could be quick and painless, or long and excruciatingly painful.
That shut up Reega pretty quickly...
And now as Reega was sprawled across the hard stone altar, the hooded priests began a loud, rumbling chant, while the high priest brandished his obsidian knife in the air.
'Oh great, what did I do to deserve this? These Gods are evil, pure evil...' Reega shut his eyes as the high priest raised the knife and intoned in a deep, rolling voice, "Hear us, O Great Ones up in the sky, take this glorious sacrifice, and feast on his flesh, drink his blood in your goblets of gold, and bless those who remain!"
The other priests chorused, "Hear us, O Great Ones!"
"May the Gods enjoy your body, so that we may be blessed," the high priest finished, and the knife came hurtling down, piercing Reega straight in the... hand?
It was common knowledge that the high priest was old, but this?
The high priest looked horrified, mortified, and looked wild-eyed at the other priests, as if to say 'I didn't mean to, it's an honest mistake, a mistake!'
But the other priests grimly advanced, and snatched the black knife from the high priests hands; now both Reega and the high priest will be sacrificed.
But it was already too late...
A torrent wind blew, stronger and stronger with each passing moment, until finally it blew the priests right off their feet.
The Gods were angry.
Black clouds filled the sky, and lightning crashed through the thatched roofs of the humble houses.
The Gods were very angry.
A deafening roar echoed through the land, and the sun fell out of the sky.
The world had ended...