Thread: The Goddess's Demise (BlueSix x Vuxayl)

To ensure that the gods of the west took mercy on their people, and allowed their lives to remain unharmed, the old men which their civilisation depended on would divine their gods' desires. And the gods, they said, demanded constant sacrifice, for only with bloodshed they would remain satisfied. But not any bloodshed, because if that would be the case the gods would be always be satisfied with the west's warring states. No only the most beautiful, fertile women could be offered to the gods only then would all of their lives be spared, and their existence allowed to continue. There seemed no way out of this predicament and every week, the ritualised sacrifices took place in the sacred city of the west. And in the west, Wulv was considered one of their best war commanders it was him that lead the armies against the rebellion and insurgence of their multiple states. From his captures came many of the women that were sacrificed to appease the gods for this reason and many others, he had been gifted with the inability to grow old, and die at the hands of time. Right the week before, Wulv had to witness another of their brutal sacrifices the old men took the finest young woman of his war spoils, knowing she would be the chosen one for the ritual. As much as it infuriated and pained Wulv to have such women taken way and submitted to terrible suffering at the hands of the ritual caretakers, part of him had again been... eager to see what would happen to her that sacrifice. Even though though he hadn't, and never wished to cause the pain that made the offerings wail and yell in desperation, as the bladed instruments hacked away at their ravaged bodies... he secretly wished that, somehow, he would have the opportunity to do that very same thing to one of them. And that instead of suffering, she would relish in depraved pleasure at the wicked tortures performed on the altar... all of them, making her moan in ravaging lust and violence. But when he first heard of the fair goddess in the east, he just sneered at the messenger, staying in his war tent and letting the beer drown his concerns for the night. Why should I care about this... goddess, you say, in such far-away lands? Our problems are our own, and I have no time or patience to consider such trivia of foreign territory. He hastily told him to leave, but he still kept the rest of the message maybe he would grant a mere glance at its contents. And not having anything else to do until the morning came, he did just that wondering what had been the purpose of it. A simple intelligence report it was, informing him of the goddess's healing and sexual powers. It drew a chuckle out of Wulv's mouth there he was, surrounded by wooden shields and sharp steel swords, reading a note about a goddess of sex. If they had delivered her to his tent... now that would have been a more enticing proposition that getting a simple report. Still, he noted her more... useful powers how she seemed to be able to heal the sick and the wounded, how she seemed somehow blessed with immortality and eternal existence. Wulv simply threw the message to one side while surely useful, they could not use her powers, and they had better things to do in their own lands. I suppose..., Wulv thought out loud, ... that we could sacrifice her instead. At least, it wouldn't be another fair maiden of our lands. And then he realised, she would be unable to die after the sacrifice had been completed and that she would return. And she could be sacrificed again, and again, and again... needing not to sacrifice anyone else but her, repeatedly and for all eternity, as the ultimate offering to the gods. The realisation of her ability to serve as their offering came to him as a shock, and he grabbed the thrown message in haste, reading it once more. It was the opportunity he'd been waiting for this goddess, this woman, would be their righteous sacrifice. Wulv convoked all of his war generals in that very night they would stop the constant in-fightings in their own territories, and they'd march as a single, huge army heading towards the east. When asked why, he told them about the goddess telling them only that it was imperative that she was in their control. The war generals looked at each other with nervous stares. Sir, some of us have heard rumours about this goddess her power is greater than a man can imagine, and that she has destroyed armies single-handedly in the past... Wulv placed both of his hands on the strategic map inside his tent he knew to be careful when attacking an unknown enemy, but this was an all-out attack. She may be able to destroy one army single-handedly... but what about a dozen? A hundred armies marching into her temple? We shall march on their fields, and they shall not be visible under the blackened steel of a million marching men... this goddess may be powerful, but even gods have their limits. Our campaign will be swift, and precise. We will get her, and return to our homelands, carrying her as our treasure. She will bring us the peace that we sorely need. And, Wulv thought to himself, maybe release from his own dark desires. Or do you not want peace in our lands? Do you wish for our men to remain fighting against each other, and our women's blood to be violently taken from them in cruel sacrifices?! Is that what you all want, or will you instead consider defending the interest of our land? He was a charismatic, eloquent leader, known for his successful campaigns and his strategic decisions. His opinion weighted heavily on military matters, and the war generals acquiesced. In the morning, they would head out. The campaign was swift and brutal Wulv's combined armies drew a line west to east like a surgical scalpel, leaving behind them the lives and homes of those that did not rebel against their marches, and the ruined bodies and burning fields of those that did. The armies of the east and the goddess's personal army were no match for the fury of the west. Centuries of in-fighting and civil wars had made the people of the west second to none when it came to battle, and bloodshed ran through their blood for several generations. Instead of fighting on horseback, Wulv preferred to battle in the middle of his own troops, spearheading the slaughter of any military that dared stand their ground against them. Soon, they were at the goddess's own city. Leaving most of his army besieging it, Wulv and a company of his bravest men walked in, carrying a huge bronze ram on their shoulders. With most resistance already dead, and trained as they were, they had little difficulty in reaching the inner cloisters, where the goddess's temple resided. Two massive white marble doors prevent them from entering in, and Wulv ordered his men to aim the battering ram at the blockade. Pounding at the doors with the ram's head, they eventually crumbled to white rubble before the feet of Wulv and his company, and they walked inside the goddess's temple triumphantly.