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

Vena's body was cleaned head to toes in pure, distilled water by one of the priests - ensuring that the sacrifice of her body would be pure. And it helped to remove the grime that had clung to her skin when Wulv threw her on the ground her skin was glinting under the torch fire, perhaps even more than when Wulv first saw her. A whole crowd watched at Wulv and Vena with expectation, waiting for her first sacrifice to be performed the cold altar right in front of the palace was build over a couple of stone steps, so that its view would not be obscured. A couple more priests walked towards Wulv - each one of them holding worn leathery tomes. And the drums, which had been silent so far, started booming their sound all around them in rhythm. Wulv leaned over Vena's face, the ceremonial blade grasped by his hand. It was almost sacrilege, to defile such a beautiful body but Vena was, indeed, a goddess. And knowing that, Wulv reassured himself, and perhaps Vena as well with his whispered words. You, most alluring goddess, you are eternal. And so... the offering of your body and flesh, will only be temporary. He dearly hoped that it would be so, for Vena to lose her figure permanently would be an irrecoverable tragedy, not only for Vena, but for the people of the west, and for Wulv as well. After all... she was an enticing and challenging deity, and he yearned to know her better, giving her a half-smile. But the sacrifice would have to continue - and Wulv gently dragged the edge of the blade on her skin, without attempting to cut her. The priests, old men of the west, begun chanting the words that preceded the ritualistic destruction of her body. Their deep voice echoed all around the stone steps and the altar on top of it the public was absolutely silent, with only the unavoidable noises of such a large multitude of people. The sad, brutal songs of the west filled the air, the drums picking up on intensity - and when the last verse had been uttered, the men closed their stained books with a soft thump, and the drums fell silent. Only the fire from the torches seemed to move - and you could hear a pin drop in such eerie silence. It would begin now - and Wulv looked at Vena for one last time. She was... an odd figure, a somewhat unhinged goddess. Did she really enjoy pain? And so Wulv whispered at her so that no-one else would hear, perhaps foreseeing what would come next. Vena... you will need to scream. Find a way to make them believe you're suffering. His stare and speech was not one of domination this time, but one of concern - if the public thought she defiled a sacrifice of the west with a semblance of pleasure, it could mean total ruin for her... and Wulv. The sacrifice could be dragged no longer, and Wulv placed the blade on Vena's forehead, resting the edge on her skin. And then... he pressed it until it started digging into her flesh. Slowly dragging it across her face, it slitted her skin in two halves with a few drops of blood running along. The blade continued past her nose, and her lips - cutting into their soft flesh, and pushing them apart. Her mouth would start filling with blood - and the flesh of her lips parted sideways, as if it had been released from its tightness. Another cut was done on the left side of Vena's face, and another on the right side, from the line of her hair all the way to her jaw as if her body was being engraved by the blade. Beyond Vena's face, laid her nude and immaculate body, still untouched by steel. But not for long - from Vena's neck all the way to just a mere finger above her most intimate of regions, Wulv drew another line with the blade - and it scored her skin deep, parting slightly and revealing the hot flesh underneath. And again, Wulv cut another such line on her left, and then on her right - but this time, her breasts stood directly in front of the knife. And their flesh was severed along its length likewise, the blade slicing her lustful nipples in half with copious amount of blood spraying out of her chest. Vena's blood was indeed starting to pool on the cold slab of the altar and it seemed to be eager to drip down towards the stone steps that surrounded it.