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RE the ritual sacrifice nightmaregoddessrelix Deep within the void of Space between Space, beyond all comprehensible reality a battle raged. Two great powers clashed at each other. One was a being of light, a celestial entity of life and bounty, who's nature is to gift and bless. The other a being of Naught, who's very essence was the end of all things. Amongst stars that were not stars, these powers clashed, the one of light waning under the onslaught of the darker. They fought amongst celestial debris, old planets long dead now barely cosmic rubble in the void. The two powers dwindled and landed on a small chunk of moon. They took on humanoid forms as their power subsided. The darker appeared to be a striking woman who's clothing twisted and moved as though it had it's own mind and was made of smoke, deep within the smokey garments flickers of intense violet light emerged. This one spoke with a voice that echoed with power. How long shall we continue this Sha'ik'arah? You have very little power left, as amusing as this has been..and I do mean that..this fight has been over for some time. She extended her arm and a sudden burst of force from her slammed into the light being, who appeared as a voluptuous woman made of prismatic crystal, intense multicolored light shone from her form. But now she was helpless and was drug towards the other as though some invisible hand pulled her. You fought bravely for such a peaceful being, but now it ends, and your world...is mine! The darker clenched her fist and the prismatic being exploded with the force of a thousand dying suns. In a moment the darker one was a great distance away, so that she could enjoy the requiem of a god. Oh it made her skin burn with excitement, it made her yearn for mortal vice, she would have such fun with the Goddesses world. An echoing voice reached her, she turned and swept her hand across nothingness and where nothing was a window became. Through the window she saw men, men of the world she just made her own, they were praying...no sacrificing! Oh how fun! She had not been given a sacrifice in some time, such were old practices. And since this was her world now...she would answer the call. The Goddess Sidalya, Patron Deity of Naught, Mother of Life's End, and one of the oldest beings of all creation embraced the prayers and actions of these men, letting their belief drag her through to their world. And in an instant she became flesh, a burst of radient violet light, pierced by lashing tendrils of pure blackness heralded her coming. And over the altar she descended to the ground. Her form reduced to keep from distorting reality, she now appeared an inhumanly beautiful woman with pitch black silken clothing. Now only the base of her dress and the darkness seeping from her back twisted and moved by it's own accord. She looked upon the frail men before her, but meager humans, barely aware of what they were doing. She smiled and leaned over the sacrifice, taking in the sent of blood and flesh. Sha'ik'arah is no more. I Sidalya shall answer your prayers, and I accept this offering as a tithe to hear your pleas. Her hand moved over the female's body and it seemed to dissolve into shadows before being drawn into Sidalya's form. I will now hear your praise and your desires mortal men. Speak plainly and speak true, for my time is mine alone to waste. Even as she said it she penetrated the robes and hoods of these men, all were well formed, strong of body and properly endowed. They would all make excellent tithes as well.