DRIP DRIP DRIP DRIP The last four drops fell into the chalice it was still not full, maybe the girl was still too young , was she anemic? why had her blood not filled the chalice?

was one sacrifice not enough, did He need more should I wait for her parents to come No! that was too dangerous I need to get out of here.

I grabbed the sacred blade, It was stuck deep in the child’s heart I tried to pull it out but it resisted IT was still hungry. I waited as slowly the chunks of the girls body were starting to go missing the blade was too slow in consuming the flesh if I was any late someone might come, I picked up the still unfinished manuscripts I hoped to write an end for one of my books but the child didn’t have enough blood .

it was best to write between the first drop of blood enters the chalice to just before the knife finishes, but this time I didn’t have enough time her parents would return any second, the corpse of the child was now badly mutilated only its torso was left hanging from the chains I had set up, I tried again to pull the blade out this time it came out smoothly. the blood left on the blade was slowly being absorbed into the blade I slowly picked up the chalice making sure not to spill a drop of blood and put in in my bag with the knife and the manuscripts.

I prayed for safe passage from the lord HE would protect me from any harm , I was ashamed that I had to present him with a half filled Chalice, I was tempted to hut someone else but I must not pollute the pure blood, for now the half filled chalice must suffice.

I had stayed here for too long the people were starting to catch on I must leave soon, the thought of leaving this place brought a feeling of pain in my heart, the blood here was purer that other places, I had to hunt less here I could quickly fill the chalice.

The lord must rise again quickly then only can he protect us from what comes after the ministers were restless the feared the end was drawing closer and lord was still not recovered that’s why they has sent all the disciples out.

I sat on a par bench enjoying the summer breeze as I looked at the pages I had just written The words they were neatly written on the paper they told a story about a man fighting a war against his future self it was the most intricate and beautiful story ever written it was so closed to the end after one more offering I would complete my book I looked at my watch in Five minutes The lord would demand today’s sacrifice. I closed my eyes waiting for the serene voice of the minister to start the sermons, Time passed I looked at my watch again was my watch incorrect? why had the sermon not started? a silent feeling of panic began to creep up on me as I waited to for me to hear the divine words of our lord.

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The sermon never began I started having full blown panic attack why had the sermon not started I looked inside my bag ,to touch the chalice to feel the lords holy presence, IT was missing!! the chalice was missing!! . I couldn’t control my body as it started shaking I was sweating profusely where had the chalice gone I searched my surroundings to find the ceramic chalice, IT was nowhere to be found.

My lord had forsaken me way had he left me I did everything he asked I was perfect, I couldn’t breath I started to hyperventilating the air wouldn’t enter my lungs, MY EYES they couldn’t see any thing I could only see a vague dark shape forming around me, i fell to the ground trying to find my way up.

Everything stopped, I was again sitting on the bench with the manuscript in my hands

a man was standing in front of me he smiled at me he said “DO you want to meet your lord.”

“Yes Yes!!! I want to meet the lord can you take me to him” A feeling of happiness came over me I would meet the lord I Couldn’t believe it . the mans smile widened “sure give me your story” he held out his hand

Yes my story I reached for the manuscript papers beside me I stacked them together and held it out towards him . the man looked at the manuscripts “Not this story I want YOUR story.”

what did he mean,It didn’t matter I wanted to meet My Lord “just take what you want”

The mans smiled wider it looked uncanny,strange even painful but it didn’t matter I would get to meet THE lord he reached out his had phased right through me.

The man stood holding a withered corps a women’s voice sounded from somewhere “you know you don’t have to be so mean and lie to them”

the man looked somewhere in the distance and said “I am a trickster at heart ,lying is what I do and plus his story was pretty good, it is rare to find such stories ”.

the women sounded tired “stop collecting stories when we have a job to so”

“You people don’t let me out enough to let me collect stories”

“The older one are rising again we need to be serious you cant go out collecting stories when people are at risk”

the man laughed “We killed them ones,we can kill them again you should not worry so much”

the women sounded annoyed “come back before Its too late the area had nightfall around it”The man looked straight up and said ‘Yes”.