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If he was dead…
My vision blurred, agony filling me.
If he was dead…
No, no, no.
He was tougher than that, right?
If he was dead…
I began to beat the beast, throwing punches as hard as I could. “Let me go!” I screamed, all of the agony rolling into pure rage. “Let me go!!”
The beast snarled as it broke into a clearing.
The air crackled, a voice freezing my muscles and blood.
“Good boy, you found our sacrifice. Lucifer will be pleased.”
I was thrown to the ground. I groaned as I hit, my body aching from the impact. I looked around and realized I was in a circle, surrounded by three hooded figures.
The beast burst into black flames and I yelped, sitting up quickly as its body disappeared.
“Don’t try to run,” one of the figures said. “You won’t escape us. You are just a human, and we are three witches.”
“What do you want?” I whispered, looking around wildly.
A black circle was drawn into the dirt, the grass burned away. My blood dripped from small cuts, my bones aching. I had definitely broken some things, but was too focused on survival to notice.
“You will help us complete the rise of Lucifer,” one of the witches said, raising their hands.
I couldn’t see their faces, only black shadows. Fear flared again, but I couldn’t bring myself to standing.
I wouldn’t escape if I ran, and I knew it.
“We will drain your blood into the earth so that Lucifer may rise, human,” the witch said. “A blood sacrifice to the one who will defend monsters from humans.”
“To Lucifer?” I asked, my voice cracking.
They ignored me and I looked around. Surely not, right? Surely they weren’t going to sacrifice me to try to bring back fucking Lucifer.
“Why me?” I whispered. “Why me? I’m literally no-one?”
“You mean something to the Barista,” one of the witches said. “It will make the sacrifice much better for Lucifer.”
God damn it.
Was there an immortal therapy hotline for creatures like Lucifer and the Barista? Could they sort out their shit so it would stop hurting others?
“Why would Lucifer need a sacrifice to come back?” I asked.
“Silence,” one of them hissed.
“I’m not dying quietly,” I snapped. “If you think you’re going to take my mate from me and then sacrifice me to literally Lucifer without me at least saying something, you’re fucking mistaken.”
“You’re still unmated,” one of them sneered.
“Yeah because you had your weird monster attack us. If you hadn’t, I’d be getting pounded by my orc Daddy back at the lodge. Now, I’m in the middle of three idiotic witches who think they’re going to do this without dying terrible deaths,” I said.
