struggling to hold back screams. The blood began to flow down the grooves into the golden cups placed at the corners of the altar. But the sorcerer did not pay attention to the cries of the victim, continuing to draw marks on her body with a dagger until he had finished reading the spell.

“Goodbye, little one,” she thought, in a small voice, regret slipped. - And thanks.

He retreated somewhere into the shadow of the wall, muttering some kind of spell. And Dlylana unexpectedly noticed that the silent figures in black crowded around her, and various objects of a very sinister look appeared in their hands. Weakened by burning pain in cuts and blood loss, she felt fear begin to pound in her temples. The power of magic swirled inside her, trying to break free, but she could not use Divlyana.

“What ... what are you going to do?” - she squeezed out of herself, her fingers involuntarily clenched into fists, and a lump came up to her throat.

One of the silent observers raised his hand with a tool like a whip with a lot of leather straps, at the end of which were small sharp hooks.

“Your pain, witch, is a passionless, cold voice.” “Scream louder for the Master to hear.”

- Nooo !! - She jerked, unsuccessfully trying to prevent the inevitable, the whip rose, and an unknown torturer with a delay hit the girl across the abdomen.

The blood splashed to the sides, the pain spread with liquid fire over the body, another scream broke out from the throat of Divlyana, and she bit her lip strongly - a red trickle of glass on the chin. One by one, the adepts lowered their terrible tools on the girl's body, with a sling, tearing the delicate skin. Oh, gods, was it really just a few minutes ago, on this very same stone it trembled with pleasure, thinking that all the worst is over ?! The whip walked across the girl's chest, pulling out another agonizing moan-rattle, the hooks at the ends plucked out pieces of flesh. Blood flooded the altar, its cloying, thick smell caused Dallna's attacks in Dullyana, but strangely - for some reason, the consciousness was not in a hurry to go into merciful darkness, forcing again and again to plunge into the muddy pool of pain that seemed to fill every cell as recently as enjoyment There is not a single piece of skin on the body. Scraps of flesh, torn with hooks, flew away with each stroke. The blood-spattered adepts, as if in a trance, continued to torture the body of the victim. The witch tried to use the gift, at least in part, to somehow reduce the suffering, but failed. It is impossible to treat yourself, Divlyana knew this very well. And all that remained was to shout, shout from his throat, tearing at his lips that were bitten to blood, and thirst for death, because peace would come after her.

Michael, standing near the wall, slightly closing his eyes, waited. I waited for the demon to give him power. The power of the young witch was poured around the air. Strength, pure strength, fresh, bright, fragrant, like a spring forest, fell upon it in a delightful rain. The first blood, the first pleasure, the first suffering - oh yeah, she completely belonged to him, this fragile, tender, so pliable girl, and now he absorbed her strength with every cell, remembering, savoring, reveling. It is a pity that it will not continue. No one survived by falling into the hands of his people. And this pure innocent sacrifice became another step towards the attainment of such desirable power. The top step.

For each stage, he picked up the victim himself. Like this little witch who contrived to preserve her virginity until she was eighteen. She fought on the altar, under the skillful hands of his henchmen, wheezing from pain, slowly dying, giving his strength to him without a trace, and Michael barely refrained from taking a step towards the altar and dipping his finger in the blood running down the stone, splashing on the floor and do not taste it. It is impossible, it is impossible. The blood of this girl is fully intended to his Master.Dilyana is still alive, and still rains a delightful rain with the taste of the first snowdrops, with the smell of wild berries and flowers. The sorcerer's lips twitched slightly in a smile, he quietly whispered:

- My Divlyana ... sweet witch.

When she fell silent, no longer reacting to anything, Michael slowly retreated from the wall, approached the altar, on which lay a bloody mess, the fact that a few hours ago she was a young, full of strength girl. But she was breathing, she was still breathing! The man leaned over and, unable to restrain himself, pressed himself against his bloody, bitten lips, finally tasted the blood of that which had given him so many exciting minutes.

“My sweet girl,” whispered Michael, grinning, “my trustful witch.”

On his outstretched hand, he began to sway over the body, with a warming life, an amulet. Reading the spell that dragged the witch’s magic into the amulet, the sorcerer waited for the demon to appear. But around there was silence, broken only by the whisper of the adepts and the sound of drops of blood falling into the cups. All the power gathered in the amulet, painting it sky blue. With the last drop of magic, life was lost from Divlyana. "And the demon never appeared ..." thought the sorcerer. - What have I done wrong? Has this sacrifice been in vain ... ”

***

The bloody, lifeless body of the girl is left to lie on the altar, when the sorcerer and the adepts left the hall. The blood still dripped into wide bowls set at the corners of the altar. And suddenly the darkness seemed to thicken, deepened, and a creature, only vaguely reminiscent of a human being, stepped into the hall. Huge, with reddish-brown skin, without a hint of any clothes, it thoughtfully dipped a finger in a wide bowl with blood and absently licked a finger. The blood of people was sweet for him, and the demon of death, and it was he who was well aware of her taste: right now, for example, in the language, light, spicy notes distinctly melted. The victim was a girl, quite young. But, unfortunately, not a virgin. She was deprived of virginity on this altar, and the demon closed his eyes blissfully. His body between his legs faltered, rising with frightening speed. Oh, the blood of a virgin, and even with a magical aftertaste - it's just nectar, very rare and therefore especially desirable. But in the absence of better, you can get by with what you have. These sorcerers - dropouts forever spoiled everything! And now, they collected almost all the fresh magic in the amulet. Dipping his finger back into the blood of Divlyana, he drew a circle in the air in front of him. Red droplets hung, not falling. A contented grin flashed on the demon's full, sensual lips, revealing long curved fangs. He licked the blood from his finger again, never taking his eyes off the girl’s body. His protruding penis quivered.

“Well, man, since you're so tasty, I won't let you die so quickly,” he muttered. - Mage must be punished.

In the black ones, like the Darkness itself, eyes without a pupil, lights flashed, like stars in the night sky. The clawed finger crept over the girl’s body, and terrible wounds healed in her eyes, the blood disappeared. All traces of a terrible ritual seemed to evaporate in the darkness that thickened around the altar. And the demon's eyes filled with red, taking away the color of the blood crucified on the altar of the girl. When the demon completed his ritual, there was no blood on the altar, the bowls were empty, the girl's body gleamed white. And letters appeared in a circle of blood frozen in the air. The demon licked his lips, sticking his long tongue out, snapped his fingers, bringing the girl back to life, and disappeared, retreating into the darkness.

***

Divlyana jerked out of the embrace of the dark. For some time she lay motionless, not understanding who she was and where she was. But after a couple of moments, the terrible pictures of her torment flowed out from the depths of her memory.

- Oh, blessed gods! Am I still alive? The girl whispered wearily. Raising her head, she looked at her body in amazement without a scratch. There was no pain either.

“What happened? Why am I still alive? And who healed me? ”- thought the girl. “What awaits me further?” The longer Divlyana thought, the more she plunged into a veil of fear and doubt.

***

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