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Smoke from the candles rose, to the thatched roof above

Underneath it robed figures waited

They drew the rites in black sand on the ground

And breathed deep of the Old Gods sacred herb

In came the sacrifice

A female child dressed all in white

Bearing the symbol of our unholy lord

They lay her on the table

Using a stone knife they cut into her

Addled by the drugs the child makes not a sound

Gently she drifts away

But what the cultists find, they did not wish to find

Entity of smoke and blood.