The new priest is, to put it as bluntly as I can, fucking annoying. Yes, he's only as old as I am, but it seems like he hasn't learned any humility, decency, or even common sense. Even slummers learn that by now. I repeatedly must tell him that I don't like to be touched, yet he insists on it anyways. And now, he won't leave me alone when I am trying to study.
I brush some dust off of my monk's robes and turn to stare at him. At the least, he's like many others who can't look me in the e
Poetic Justice
By: Mirukani
Favorited: 7 years ago
The girl is brought to me, bound and naked. A few of the priests say their prayers, which all boils down to one thing: They're offering me this girl as a human sacrifice so that I don't turn on them. It all seems like it should be something that the Aztecs did, but I'm surrounded by concrete walls and the more cruel-minded among my audience can be heard snapping pictures with digital cameras. I'm not particularly fond of people watching, so I pull the girl close and wrap her in my coils.
Sacrifices
By: Mirukani
Favorited: 7 years ago
