The banging of the gong reverberated through the air. The huge door in the inner shrine began to slowly open as a figure dressed in fiery scarlet stepped gracefully upon the altar. The crowd uproars as the figure steps into the sunlight. A beautiful woman with silky black hair and deep crimson eyes stood above and waved gently to the massive crowd before her. She wore a scarlet red kimono embroidered with cherry blossoms and a flame-patterned obi.
 
 
“Sakuya-sama! Sakuya-sama!” Many in the crowd chanted her name over and over. Rachael and Haruka were absolutely mesmerized by the priestess, but what caught Shiro’s attention was not the priestess’ beauty, but the battered katana sheathed at her hip. As she waved, her right hand rested on the sword’s hilt. Suddenly, Sakuya’s eyes drifted from the distance to meet Shiro’s gaze directly, giving him an oddly warm sensation. She then gave him a quick smirk before turning back to the crowd. “Shiro?” Rachael taps at his shoulder noticing his confused expression. He reassures her with a smile before the crowd begins to settle down. Something was happening.
 
 
Sakuya sat gracefully a top the altar, her sword laying close to her. The sun now at its peak in the sky, the sacrificial ceremony was now underway. A woman with dark green hair in a dark turquoise kimono approached the altar while tugging along a rope tied to something. As the figure emerged from the shadows, it looked like a young boy and an older woman with their hands bound to the rope. They walked with full composure with no hesitation or intent to resist, their eyes closed and palms together, as if they were praying. They sat before the priestess and bowed to her as the shrine maiden untied them.
 
 
Sakuya raises her hand and points to the woman, who was then grabbed and held in the air by two masked shrine maidens dressed in pure white. They carried the woman and brought her before the priestess and lifted the woman up to hand upside down above her head. Sakuya tilted her head back opened her mouth wide and awaited the first sacrifice.
 
 
The masked maidens slowly lowered the woman into the priestess’ gaping mouth as it stretched wide to accompany the woman’s head. The priestess was completely relaxed allowing her servants do all of the work. It was a sight to behold. Now getting the shoulders past her lips, the priestess still shows no sign of struggle or effort. She was clearly well experienced when it came to swallowing prey. Her throat was bulged and distorted as the woman’s torso passed through it. Her midsection steadily bulged and bloated outwards, stretching her kimono along with it. With only the woman’s legs sticking out of Sakuya’s mouth, the masked maidens grabbed the sacrifice’s feet and pushed down on her soles. The priestess’ belly continued to expand outwards as the woman curled up inside her stomach. The kimono she was being harshly stretched but showed no sign of unraveling or tearing. The woman’s feet was all that was left. Sakuya used her own hand to push them deep into throat and takes her first and final swallow. She sat with her legs spread letting her belly rest between them and calmly rested her hands on top of her bloated midsection. She turns back to the boy and patiently awaited her second sacrifice.