The sun was setting as Roland was escorted by two guards, his chains weighed heavily and the gag was uncomfortable yet he followed them without complain as he was led into the heart of the mountain, with winter setting in, his tribe had the difficult decision of choosing a sacrifice, as their goddess demanded yearly so she could bless their lands and protect the tribe for yet another year, generations have practiced this over the last 800 years, a sacred rite, proved by the ancient murals on his hometown, that depicted her as salvation, so when Roland was chosen, he just lowered his head and accepted it, even if he resisted, he would be hunted by his own tribe and shunned by everyone, better die with honor, as those who willingly complied when chosen were seen as heroes, and their families cherished and rewarded.
As he followed into the mountain, only his and the guards footsteps echoed in the dark, his breath hitched when they stopped in front of two ornate doors, it was said they were built almost 500 years ago, yet they looked new, as if time didn’t affect them, the sanctuary of the goddess laid behind, his breath hitched when the doors creaked and opened revealing a dimly lit chamber with many statues, all in dogeza position, it looked like an old library, but the shelves were empty, full of dust and cobwebs, as if they were never used, and in the center there was some sort of platform, at first it looked like stone, but upon closed inspection it looked to be something completely different, just when Roland thought about the best way to get a closer look on the platform, a deep feminine voice rebounded off the walls, it came from everywhere around them

- “Thank you for bringing my treat, you may leave, oh and take off his chains, they don’t go down well”

She addressed the guards, who unlocked the chains immediately and vacated the place as fast as they could, the ornate doors closing as his last view of sunlight was cut forever. Roland was nervous, he knew what would happen to him, but not how, the ritual was a secret among his tribe that not even the elders knew, in fact, nobody knew how their goddess even looked like, so when a white bunny in clad black leather stepped out from the shadows, he was surprised, with his free hands he attempted to reach for his gag, when suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he was tackled to the ground, as he looked up, he was met with an open maw, wide, more than he could ever think possible, pearly white teeth highlighted by her buckteeth, a long tongue and the black abyss of her throat, which widened to take him in as she gulped him down, maybe he could free himself, without his chains it should've been possible, yet his legs and arms felt numb, so he resigned, limp as a ragdoll as he was swallowed whole.

A few moments later he spilled into a tight hot chamber, he tried to move but his hands were pressed against him, it was so painfully cramped, and any attempt to fight was absorbed by the fleshy walls around him that he couldn’t do anything but whimper through the gag, the environment was oppressive, he could feel some liquid pooling at his feet, he thought the sacrifice had some sort of ritual or sacred procession before their goddess took them, but it seemed it wasn’t like that, he felt his world tilt as she laid back on the platform.

- “Once again, another one to my collection… hehehehehe, we are going to have so much fun”

Roland tried as he might to get out, even as his fur was matted down by whatever liquids were down there with him, finally giving in and trying to relax, to close his eyes and hopefully…spare himself of the painful end he knew was coming, his life flashing before his eyes while his mind chanted the same phrase over and over again “it’s for the tribe, it’s for the tribe” …the gurgling sounds around he diminished, his vision blurred as his eyes closed…

- “You know they call me goddess? Hahahahaha how stupid!” Her voice loud and boisterous as she cackled.

Now that woke him up, his eyes stunned as he forced himself to focus on her voice over the cacophony of gurgles that seemed to be louder with each second.

- “They think I’m some sort of goddess, I can tell you thought the same my delicious morsel, I bet you thought this sacrifice meant something to you and your people” she leaned in so she could whisper to her bloated belly.

- “I’ll let you know a little secret…I’m no goddess”
she leaned back just in time to avoid being hit by a kick as her prey fought against his prison, gone his calm expression, replaced with pure rage, her belly contorting outwards as his occupant tried his best to break free, yet she seemed unfazed. After a while the struggles subsided

- “Is that all? Tired already? Come on I know you can do better sweetie, how about I tell you a story?” She gave her belly a soft pat before starting

– “A long time ago a lesser demon was sent to a mission, to become stronger, to gain status and reach a position of power in hell, claiming souls was the best way to get there, but this demoness, she was fed up of it, too much trouble for so little gains, so she went and settled inside a hollowed mountain, she found a backwards tribe that was far too ignorant for their own good, did some magic tricks and... they thought she was some sort of god!... sounds familiar? and here's the best part...they sent me sacrifices as payment, free souls, since then I’ve reached the high ranks of hell, doing absolutely nothing, all thanks to you and your people” she teased in a singsong voice

-“hahahaha! Can you believe it? They thought I hollowed out this mountain, they also thought I blessed their fields, if they weren’t so ignorant, they would realize that most of the plains in this continent are extremely fertile…. It’s so funny! hahahahahaha! All I did was sit here and read, and laze all day doing absolutely nothing…while your inept elders blamed every little good thing that happened on me” her tone becoming sultry at the end of her sentence, marking the end of her “story”,

Roland couldn't see her but he was sure she had a grin from ear to ear, and that... that made him squirm around, his eyes full of rage, screaming curses through the gag, hot tears sliding down his cheeks…he hated her, he hated his tribe for falling into the tricks of such a monster, and he hated himself for being deceived so easily, but alas his efforts didn’t achieve anything but tire him even more…

- “Aw is my little pet tired?... Don’t worry, get some rest, we’ll have aaaalll the time to know each other, after all, with me being a demon… you don’t think death is the end, do you? Tchtchtch… boy…your soul is mine…just like the souls of all the sacrifices before you, I wish you could see them, all around me, they hate me soooo much… I can hear their thoughts…they wish I died, yet they are at my whims, just like you will be.

His eyes were closing once again, his strength sapped by the heat, this was his prison, his execution chamber, and his grave, he didn’t want it, it wasn’t supposed to be like this…black spots appeared on his vision while he clung to consciousness.

-“By the way, my name is Remiel…you better remember it well…after all…what pet doesn’t know the name of his master?” those were the last words he heard before his mind shut down…



Been in the mood to draw some demons lately, now I'm not a writer, my writings aren't going to be top notch as I have little to none previous experience on that, I'm a digital artist, my stories, or wording, may not be appealing for some, thats ok, but still, I'm not one to leave characters I like as anonymous simple images, so I usually give them a short story or lore, with possibility of using them again in the future for other works...cause I cherish (most of) my characters... thats all I have to say, until next time.

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