Until death do us part

She is beautiful, but nobody sees her.

Well, they wouldn’t now, the young man muses with a slight regret. Not after this. And definitely not like this.

The sacrifice looks up at the young sorcerer, trembling with pain and fear and hatred, and yet he has not allowed her to die. Perhaps later, in a few moments.

As he bends down to pluck the organ out of its confines, the magic wielder absently wonders how long the frantic throbbing would last once he has it in his hand.

Beneath the first moon, this ritual requires the full participation of all involved. If that meant a bit of magic to keep the sacrifice alive through it all, well, that is a small…sacrifice he can easily dole out for the sake of greater power.

As he raises his offering to the heavens above, the soft silvery moonlight slowly adopts a verdant scarlet hue and the sorcerer smiles at the frantic sacrifice.

She is truly a vision to behold, pale with death and painted red.

Loosening his supernatural hold over her, the sorcerer lets her go into death’s gentle embrace and looks down upon her bloody vessel adoringly.

She is beautiful, more so in death than in life, but nobody will ever see her again.