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𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋 | ǝɓÉčn ʞÉčɐp ǝɄʇ ([personal profile] unspooling) wrote in [community profile] blueprints_bloodstains 2024-08-16 10:46 am (UTC)

With that palm presented and fixed in place, held down by the cultist honoured enough to be given an assisting role here, he brings the blade to bear. The tip is razor sharp, sinks shallowly into Gortash's flesh as though it were butter. Perhaps the man cannot tell how incredibly talented the Dark Urge is with a blade, to have it only penetrate layers he needs without causing damage to the tendons beneath.

It doesn't matter whether he hears the cries of pain or nothing at all, the line he slices from one side of the man's palm to the other immediately starts filling with blood, a pool of ruby catching candle light. The blade is passed off to the cultist, his own palm outstretched for the same treatment. The moment it slices through his flesh, his grip on Gortash tightens again, the violence of it all inspirational.

Pain.

He speaks in tongues as brings his now bloody hand against the other man's, a low hum of praise for the Dread Lord Bhaal, an offering of this union to worship him. And then his unholy blood mixes with the blood of the human, one that he claims as his under the approving eyes of the massive skull effigy presiding over all of them.

"You are mine," he growls, lips barely a lick from the shell of Gortash's ear, the weight of him fully pinning the man to the stone of the altar.

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