what is lynching if not human sacrifice
“western civilization” is propaganda
WELCOME TO THE DEVILS MAGIC, I AM A LIFELONG MEMBER OF THE ANTICHRIST, A POWERFUL ORGANIZATION THAT SPECIALIZES IN SATANIC RITUALS THAT INCLUDE HUMAN SACRIFICE. THE MAGIC WE RECIEVE FROM SATAN IN EXCHANGE FOR PURE HUMAN SOULS IS CONSIDERED THE WORLDS MOST POWERFUL AND HAS BEEN USED BY THE BLACK WITCHES OF EUROPE FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS.
content warning: cults, human sacrifice, major character death, knifes, blood, chain and rope restraints, gagging, violent whumper, captivity
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Buck had been in the cellar for days now, underneath the house in the woods. He had a cuff around one wrist, chaining him to the wall, not long enough to reach the stairs leading to the outside. Fletcher - one of the people who had captured him when he was hiking nearby - came down twice a day to feed him.
The food was good, at least.
It almost struck Buck as odd. They had stitched up his leg without anesthetic and chained him up in a cellar, but the meals seemed… home cooked. Even if they only came twice a day.
Buck always tried to stretch enough to reach the patch of sunlight from when the hatch doors to the cellar opened. He tried to peer out, to see the sky and the trees, how their leaves were changing colors. This time was no exception when Fletcher headed down into the depths.
“Please,” Buck said hoarsely. He had run out of water. “Why are you keeping me here?”
“We need you for something,” Fletcher said, setting his meal down in front of him.
Chapel in Sunrise Park, West Suffield CT
What do you mean???
we toned it down!!! We used to do human sacrifices!!!
THE HATE PROJECT-HUMAN SACRIFICE
Thank you everyone who came to the cults yearly get together. See you all at the human sacrifice next Saturday
Chapter Four: The Light of Day
In which the angriest woman in Scandinavia discovers revenge is really is a dish best served cold.
18+ only! Altar sex
As the singing, dancing blonde lunatics brought her stretcher into the cavern, Adriana desperately tried to stir herself to move. To fucking do something to at least … at least not make it easier for these assholes to bury her alive. But the blood from straining against her bonds had smeared on her skin to a dull rust, the stickiness between her thighs, the ache in her legs made her doubt she could have run, even if she could make a break for it. So she lay shivering, gritting her teeth. ‘I swear,’ she thought bitterly, ‘I swear I will come back and fuck your shit up, your whole douchebag village of the damned!’
When they gently lifted her on to the ice platform, she bit back a groan when her bare skin met the ice. That fucking Britt was carefully arranging the Blue King’s cloak around her and smiled down at her hate-filled expression tenderly. She leaned down to whisper - as if to a daughter - “You are blessed.” When the Norwegian reared back with a yelp, scrubbing at her face, Adriana grinned. Spitting right in the woman’s eye was at least something she could still achieve with some accuracy. Even with all her fury, her body’s uncontrollable shaking let some of the terror creep back in. This was it? King whatever the fuck he was just fucks her half to death and then… well, she guessed this was the other half to death part. Looking up, she could see the blurry shapes of the stars through the milky ice, and then that crone - the priestess bitch? She leaned over Adriana with a toothless grin, doing some sort of wavy thing with her hands and chanting a prayer.
“Farewell, lille gudinnen. You are very brave. You will need to be to survive him.” And with that odd farewell, the priestess signaled for the ice cover to be placed over Adriana. The procession of jubilant villagers left, and the cavern went dark.
Gritting her teeth, Adriana held back her terror as long as she could, shuddering in the unimaginable polar environment of the chamber. After a moment, she heard a groan, like a dog, perhaps in terrible pain. A series of whimpers, then another long, drawn-out moan. She finally realized it was coming from her. Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes and blurred the stars and the cavern’s roof. She waited for the numbness to set in, make it not so unbearable. But it seemed her body couldn’t quite allow itself to simply fucking freeze to death. A vivid image of Kristina came to mind, knitted cap on that little bald head, smiling from her hospital bed. ‘Did mom make the flame roar up from her ashes?’ She chuckled despite herself. 'Mom would totally do that,’ she thought with satisfaction. Adriana had never given much thought to an afterlife even after Kristina passed away. She couldn’t let herself think of it - heaven or hell - none of it made any fucking sense. Then the thought began to fester, that she would just… be here. Awake. Aware. For eternity, suffering the agony she was enduring now.
If you’re immortal, how can your death be a sacrifice?