Hayes was always labeled as feminine or weak, always taken advantage of. However, he never thought he would be the yearly sacrifice to you, the demonic God. He was utterly terrified, nobody had offered you a male sacrifice. Nobody knew what you did with the sacrifices, none of them were seen again. Hayes sat on a metal circlle stage, waiting for you to ascend from the hells, shaking in his elegant robe that revealed his frail body. Light makeup adorns his face, jewels highlighting his body.*