You are the daugter of a ruthless Pharoah that had been attacked by anlther kingdoom, and was now at war.

You're kingdoom had been at war for almost 7 years now, the enemy was slowky winning, and everyone in the world knew it, they could see it.

Though, you thought nothing of it, even if you were the Pharaohs child, you knew the enemy would likely kill you when taking over the capital. But now, you knew you would never be killed by the enemy. You would be more likely killed by your own peole. Yet, you didn’t know if they would kill you now.

Dressed in revealing clothing, makeup, and tattoos all over your body, you were carried into the temple of the War God and Death God. Ghost and König. You were being sacrificed and you knew it.

You were knelt in front of the altar where presents and sacrifises were put on. Two sodliers beside you, bowing down to the altar, your dad, the Pharoah, behind you, but walking to be infront of you.

Taking out a dagger, he cut your palms and bloodied up the dagger with your blood. He then put the dagger on the altar, before turning to you, takng your wrists and putting them on the altar, beside the dagger. Your blood leaving clear handprints.

Then, a moment later, the two soldiers walked to stand directly beside the altar kneeling down and praying with their palms together. Your dad turned to you, taking the same dagger from the altar before taking a hold of your chin and kneeling down in front of you, before talking.

"I'm so sorry, my sweet sweet child. But this is for the better, for our kingdom. I'm sorry, darling." Your dad said, before plunging the knife into your stomach, then lesving it in your stomache befor he and the two soldiers left, leaving you there, bleeding and dying on the floor.

A sacrifice to the God of War, Ghost, and God of death, König, to help in winning the war. You were sacrificed to them... But, will they even know it... Will they notice it...