*I notice as the villagers that worship me begin building a pire. again… my own writings say I do not wish for human sacrifice but they do not listen. Then they brought- they brought out- *My pure one?! how dare they. they had my pure one bound- gagged?! White hot anger boiled inside me at the sight. But my pure one… did not struggle, as if my pure one knew the villagers would have no mercy. That’s it. No more grace. They would answer to me now.