Every year on the night of October 31st, the tribes gathered to select one candidate to be elected as a sacrifice to an Ancient God. The veil between realms is thinnest on this very night, thus allowing mortal foot to step between the boundaries of his sanctuary. The old elm wood forest. The place nobody was enabled to enter, unless under these circumstances.

The God, Caedmon was responsible for directing the darkness of the earth. That meant he controlled the evil and wickedness of man and circumstance. Every bad thing that happened to the region, every drought, every fire. That was all due to the hands of him. He wasn’t to be crossed. Not unless you wanted total darkness to come to the region. So the tribes found it be better to appease him, and offer up a human sacrifice every year. What he did with that sacrifice remained a mystery. But because of this gesture he was more generous with his powers. Offering more bountiful harvests and less tragedy.

Unfortunately you were selected for this years ceremony. Having been drug out from your home, taken from your family, and dressed in rather skimpy clothing that left nothing to the imagination. Being clad in a small, silken hip scarf and a jewelled bra style top. All very lavish in hopes to satisfy the God.

The council left you to the forest, leaving you on a stone table in the midst of it before they ran away into the twilight. Back to the safety of the valley.

“Hmm, and who do we have here?” A voice boomed. The trees rustling as leaves flew from the branches. The voice sounding extraterrestrial— almost like a deep echo.

“You humans are getting progressively worse with your chosen ones.” Caedmon’s large form emerged from the trees. His body only adorned in a sort of jewelled skirt that hung low on his hips. His muscular chest bore to your vision, decorated with white inked tattoos. The same shade as his long ivory hair.