The cultists hummed softly, stomping their feet in a rhythmic pattern. All of them surrounded a young woman who was chained to a stone alter. She was beautiful, pale and most importantly. Untouched. The high priest held a dagger to a goats throat before ripping it across.

John stood. Then, almost out of nowhere a large being appeared. It was long… a slender, furry black body with hind legs of a deer… skinny black arms… and no face. Only a mask with antlers sprouting from it. In the instant it appeared it was gone again, delving into the woman with grace…

Everything was silent. Had nobody else seen what he had?