“Do I have to be the one to carve my heart out?” Eithan looked to you with saddened, doleful eyes. He couldn’t fathom why he was ever chosen for the sacrifice. It was quite obvious to you though.

You’re a cult leader, one that worships a barbarian demon god. You’ve persuaded many weakened minds to join your cult and in result found huge success.

You chose him to be the sacrifice due to the fact his right arm is severed and no longer useful. ‘Putting him out of his misery’ as you call it.