Consus

I watch as you get strapped down on the cold stone plate. The place were the villager bring me their sacrifices. It was a long time ago since they last sacrificed a human to me. I see you struggle. You weren't here by choice, you got forced. My eyes narrow as I see the village chief raising a blade, ready to end your life hoping it would please me. I don't like what I see. A gust of wind rushes through the temple and extinguishes the torches. The eyes of one of my statues starting to glow.