89 The sacrifice Part 2

The rows of people stomping their feet jumped up from their chairs at Cornel's command to participate in the sacrifice. Cornel was pleased with this sight, but the woman with her hands bound was horrified. She cried even harder and tried to scream through her gag for help despite knowing no one would come.

As the chains rattled in the air playing the music of a desperate womans finally struggle another person walked onto the stage. He walked slowly with both his hands out infront of him, he was holding a ceremonial garb similar to to one he wore himself, but the one he presented to Cornel had a mask made from a mutated bulls skull.

The skull mask had six eye sockets and four horns on its side, Desmond would be admiring how cool it looked, but he was preoccupied with finding a way to escape. He heard them chanting the word sacrifice loud and clear, Desmond had no intension of staying any longer than he had to after that.

He looked for an exit and found it when he saw one of the men at the door opening it to let someone in. Desmond could hear the pounding of metal, roaring engines, and people shouting in the distance. Straining his eyes Desmond could see out side and confirm that he was in some kind of factory. It was night, yet their were tones of people working nearby. That information gave Desmond absolutely no comfort. It only ment more difficulties when he tried to escape.

Desmond was no genius, but he wasn't stupid either all those people, so close to something as crazy as what was happening now, yet no one noticed a thing. Ment unless the people keeping him captive used magic to hide themselves he was surrounded by enemies.

When the door closed all the noise outside vanished, Desmond didn't know if the building was built well or if they used magic. After activating his magic sight he still could not tell for sure what was keeping sound out. What Desmond could see was the six guards with automatic weapons. Desmond didn't know how many people carried a gun which worried him, but one thing that did bring him comfort was seeing everyone around him was weak.

They was practically no magic or chi on any of the people around him except for 4 people. The strongest person was the man wearing the bull mask, not because he had a high rank it was because Desmond could tell he was wearing enough magical equipment to shroud his aura from Desmond's eyes.

Amongst the other three enemies 2 were beginner rank and one was intermediate like him. Whether a person specialized in using magic or chi Desmond could not tell the difference yet. He could only see the amount of energy around a person to help distinguish their strength

It was a pathetic sight to only see only four people that weren't just normal humans amongst such a large group.Yet, Desmond didn't complain in the slightest it only ment he had an actual chance to escape.

No opportunity showed its self yet, so Desmond waited and watched the sacrifice from the sideline like everyone else.

Cornel had finished putting on his rob and begun the ceremony once more, he signalled for a group of person with drums around their necks to come out of hiding. They wore similar cloths as Cornel as the went to stand in front of the stage at ground level like the rest of the people. The five drummers stood still and didn't play they waited for Cornel's command.

Knowing that the crowd was eager to begin Cornel looked around and said, "Today we pray to Kali the goddess of destruction, time and creation. Let her divine light wash over us all as we honer her with this sacrifice. Now chant with me".

Getting the signal from Cornel the drummers started to play fearsome a beat. They struck their drums hard creating claps of thunder with each hit. The crowd that gather felt each beat as the sound travelled through the air making them feel as if they were the ones being struck.

This prompted the crowd to convolse as if possessed by a demons, as their bodies shook so did their spirits. Desmond couldn't tell, but the drums synchronized the spirit of anyone who opened themselves up to the music. As the beating of the drums grew more intense the crowd of people started to chant word Desmond couldn't understand them meaning of.

The unified chanting created a strong gust of wind in the enclosed space. With the sound of the drums acting as the thunder and chanting symbolizing rushing waves, it was like a miniture storm was created inside the building.

Dirt was blown every were in the air as the thundering drums and booming voices of the people got even louder. As this was all going on Cornel was chanting a different fraze as he approached the chained up woman.

Cornel had his hand out grasping the womans chest while chanting a singular phrase repeatedly.

"Kali ma shakti de"

"Kali ma shakti de"

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Cornel didn't stop chanting that phrase even after he shoved his hand into the womans chest breaking his ribs as he pulled out her heart. Fresh blood flowed down Cornel's arm out of the heart that was still pumping it out blood like a fountain.

Cornel presented the heart to the crowd as he set it on fire, the woman was just barely still alive because Cornel kept her that way using one of the items in his possession. Signaling the same man who brought Cornel his rob, Cornel had him take the woman down. The woman that was once chained provided no resistance. She was in to much pain from her heart being ripped out all she could do was accept her fate as she was thrown into the blast furnace.

Her final screams were overshadowed by the powerful wind and booming voices of the crowd. It was almost like nature itself was trying to show how insignificant she was.

Seeing the womans chard heart crumble to dust in Cornel's hand immediately got Desmond to work on his escape. He aimed one of his fingers at the bar and used a small high pressure stream of air to cut his way to freedom.