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The three vykalikas shimmied in front of the throne and bowed low, their foreheads touching the ground. The smell of death about them almost made filigree gag. She had to breathe steadily to stop herself from doing so.

“Arise, Collette.” Maddox comanded

One of them slowly stood, shimmying her hips again, working her way closer to her master. Moving her belly and arms in almost hypnotizing gyrations, her round breasts dancing and shaking with her. Maddox allowed her to climb into his lap and obediently lick his cheek like a dog. Collette pressed her full chest into Filigrees face, filling her lungs with the foul sour earth smell of her rotten body. This time she did gag if only slightly and quietly.

“Don’t forget about my pet, Collette.” Maddox reminded.

The husk licked her cheek too, slowly, as if she were savoring her flavor. Savoring the flavor of the living human body she inhabited and maybe of the angel inside. She drew her cold tongue across her face from under her the left side of her lip to the tender flesh under her left eye. It felt like a piece of leather and was abnormally long. Like something long dead it stank.

Filigree still shuddered as Collette danced away with her two sisters shaking her hips with her arms high above her head and showing Maddox what he had in store for the evening. Filigree almost vomited right there.

The insane dancing went on for hours. The room began to heat with the massive amount of people and the air grew heavy with their perspiration. The smell of regular human sweat was mingling with the rotting flesh and wildflowers. After a few hours of watching the village crowd, she finally spied Rielly standing by one of the doors. He was watching her through masked eyes. He probably had been from the beginning. He was good friend to have under her circumstances. He offered her protection when she needed it most and even on the lap of big brother she knew he was watching. Even while she could sense the growing hostility of the cult the fact that he was watching made her calmer.

The voice of the crowd was becoming boomingly loud and the randomized shrieks and laughter was developing into a chant, an ears shattering repetition of the word ‘Hoss Devah.”

Filigree started and was suddenly terribly afriad. Every time the voices rang out in their ‘hoss devah’ it seemed she jumped inwardly ever so slightly. Maddox slipped out of his throne and put her in the huge seat alone. She tried not to touch it with any of her exposed skin. After a few seconds she couldn’t take it anymore and just stood up in front of the thing.

They were chanting the house of the devil, and they meant Maddox. It was time for the entertaiment. She saw a goat being led in wearing a collar on a gold chain. The goat was black and behind him came a cage that contained 3 black cats. The next procession was a huge golden cage filled with ravens. There had to be at least 50 of the shiny black birds. Behind then came an older woman dressed in a long black robe and holding a crooked dagger up over her head in both hands. She pointed it down towards her own heart. Gold chains hung from her wrists and she wailed and moaned like a dying woman as she walked forward.

Filigree stood and watched all this in horror. The sounds were deafening and the air was growing more humid by the minute. Her cheeks were flushing as the whole ballroom seemed to heat like a huge oven. She couldn’t help but think about running away from the sight and smell of the place but her legs probably wouldn’t have worked correctly for her if she had tried.

The cultists were becoming even more frenzied and throwing their arms around in extreme movements, one man doing a backbend and trembling all over had his neck bent so far backwards it looked broken. His arms were flopping lifelessly behind him.

The woman with the dagger was the loudest, ringing over all the others in her constant wail. It seemed there were some words drawn out into her moans, but it was in a strange language that Filigree couldn’t understand. She swung the dagger down on the goat’s neck and filigree stuffed her fingers in her mouth to keep from outright screaming.

When she was done with the various animals she threw her robe open and knelt before Maddox. She turned the knife towards herself and raised it high over her head, pointed down at her belly.

Filigree couldn’t blink even though she wanted more than anything to close her eyes. The horrors that were taking place before her were something she could never even imagine in her darkest nightmares. The room only smelled of blood now.

At the moment when the woman was just about to bring the dagger down into her gut a hand clapped over filigrees eyes and she pulled her a warm cradle that carried her deftly away. She felt herself bouncing and dropping down little by little and thought she might be going down stairs. She started trying to forget the images of the slaughter and to relax. She was not terrified any