[piosenniel]

Arien's post:

Dristi walked in to the dimly lit square room. The far right side was raised, with crimson and black fabrics strewn around the higher level. There was a step covered in candles and then the floor which was painted blood red. The ceiling was high, and it was so dark it seemed as though it extended on into eternity. The walls were pitch black but had various weapons across them. Her figure slowly walked to the higher level, the smell and the smoke of incense whirled around her shrouded form. Dristi took her place on her cushions and then clicked her fingers.

“You may enter,” she said slyly. Five frightened priests entered the room, all in traditional dress. “You know why you are here do you not?” she did not wait for an answer although a few of them nodded, “ You are here to fight, each other. One of you will survive,” she smiled, “.. just one. You are being punished, rather than being sacrificed you will die failing. But I think it is quite fun. Welcome to the Sanctuary of Death, one but all of you will die on the Floor of Bloodshed and they will be forgiven for their crime.”

She looked at each of the priests, they looked absolutely distressed with the thought of killing their associates. “It is the only way you will learn!” she shouted at them, her voice echoed through the sanctuary. Then all was still.

“This is stupid…” whispered one of the priests.

Dristi had heard, her head lolled to the side and she gracefully got up. Slowly she walked down to the floor and up to the priest who had said it.

“Ohh, we have a smart one?” she said cynically looking the man in the eyes. Slowly she lifted her robe and took out one of her knives. She brushed it across the priests face then rocked it back and forth across his head, “Whished you hadn’t said it now, don’t you?” she put her hands on the mans shoulders and whispered into his ear. “I wont kill you, I like you. A lot.” the man smiled but he should have known better than to trust her, “I tell you what, I will kill the rest and then we can…” she wrapped her hands around him and then withdrew away and kissed him on the lips. She turned her back and the man was smiling intently, but the rest of the priests looked horrified. This man did not know what he had coming for him.

“Thank you,” he said trying to catch his breath which was now short and shallow from facing near death.

She turned round, the other priests stood awkwardly watching the spectacle. She came up close to him, kissed him once more. She clenched her knife in her fist, drove it deep into his heart. She released the knife from her grasp, he fell backwards and as he lay on the floor blood poured out from his mouth and the wound. “Opps, my hand slipped!” she said to the other shrugging her shoulder, “And he was so looking forward to it!” she took her soaked dagger from the now dead man and went back to her level, she cleaned it, then Dristi stared at the slaves “Take it away! You get to survive, count yourselves lucky!”

They left and she was alone by herself. She smiled and closed her eyes. For a while she stayed and prayed to the Eye.

"Oh Dark Lord, give me the strength to kill for you, to hate for you, to punish for you, to meet all of your deeds without faliure. My heart, my soul is always eternally yours...forever"