Aenora

Fire burnt everywhere as Indiva sat cross-legged in front of a huge pyre. Slowly, she added a few herbs to the roaring fire in front of her and continued to chant under her breath. The herbs sizzled loudly as they burnt and with the fire reflecting in her eyes, Indiva added sage to the fire and then oil.

Finally, a figure seemed to emerge from the fire and Indiva grinned. Throwing in more herbs she continued to chant louder and louder until a woman made of fire stood in the large pit. With vacant eyes, the fire woman stared at the Goddess and spoke the words," Why have you summoned me, mistress?"

Indiva threw back her head in laughter. "Yes, siren. I have summoned you. I am your mistress. Here, take my blood."

Slicing her wrist, Indiva let a few drops of her blood fall into the pyre and soon the fire siren soon started to take the looks of a human. Laughing wildly, Indiva then offered a dead woman lying on the side and pointed to her, and that is your human sacrifice.

The siren turne