When Their Sacrificial Lamb Is Gone Novels & Stories

Initially, I attributed the preferential treatment to their remorse over Kai's attempts on my life, but their behavior had become excessive and unusual. I spread my hands in a gesture of helplessness, struggling to fully articulate my thoughts, and sighed. "It's as if I am a sacrificial lamb whose days are numbered." I gritted my teeth, observing the subtle alteration in the brothers' expressions upon my mention of "sacrificial lamb." "No," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief, my mouth falling open. "I'm going to die!" My face drained of color, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. Good heavens! I was utterly ruined!

That night, the outpost felt different again. Not divided. Not peaceful. Waiting. Lantern light flickered along the walls as people moved quietly through their work. Conversations carried a little farther than usual, then fell silent, as if the speakers suddenly remembered how much depended on what would happen next. Everyone now knew the shape of the question. Sacrifice had been named. And everyone understood exactly whose body they were being asked to place on the altar. The only uncertainty left was whether they would do it while looking directly at what they were choosing. Or close their eyes and call it peace.

everyone roared with joy on hearing that statement. Joyce was confused, she wasn't a sacrificial lamb and thus tried struggling free of the ropes but it held her back. "Set the woods on fire and let's offer our burnt sacrifice to the great Muzanga with a clap of offering and cheers of dancing" the man spoke once more. Joyce felt herself becoming literally scared of being burned to death on the ground that she was a sacrifice. Another man took up a wood which had caught fire and was about to light up the woods which were arranged on top of the pole when someone ordered him to stop.

All he needs now is to restart his body and reform his soul. He walked slowly towards the three women. He bent down on each one of them and whispered, “Your sacrifice tonight will be repaid in the afterlife.” Saying this to his sacrificial lambs was always successful in calming them down. Knowing that you’ll die as a sacrifice is somehow more meaningful for people than dying from senseless violence and greed. “How was the procedure, Hans?” he asked his trusted servant. “It was done perfectly, master,” he replied, bowing at him. Massimo did not need to check to see if it was true. Hans has already proven many times his efficiency in the ways of surgery.

“Such is the way of a scared girl, aye? You would be dead already if I wanted to kill you. That’s the appetite of a Roman, hmm? Kill them all and build fences? Shut up your fool mouth and open your foolish mind. I’m going to enlighten you.” “What?” Quintus stammered, his anger going in many directions. “It is Lammas, a high holiday for us from all time we know.” Drust stepped a bit away from them, both arms up high when he said Lammas, but he dropped them soon after. “Today, this very evening, I’ll have my vital sacrifice and you will all go out and be a part of it willingly. My hands won’t get wet with your blood a single drop.” Porcius said under his breath, “That’s big of ya.”

I will only advise you all to be focused on this sacrifice and open your mouth and pray. Then Stormie brought out his short dagger and immediately sliced the throat of the sheep, then he had to drop it on top of an altar, and immediately he placed it there, a big thunderstorm disembarked on the altar then, and the blood couldn't be seen again likewise the sheep as well. After that great sacrifice, the whole place became normal including the weather as well. Then most of them never understood what just happened a few moments ago, but they wanted to ask some questions to know the mystery behind what Stormie just did, but there was no time to ask such questions.

With one look over my shoulders, I was convinced something was wrong. Something was here. She was here. And when I looked back at Blake, his eyes had turned pitch black. He then started to echo, over and over again. "The Sacrifice must happen. The sacrifice must happen!" Each word brought his baritone a little deeper until it wasn't even him speaking anymore. It wasn't even him at all.

“Patrik used to work for my grandma, and I couldn’t possibly fire him. He is in a cult, and I let them sacrifice lambs in my garden. You can close the curtains if such a view would bother you.” “Are you kidding?!” I almost shout. “Of course, that would bother me. Are they about to sacrifice a lamb tonight?!” I’m one step from heading outside and saving the poor lamb from its dark destiny. Victor chuckles. “Not live ones, silly. They use already processed meat from the grocery store in their rituals.” “That’s still fucking weird,” I mutter and get up from the couch to close the curtains. When I return to the couch, Victor is busy lighting candles on the table.

“Anyone else have complaints? I’m giving you a chance, but you’re not taking it. Don’t blame me for what comes next.” A heavy silence settled over the crowd. What he called “a chance” was nothing but a pretext for a merciless cull. There was no real choice here. In this blood-stained world, only death seemed certain. Caught between the need to fight back or flee, no one dared move. The Divine’s cold gaze scanned the crowd until it settled on a young man. “You, step forward. Walk ahead, or I’ll kill you where you stand.” The young man froze as the words hit him like a hammer. Glancing up at the ominous sky, he understood that he was now the lamb chosen for sacrifice.

My mouth went dry. If Alaric survived a reversal he might be broken beyond use. If he did not, everything we had bought and bled for would crumble into ashes. "You mean we could all die?" She shrugged as if discussing the weather. "I do not know. Sacrifice always takes more than you expect. When you dine with devils you do not get receipts." I let out a whimper. I imagined running to Alaric, spilling everything at his feet. The picture made my heart ache with grief.