Spacechase 2: Battle Of SAFE Academy

Chapter Fourteen: Deception

Meanwhile at Murguol, Waldo Zar was slowly turning to the dark side. It was evening. The Grimoires held their Dinner of Sacrifice, and Waldo had to be there.

There was a large table, full of human innards and organs. There was a bowl of human eyeballs in a pool of blood. There was a bowl of green crackers called Soil and Green, the main ingredient was people. There were sugar skulls, which were candy made from human bones dipped in sugar.

There were Cultists around the table.

Waldo was disturbed by the food on his plate, and just stared at it in disgust. It was full of human meat and eyeballs in a pool of blood. Shadowking looked at Waldo.

"Aren't you gonna eat? I made this for you, now eat. White Azento wouldn't want you to forget your manners now, would he?", said Shadowking.

"Don't sully the name of my master," said Waldo.

"It's rude for a guest not to eat their host's food. It's good for you," said Shadowking.

"Do you have fruits or vegetables?", said Waldo.

"Fruits, vegetables, and even non-human meat are not what a Cultist of Nousaurong would eat, dear child. Worshipping the Dark Power is all about sacrifice. Sacrifices in blood, friends, family, memories, humanity, and emotions must be made to earn the Dark Power's complete trust. Weaknesses, like valuing the lives of others, must be cast aside. In return for sacrificing humans, like the ones on your plate, the Dark Power blesses us with gifts, like the luxurious food. You are a Cultist now, show respect for all the hard work I put into cooking this for you," said Shadowking.

Waldo looked at his plate, all the blood, meat, and eyeballs disgusted him.

"I'd rather eat an insect," said Waldo.

Moloch stared at Waldo.

"Do as he says, Nazkwei!", said Moloch.

"Fine," sighed Waldo.

Waldo closed his eyes, placed a fork on an eyeball. He reluctantly opened his mouth. As soon as his tongue touched the eye, he felt very sickish. He swallowed the eyeball. Waldo was shaking and gagging. He was gonna barf any second.

He barfed.

"BLEEEHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT TYPE OF A DINNER IS THIS?!!!!!!! THIS IS THE NASTIEST, SHITTIEST, AND MOST DISGUSTING FOOD I HAVE EVER HAD!!!!!!!!!!", yelled Waldo.

Shadowking stood up. He looked at Waldo with a very straight face.

"You're saying you don't like our food, I thought White Azento taught you proper manners..........HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," said Shadowking.

Shadowking suddenly started laughing.

"While cannibalism and sacrifice are our traditions, both of which you appear to dislike, there is one part of our traditions that you seem to have an easy time with, hatred! That's what I like about you," said Shadowking.

"Shut up! I will get outta here, and when I escape this hellhole..........YOU WILL PAY!!!!!", said Waldo.

"Mwhahahahaha! That sounds like a threat, young man! Quite a good threat, actually. Hatred, anger, fear, evil, and sacrifice are just what is needed to earn the Dark Power's trust! You still need more improvement, but you're getting to where I want you to be," said Shadowking.

"Trying to make me the bad guy?! My friends will find me, and they will save me! Then, you'll lose!", said Waldo.

"Mwhahahahaha! Good! That's good! When the Chosen One comes here, we'll be ready for him! I already know he's here! He can't stop me! When he comes here, we will kill him, and then no one will ever again stand in Nousaurong's way! Then no one will again question our power!", said Shadowking.

"You underestimate him!", said Waldo.

Waldo stood up. Shadowking held his hand in front of him, Waldo immediately sat back down, without thinking about it. Shadowking was controlling him.

"Have have a deal, a taboo, remember? You do as I say! Simmer down, let's play nicely, and eat. It's time to begin our sacrifice," said Shadowking.

"Sacrifice?", said Waldo.

"Yes, why do you think this is called 'the Dinner of Sacrifice?' It's because there's a sacrifice," said Shadowking.

"Then this food isn't the sacrifice?", said Waldo.

"No, Cultists, bring him in," said Shadowking.

A man in chains was being telepathically moved to the table. He hovered over it. Shadowking placed a pot right beneath where his head was. He was crying, and screaming.

Shadowking pulled out a ceremonial blade.

"I'll let you do the honors, Nazkwei," said Shadowking.

He gave Waldo the blade.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," said Waldo.

Shadowking smiled.

"You will, whether you want to or not. Our custom is sacrifice, remember? Sacrifices like these must be made six times a day. To join the Cult, you must prove that you have no weaknesses," said Shadowking.

"I don't wanna join the Cult to begin with," said Waldo.

"Silly boy, you don't have a choice," said Shadowking.

Waldo looked at the man he was supposed to decapitate. The man was terrified, crying.

"Please, don't do this? I beg you, please! Spare me!", wept the man.

He looked at Shadowking.

"Do it, finish the job," said Shadowking.

Moloch stared at Waldo.

"Do it, Nazkwei!", said Moloch.

He looked at the man.

"Please! I'm innocent!", wept the man.

Waldo closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, unknown man," said Waldo.

He lifted the blade above the man's neck. He decapitated the man. His head fell in the pot.

"That's my boy," said Moloch.

"Almighty Nousaurong, almighty Father, we offer you this man's head! In return, thou offers us thy flesh of thou man we sacrificed, let us feast onto thou sacrifice! Oh All-Father, oh Dark Power, may thou will be done!", said Shadowking.

"MAY NOUSAURONG'S WILL BE DONE!!!!!!!!", said the Grimoires.