Sceleratis Cardinalis Aduentu

On This Night of Ritual

A splatter of blood landed on the floor at Adaira's feet, illuminated by a beam of moonlight dancing in from the chapel's high stained glass windows.

A scream pierced the air as the High Priestess drove the sacrificial dagger into the sternum of the Offering: a stout, middle aged woman who lie naked on the altar table.

The Priestess drug the blade south, splitting the flesh from chest to pubis as the layers of skin, fat, and viscera butterflied outward. Blood began to flow over the Offering, trailing down her limbs and face, which dangled off of the table. The woman continued to scream as the blood drained from her, pooling in the canal at the floor around the altar slab. As it filled, the blood began to travel down a channel leading to the front of the chapel, ultimately destined to fill a large bowl at the feet of the towering statue of The Infernal One.

The blood travelled further down the channel, and the screams faded into gurgles, until finally there was no more noise coming from the dying woman.

The High Priestess spoke the final Rites of the Sacrifice as the woman croaked out her death rattle, and suddenly, violently, slashed the throat of the Offering.

Adaira bowed her head and pushed back the hood of her cloak. She and the other Nameless Ghouls stepped forward to the altar table and lifted the corpse. They slowly carried it to a rough wooden table off to the side of the chapel, where it would be removed later. They returned to their places in a circle around the altar and assumed the stance for the next part of the ritual.

The Ghouls stood still, with freshly bloodied palms facing forward, as they all waited for the chosen Ghoul and Ghoulette to step forward.

A man near Adaira and a woman across the circle from her stepped out of their places to stand on opposite sides of the altar slab. They both untied the cloaks secured at their necks, letting them drop to the floor.

The woman began to remove her black bodysuit, the man his tight black shorts.

Both Ghouls, now naked, climbed up onto the blood covered altar, facing each other on their knees. The man put his hand on the back of the woman's head and pulled him to her. Their mouths met under their metallic, demon-shaped half masks, and they began to kiss hard and deep.

The woman reached down, grabbing his erection and beginning to stroke him. He excitedly pushed her back on the table, kissing her neck as she continued to pump the length of his dick. His mouth trailed down her neck, until he reached her breasts. He began to lick and suck her nipples as his other hand reached down toward the crest of her womanhood. He rubbed her clit before sliding his hand even further down, before inserting two fingers into her wet opening. He pumped his hand in and out as she moaned, readily reaching an apex. He moved his hands faster and then slower. The pressure and stimulation of his fingers brought her to her height as she spilled over into a shuddering orgasm.

Adaira watched on, struggling to standing still as an arousal of her own grew.

She wasn't the only one, she never was. She watched as those around her begin to breathe a little heavier, shakier. Nipples hardened on perky breasts, becoming more pronounced through silken black fabric. Erections grew and bulged through the thin shorts.

Although the full pleasure was not for those observing, rather belonging to Satan himself, and the Ghoul and Ghoulette who offered it, one could not help but to enjoy what He had laid before them.

Adaira bit her lip under her mask, trying to keep focus.

The Ghoul was now on his back and the Ghoulette kneeled over him, his hard shaft in her hand as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She began to ride him back and forth, bracing her hands on his chest with bloodied hands as she moved her hips. The Ghoul threw his head back in pleasure and grabbed the her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He guided her on top of him, slowly increasing speed as he entered her over and over again.

The Ghoulette increased her movement with his, until she was coming down upon him, faster and harder. They both moaned loudly as the Ghoul finally made his release.

With the ritual complete, both bodies, covered in a sheen of sweat and blood, removed themselves from each other. They climbed down and dressed in the eerie silence of the chapel before returning to their places in the circle.

The High Priestess waited until they had returned before turning around and facing the behemoth statue at the head of the room.
She raised her arms high, palms toward the figure of their Dark Lord, and began the prayer.

All of the Nameless Ghouls joined in after she had said the first words.

Our father, who art in Hell
Unhallowed, be thy name
Cursed be thy sons and daughters
Of thine nemesis who are to blame
Thy kingdom come, Nema.

The Priestess slowly lowered her hands and turned around.
She paused for a moment, looking to everyone conclusively before she moved through the middle of the circle and toward the chapel doors.

One by one the Nameless Ghouls fell into a line behind her as they headed back into the cloister.