Slit My Wrists And Bleed Me Dry

It wasn't supposed to be him. He hadn't spent his life to do this one thing for his village. To save it from the gods wrath. It wasn't supposed to be him.

But the old priest had died the day before, unexpectedly throwing their safety into a fragile knifes edge. They had to do something. Give something, to the Blood God.

And who would miss little six year old, troublemaker orphan, Tommy?