Here is a pic of a girl named Iskra. She is a priestess of her clan and, as such, has a sworn duty to perform the blood sacrifices to the dark gods of her people. She is pictured here at the edge of a part of the sacrificial temple at night. She is sad here though, as she did not want to sacrifice her best friend. But the gods had demanded the blood. And you know how the dark gods are when they don't get their blood fix. And so, with a heavy heart, she took the ceremonial kife from the sheath on her thigh and did her duty. Here she is, offering up the sacred vessel with its offering of blood. The image of her friend must now be consigned to only her memories.