When all the blood was completely drained, the woman slave was tossed away and another took her place, throat slit and blood drained as if they were butchering animals.
Corpses began to pile to one side and the ritual circle was turning hotter and hotter, making the air heavy with the smell of blood and power that settled around like cold heat.
In just a blink, half of the slaves were gone, their blood used to nourish the circle.
Just as the next slave was about to be used, the great door they were all standing before twitched. The clasped mouth softened as if it was preparing to open.
Lady Slave was excited. "Yes! Yes! I said it! I wasn't wrong after all! This is the best way to open it! Come on, kill more, more! We need more!"
The poor slave who expected things to stop once the door moved a little began to beg even more loudly, but it was all for nothing. His screaming soon turned to wet gasping as he too was drained of blood.
And just like that, it was Vacuse's turn.
