"The children of this earth have served their purpose", she sayed as she watched the tiny human beeings shiver with fear. The Ice blue eyes of the High Priestress showed no hint of emotion at all as she stepped closer. "Like cattle fed them,...", She continued and simply swiped most of the people into her hand. Fresh red streaks on the altar showed where the unlucky ones, cought beneath her skin, stood. She lifted the fist full of micro people over her head and her open mouth. "... They will now feed you"
Her hand closed together with the resistance of a sponge. The thin bones where barely noticable to her as she shattered their bodies into each other. Greedily her tongue stuck out and catched the stream of blood flowing from her hand like from a fresh fruit. As pink and red meat squished through her fingers, she opened them and the blob of pulped bodies dropped into the moist cavern of her mouth. She immediatly swallowed.
A little spark seemed to appear in her eye. Just for a moment before it vanished again. But long enough to thinking you have imagined it.
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