The young adult girl lay on a sandstone altar, her skin pale and sunken. She was a sacrifice to the pagan god Ba'al, and her dark magic had brought her here. She felt a sharp pain in her thigh as an old

The young adult girl lay on a sandstone altar, her skin pale and sunken. She was a sacrifice to the pagan god Ba'al, and her dark magic had brought her here. She lay there, staring blankly at the sky as she waited for the ritual to begin. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her thigh as an old man with tattoos pierced her skin with a needle. She twigged and twitched as he continued his work, feeling like she was being ripped apart from the inside out. As he finished up, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her and she struggled to sit up. The old man watched as she stumbled off the altar and stumbled away into the desert night.