100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 024:
A short man on a hill called to his gods to ask for a favour.
The reply was short, although full of flavour. The wish would be granted and all the gods needed was the blood of a virgin daughter.
With a wave of his hand a click of his fingers, a girl was brought forward, and the blood from the girl’s legs extracted.
“This is what you wanted? Your lord, to meet me and grasp it from my hands as you want requested?”
A light of cloud misted to solid, and a god stood erect and full of knowledge.
- The man held up the girl, alive and well. A blade in his hands, criss crossed with runes.
She killed the god and spat in it’s face. “No one takes my blood except for my beloved, and in our good chamber.”