Sapphire was busily scrubbing the floors from the blood and guts from last night. A girl had been chosen by a particularly sadistic, and the demon had cut her down in the most brutal and torturous manner it could think of.

Sapphire knew the girl, hell, she knew everyone girl here. They were practically a 2nd family, a sisterhood if you will. Even so, Sapphire had began to become numbed to the deaths and disappearances of them. It was the norm since she was very young. She remembered the first time seeing some poor girl getting married off to a demon. She remembered how scared and sad the girl was underneath the facade of contentment... Maybe it was because she knew what would eventually happen to her.

Even when the sacrifices are married off, they still don't last long. Of course, one of their duties as a wife, as they were told numerous times throughout their lives, was to bare children for their husbands. The problem is that very few human women have ever survived child birth with a demon's child. Even then, they would die off the second time they bore a child. Sapphire clutched her stomach at the thought of her stomach tearing in two as a demonic child bursting through her stomach.

By the time Sapphire finished cleaning the bedroom for a newer member of their little 'family'. It was almost time for their daily meeting. Sapphire quickly dumped the buckets full of bloody water and guts outside before rushing into her room. Quickly, she put on her ceremonial robes that were required for the meetings. They were a dark blue color, embroidered with gold by its collar. She then put on her ceremonial necklace, which was pure black with a slight purple luster to it. A red Gemstone embedded in the middle of it.

She quickly raced from her room and into the temple's largest room. The torches that lit up the rest of the large temple barely made a dent in the darkness of this room. It only truly was bright was when the massive fire pit was lit up for a ritual, which it was. Sapphire looked around, looked like everyone was here. All 199 other girls, ages varying from 25 to even infants, who were being held by the older of the girls. Sapphire, being barely 19, wouldn't deal with caring for an baby until she was 20.

The cultist all gathered around and began chanting as their leader, who they have come to know as 'The Lord of Salvation' or simply 'Bishop Ramond', a man with a black and grey robe, his face hidden by his hood, spoke

"Daughters of the Church of our True Lords, we have all gathered here today to meet your potential suitors. We have been made aware that our lords have liked what they have seen so far. This is a jovial occasion, as the lucky ones who will be chosen today will fulfill their purposes. Whether they be sacrificed or made a wife, they would be fulfilling a purpose you were all sworn to from the day you were born. You'll be bringing success to our glorious church. You will finally be repaying your life-long debt to both us, the Church, who have raised you all your life and your families, who had been disgraced with a daughter instead of being blessed with a son."

Sapphire couldn't help but want to interject. How was it their fault for being born? They didn't ask for families that didnt want them just for their gender. Matter of fact, why where they being punished for something they couldn't control? Sapphire quieted these thoughts, however. Questions around here will get you killed. Besides, they did owe their lives to the Church for saving them from dying alone in the woods.

"Now this particular Demon Lord isn't like any other. This one is THE ruler of devils. The black figure that haunts the night. The ones who's eyes are filled with bloodlust and anarchy. If one of you can be worthy enough to be chosen, then you would ensure The church's prosperity forever." He explained, before he began The ritual of summoning the king of demons.

The chanting began getting louder as Bishop Ramond began to put such things as bones of the recently deceased and human blood, and some other things Sapphire couldn't quite make out into the fire. Suddenly, the small fire suddenly raged into a giant leap of one, yet still confined to its fire pit. The smoke of it began floating around the room and towards the maidens, who stood there, still as statues.

It would circle around the girls for a moment before moving onto the next. Soon, it was in front of Sapphire. At first, she thought it would just circle around her for a moment before moving to someone else.

Except it didn't leave.

It just sat there in front of her for what felt like an eternity. Sapphire tilted her head at it
'Was it contemplating weither I could be a potential bride?' She wondered 'Or maybe something's wrong with the ritual and something went wrong'

The smoke then shaped itself into a figure of a man. The figure took a step towards Sapphire and Sapphire felt compelled by some unknown reason to do the same thing. She allowed the smoke to brush her hair from her face. She felt bewitched by this figure as it placed a hand on her cheek, sending a warm feeling in Sapphire. She felt safe, like her problems were no more.

She subconsciously held the figures' hand on her cheek. The sensation made her give off some quiet moans and she began nuzzling into the figures' chest. She wanted to stay like this forever. Just as suddenly as the figure appeared, it disappeared just as quick, snapping Sapphire out from her euphoric state of mind. Thoughts began spiraling through her head
'Dear Lords, why did I do that!? Why did I let him do that!? What in the world happened?! Was I hallucinating, I've heard that the water at the well wasn't as fresh as it normally was.'

Sapphire was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt the gaze of hundreds of eyes from the girls and cultist alike.

Bishop Ramond smiled, his eyes with a curious and greedy glint to it

"I believe, we have ourselves a bride"