Uju stood to the side, watching as the old wizard contorted wildly. He had wooed her and she refused, now today, the gods had demanded a sacrifice, her!
“Either she is sent to the evil forest, or she marries a receptacle of the gods who can contain her evil aura,” he pronounced.
She was the twelfth maiden who would be stained by Ifeoliko, the evil god. Two had chosen the forest, and are now dead, the others marriage.
The dawn rose the next day to announce the death of the priest. The darkness had finally taken him through her knife.
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