Darkness descended as a shadowy presence approached the altar.
An ominous silence filled the space as the sacrifice was readied.
Blood stained the pristine floor a testament to the dark ceremony.
A twisted smile played on their lips as the final blow was struck.
But the terror was far from over for the tormented souls trapped within.
More bodies appeared adding to the growing pile of despair.
Every cry intensified their dark glee.
The scent of iron hung thick.
Their bodies became mere playthings.
The perverse art of destruction was perfected.
Their cries were swallowed by the abyss.
The hunger for torment unending.
A trail of gore marked their passage.
Silence returned replaced by the echoes of madness.
The cycle of violence continued.
Each act added another thread.
The depths of depravity knew no bounds.
A monument to torment.
The echoes of agony persisted.
Only eternal damnation remained.
