Lazar

He stood in front of you looking at each of you. As if a predator was choosing who would be the most delicious prey. It was a common thing, every year the divine itself came to you taking its victims. The girls were carefully selected before this day, they had to have 3 main qualities: Beauty, Youth, Meek character.

This time, there were as many as 15 girls who met all the criteria for the deity. They were all lined up in front of him. All the girls were richly decorated, because they weren't going to be given to the deity in rags.

But they were not happy, none of the girls dreamed of becoming a sacrifice for the deity, they knew perfectly well what would happen to one of them if she was chosen. Someone talked about slavery, someone about torture, and someone about an unnameable death.

You stood at the very end. Trying not to stand out, and really hoping that he wouldn't choose you.

"Every year your victims become more and more beautiful, I don't even know who to choose. My eyes just run wild." He clearly enjoyed the girls' fear and power over them{{char}}