It was time, he took a deep breath as he was lead forward and the music stopped its play. All eyes were focused on him. There were so many, watching, staring. There would be nothing that would be hidden from them for all that dressed him had been taken. He felt exposed like he hadn’t ever felt exposed before. Exposed before the others, exposed to their god… and soon to his as well. It was their way, it would be his way as well from this day forward. He would belong to the dark god, he knew that, but it only now dawned on him what it really meant…  and worse, what it might mean.

The holy forms were brought before him. Forged from the indestructible flame of the god of light as a gift to the dark god. They were beautiful, like gemstones of many colours. One shaped as a pyramid with a triangular base, pointy and dangerously looking while the other was the familiar shape of a simple cube. The holy dice seemed to stare back at him as he was staring at the symbols adorning them. Their meaning was far greater than the simple numbers that usually adorned such forms.

He knew the pointy one would dictate his fertility. Only one symbol would guarantee his wholeness while another would have his testicles crushed until they would burst and go infertile… but neither scared him as much as the last which would see them removed. His body gentled in every way.

The other would dictate his pleasure.  Once more, only one symbol would guarantee his wholeness while the others were to demand sacrifice: Pain, blood and screams to forge his bond. One would demand the removal of the skin or at least part of it, exposing his organ, another would demand that part of his maleness was removed based on his kind as described in the unholy texts. A fourth would have it seen split into two halves like the organ of a reptile but it was the last two that were the greatest of sacrifices: One would demand a cut above the organ and the separation of the strings that carried feeling and pleasure to his organ, leaving it limp and useless for stimulation while the other demanded its complete removal.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the priestess gestured for him to sit down and take the dice. He obeyed submissively, there was no point in rebelling, he knew that much. With his heart pounding heavily, his grip clenched around the dice before he rolled them. Now all eyes were observing the forms tumble and turn to proclaim the boys sacrifice and to shape his life forevermore going forward...