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perhaps it was not akazia's fault she was frustrated; but neither was it arunik'ra's. their society was secretive, their cult taboo to many -- and while the plight of a heathen mother and her child may have moved the masses, it did not move the red dagger of surrendral. nor would it move molech.

arunik'ra was not cowed by akazia's thinly veiled threat -- nor did she attempt to mollify the white mother. molech worked in mysterious ways and while moments later arunik'ra was hopeful to accept akazia into the fold, now she knew her true purpose: sacrifice.

the red priestess looked plainly upon akazia, drawing up to her full height. "you have answered then." she responded quietly, her gaze fastening on the child besides her. ar-khalba would be besides her shortly, she knew -- for even a dullard would have sensed the tension rising between them. arunik'ra made to block akazia, her rapacious yellow eyes never once moving from the child. "you will pay the price -- but go quietly, and we will spare the child."