Chapter 155 Their Willing Sacrifice

• They stripped him at the altar. The village elders didn't even look at his face as they did it. They ripped the linen tunic down the centre and pulled his trousers to his ankles. They left him naked and shivering on the cold stone while the torches spat and sputtered in their iron brackets.
• León's eyes were bloodshot. He had been begging and crying since they dragged him away from his house, where he was having a peaceful sleep after a day of toiling in the sun. To think he woke up to a scene he had dreaded from the moment he heard whispers from the women about a sacrifice for the demon kings who protected their village.
• While he was trying to find a way to escape, even though he didn't know how he would achieve that, the priest said words in a language León didn't understand, and the air changed.