Mockery of Life

The temple was an affront to all that was good, sacred and righteous, and a mockery to life itself. Under the gaping maw and unblinking eyes of The Devourer, there stood effigies of the Three Faceless Ones, and in their abdomens were three little alcoves containing three tiny carved corpses. The Cult of the Devourer worshiped there, and each full moon they anointed the little sculptures with the blood of sacrificed townsfolk. O! how the people longed to throw off their yoke. One day, they told themselves, one day it would be the blood of the cultists that would spill upon the dust of the temple floor. One day the townsfolk would taste vengeance. One day.