nt to the fire where his commander pointed. “Meanwhile, pants down!” he was commanded. Like the rest of the group, Rupert was already shirtless with everyone in their trousers. However, it

mnants of the bowl, which was still marginally full, and with Jenny’s fingers still in it to the new recruit who stood still, amazed and disbelief written across his face. His hands trembled feebly as he reached for the mixture. His eyeballs dilated from fear as he glared at his Commander's idle movements around him. It was clear that Rupert didn’t expect what he saw. From chopping another's human head off,

d you dumb head!” Ricardo shouted. He finally traced it after a major startle back to his senses. He sat on it with the bowl still in grip though shaken. “You can have your meal now, Rupert!” The General continued. “You mean this stuff!? No way!” the initiate acted rebellious. “I can’t have h

ed his hand to reach for his exclusive sword from Vapor. His had a customized golden handle. “Here” Vapor handed it over. The sword shone brightly as it reflected the luminous flame of the

ils widely. Rupert had to oblige or end up a torso just like his victim Jenny. Judging by the activities of the night and the range exhibited by Ricardo’s facial expression, it was obvious of what was in store if he declined to consume the perceived sacrament. He composed himself and gathered psyche. His lips trembled vibrating literally, as his mouth hedged closer to the brim of the bowl. His eyes closed tightly and his forehead skin gathered at the middle of his eyes as the bowl