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Chapter 12

And so Schedob stared down at Iliunezyn with hopeful tears in his eyes, knowing
there was potential for the evil creature before him to see a better path
through his sacrifice and having faith that it would come to be. He ran the
small dagger down each wrist with a swift motion and gave out a small whimper
and yelp of pain. He fell face first upon the altar. His blood ran in rivulets
over the letters of the vices carved into the stone. He laughed in a brief manic
fit as relief washed over him that the fool elf had done this. He prayed to
Morius of the gift he had given and placed a hand into the pool of blood upon
the altar. He hoped for some sign of recognition. Some note of approval. Some
simple hint that Iliunezyn was not wasting his time with such grand gestures of
faith. Nothing. There was nothing. Always nothing. Iliunezyn almost began to
grow angry, but the elf was back and nattering on with more questions such as
'What now?' and inviting him to go pray to the little child Goddess immediately.
Instead of anger he chose satisfaction with himself, he was very pleased.

Ah Schedob. What a loyal companion. What a fool of an elf.