Sacred Love || Canon Update || High Aphro
There was no fruits and wine for Sephiroth. No, such offering were likely to insult him, lessen the chance of his appearing to his worshippers, or even worse bring a curse down on them. Goats were taken to his altars and bled dry instead, lovers fucked in nine feet circles surrounded by candles and skulls, men and women offered slit wrists and even, occasionally, their own bodies. It was all in his honour, to give him the power to grant their wishes, their favours, to spare them of his tyranny.
His temple was beneath the ground, within the roots of a tree. The earth there was cavernous and cold, water leaked from the ceilings and dribbled down free hanging roots. There were crystals along the walls providing a feint green light, focused on the altar. Blood-drenched, come-stained, surrounded by jewels and bones, weapons and armour.
Behind the altar was a large crystal wall, and within it, what many people thought to be the god himself, rather than a mere statue. Sephiroth, with his single wing curled around him, dark vines almost looking like hands circling his body, concealing all but his waist up. His eyes were closed, his expression a faint image of amusement. Sephiroth was a very beautiful, little known god, and often those ignorant to his true patronage stumbled across his abode. There were, however, his favourite few regulars. Those he smiled upon.
Have a favour to ask? Come to plead immunity?
Sephiroth is listening.
(Sephiroth has less of a religion and more of a cult. What, you were expecting something else?
He'll take men and women this time. Be as debauched as you like and Sephiroth may just accept your offering and join in! Be a god/dess of his pantheon, a god/dess of another pantheon, or a worshipper, devotee, priest/ess ! )
His temple was beneath the ground, within the roots of a tree. The earth there was cavernous and cold, water leaked from the ceilings and dribbled down free hanging roots. There were crystals along the walls providing a feint green light, focused on the altar. Blood-drenched, come-stained, surrounded by jewels and bones, weapons and armour.
Behind the altar was a large crystal wall, and within it, what many people thought to be the god himself, rather than a mere statue. Sephiroth, with his single wing curled around him, dark vines almost looking like hands circling his body, concealing all but his waist up. His eyes were closed, his expression a faint image of amusement. Sephiroth was a very beautiful, little known god, and often those ignorant to his true patronage stumbled across his abode. There were, however, his favourite few regulars. Those he smiled upon.
Have a favour to ask? Come to plead immunity?
Sephiroth is listening.
(Sephiroth has less of a religion and more of a cult. What, you were expecting something else?
He'll take men and women this time. Be as debauched as you like and Sephiroth may just accept your offering and join in! Be a god/dess of his pantheon, a god/dess of another pantheon, or a worshipper, devotee, priest/ess ! )