Yithsogoth
She couldn't have been any more than twelve or thirteen, the small, nearly half-naked little girl shackled to the stone alter and wearing the tattered remains of a white sacrificial robe. Her shoulder length black hair had been taken out of its customary pig-tails, and was now tangled in places, the heat of the cavern making the little girl sweat terribly despite her state of undress. The vaulted ceiling of the cave caused her screaming and crying to echo above the low sound of chanting...