13th of Frostfall 4E 178
The body Sasori carried up the stone steps seemed to weigh as heavy as his conscious, if that was even possible. There seemed to be a war going on inside his head. He made a pact with a daedric prince exactly a year prior. Eternal youth and life for a single human sacrifice. At the time, it seemed a paltry fee. But now... Now it seemed like a true sacrifice. It wasn't supposed to go this far. Sasori didn't intend to get this attached. But breaking a pact with a daedric prince wasn't the smartest of ideas.
Reaching the altar, he placed the body down upon it. Before turning, his eyes met with the soon-to-be-sacrifice's. They seemed to be accusing him. Of deceit. Betrayal. Of everything that Sasori intended to do to the boy on the altar. He grit his teeth and began lighting a fire in a brazer. He tried to not look at his sacrifice. To watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest as his body responded to the internal fear, despite the strong paralysis inflicted due to Sasori's poison. As the flames sprang up, the redhead started to say a few words to the daedric prince, offering the life and blood of the sacrifice to them. He took the knife that was given to him by the deity and brought it into the fire, until the blade glowed red as a setting sun.
Now, Sasori finally had to turn to the boy he was about to kill. By now, he must be aware exactly of what was happening. Of why it was happening. To Sasori, the eyes that stared fixedly upward to the moons still seemed accusatory. Gripping the knife in his hand, the redhead muttered, "I'm sorry.", before slicing it through the soft flesh of his most difficult sacrifice.