AN: Just a really short oneshot based on something that happened to me while playing Fable. It was so strange I had to write it out, and how the people might have reacted in the game.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fable.
"This is dull." The Hero known as Chicken Chaser turned to stare at the woman in incredulity as she stared around the dark room in boredom. "Can we go to the inn?"
"Does she realise where she is?" One of the praying acolytes whispered to him, and Chicken Chaser turned.
"I don't think so." He whispered back.
"Do you like my hair?" She asked, again, and Chicken Chaser sighed.
"Yes, it's lovely." He muttered. Behind him the junior acolyte snickered, and he glared at the younger man.
"Why did you bring her?" The senior acolyte whispered as she hummed a tuneless song to herself. Chicken Chaser stared at her before answering.
"She was easy to seduce. I stole her away from her husband." He admitted. "How long until midnight?"
"Thirteen hours."
"Shit."
"It is midnight. Do you wish to sacrifice her now?" The acolyte asked, and Chicken Chaser nodded fervently.
"Please! She's been saying the same things over and over and over! Take her!" He pushed her towards the man, ignoring her squawk of indignation. The acolyte turned to the bloody altar and started praying, and Chicken Chaser heaved a sigh of release as the annoying woman was lifted up into the air.
The woman in question looked around herself curiously until she was hovering above the altar, where she started to scream in pain. Chicken Chaser watched eagerly until she had disappeared, then looked around.
"He says this was a pathetic sacrifice." The acolyte muttered, and Chicken Chaser's jaw dropped.
"What?" He demanded, before turning to the altar and shaking his fist. "Do you know how painful it was to bring that woman through Darkwood, and then listen to her inane comments for eighteen hours? Skorm, you bastard, just give me your bow already!"
A deep, rasping chuckle filled the dark temple, echoing eerily in its obvious enjoyment. The acolytes both cowered and trembled as the voice of their God surrounded them, but Chicken Chaser merely grumbled.
He turned on his heel and stomped his way out of the temple, muttering under his breath as Skorm's laughter followed him. "Maybe Avo would be the better choice…"