On some days Durbal is half full. On some days, Durbal is half empty.
Today, Durbal is soon to be a little over half full, or perhaps a little under half empty, depending on how you cut it. Our villagers have captured another young virgin eunuch from the nearby forest, which was now tied down with straps made from Tauros leather, its mouth attached to a gag crafted from Trubbish hide.
"Huh-mhuh-huh!" the eunuch screams, as the leader of our procession drags it closer towards the altar. A soft chanting sound, led by yours truly, christens the air with some holy vibes.
"O great and terrible Durbal!" the whole village chants in unison, under my lead. "Half-full Durbal! Half-empty Durbal! Please accept our most humble offering!"
"Muh-gugh-gugh," the eunuch continues. Increasingly feeble sounds drowned out in our ritualistic chanting.
"Eunuch! Eunuch! Sacrificial eunuch!" our chant continues.
"Pwhah!" spits the eunuch, the mouth gag tearing off of its purple lips.
"I think this one is a shiny!" one of the villagers points out excitedly. Indeed, instead of the habitual hardened spines that we find on eunuchs, this one had entirely hairless, spineless skin.
The procession stops, in front of the altar built up from Raticate bones and Darumaka skulls. Up we drag the eunuch from the ground, pushing it towards the hole at the center of the ground right beneath the alter.
"I'm Misty!" the visibly distressed eunuch continues to scream. "Pokémon trainer! Cerulean Gym leader! Let me…"
That is when Durbal swoops down from the sky, and gobbles up the still-flailing eunuch in a most unceremonious way. Now mostly full, or mostly not empty, it floats back to the heaven, crooning contentedly something between the sound made by a Swanna and a Honchkrow. Our villagers will now find peace once more, until the sun rises.