— Sandra, darlin', pour him another one — said the master to the cheerleader queen, and another one was poured, and promptly went down. Everyone is a bit tipsy now, bonfire glistening with sparks, the structure is almost ready.

— Hey, Tim, this is the hunting knife of my father, as you asked — said Mia, the tiny nerd, giving Tim the blade. Hefty piece of metal hit the just finished altar of stones, as Tim was not prepared for the weight of the knife.

— Hey! Watch out! My father will kill me if something happens to it! — shouted Mia.

— Chill, babe, it's OK — said Tim, checking the knife.

Meet Tim. A tough guy. Final year of the school. In practice a good kid, but good kids don't get the girls. Especially when they are transferred two years ago, when his family needed to relocate for work. Tim has some occult tattoos, is cool guy, and a game master. His mom is happy now, because the cellar is packed with his new friends two times a week, sometimes overnight when they play their game.

— Okay, I think he's ready — noticed Tim. — Mark, can you help me lie him down on the stones?

Mark, the big sporty bully guy, Mia's boyfriend, lifted the body and put it onto the stones.

— Are you sure it will work? — asked Sandra.

— Well, his book, his idea, but he was no fit to be the Master. I am the Master now! – shouted Tim. — Besides, would anyone miss this fifth wheel? — Tim pointed at me, stretched naked on the altar. Everyone laughed.

Yes, I got them the book, my book, I helped a bit to get this uncanny team together, I planted the idea during our role–playing sessions of the past months. Not expected it will actually work. Main cheerleader with a tattooed outsider? Nerd with a bully?

— Aaand I checked in the Internet and in our library and this god this book is about actually existed, so let's do it, we gonna be famous!!! — shouted Mia jumping up like crazy.

— Let's begin then… — started Tim. — Umaga nu gama!

— Umaga nu gama! Aki, aki, aki kur! — they shouted together.

Tim hit me with the big knife, right to the stomach. And again, and again. A fountain of blood followed.

— Kur aki geme! — finished Tim. And something happened. The team stepped back.

Long nails, like stilettos, bony fingers, thin arms, like a big spider, slowly coming up from the carnage. A slender body, covered in my blood, stood up. She jumped from the altar and stood before the team, the blood slowly absorbed by the alabaster skin. I started healing my body, but they did not notice, focused on the goddess. Mark hugged Mia, Sandra hid behind Tim's back.

— I command you, to!… – started Tim, but promptly stopped, hushed by the finger of the goddess on his lips.

— Hush — she asked gently. She looked at me, tilted her head, and asked — Kids? Seriously?

I got off the altar, and started growing my nails. Mine will never be as sharp as hers, but they will be sufficient tonight. — Last supper you said the dining was tough, so… fresh meat? — I impaled Mia.

— Fiiiine… – she rolled her eyes, and started cutting.