Year of Idite, 1156
The rain poured down from the sky as if to try and stop any adventurers from venturing forward. A lightning struck on the road, illuminating two humanoid figures, covered with a dark brown tattered cloak. They were steadily approaching to a distant abandoned building. One of them seemed to be carrying something in their arms while the other held their shoulders and helped them walk.
After reaching their destination, they opened the doors of the abandoned building and entered in. Both of them removed their hoods to reveal a beautiful but tired couple. The woman had long red hair with vibrant emerald green eyes while the man had blonde hair with amber eyes.
They dressed as if they belonged to a noble family. A dress made from highest quality silk covered the woman's features while the man's black expensive looking jacket peeked from under his cloak. Both of them looked like they were worried and scared. But they continued to walk forward.
The wooden window covers creaked with the wind blowing outside while the lightning and thunder caused an eerie atmosphere. The place looked like a church. Or at least a place to worship someone but it was very rundown and clearly forgotten, deserted.
An old and clearly neglected statue stood at the far end of the room. It portrayed a woman with bat like wings, opening her arms in a welcoming way. Even with the cracks and crumbled pieces on the stone, the woman still looked breathtakingly beautiful. Her left wing was broken, fallen to the ground, and her right hand was missing.
"Are you sure you want to do this, my love? You know the dangers of-" The man asked, looking worriedly at the woman.
"What other choice do we have, Claude? We tried everything. This is our last hope." The woman replied, cutting him off. She looked down at the bundle of blankets in her arms before determinedly walking towards the statue.
There was a stone altar in front of the statue, covered with ancient writings and intricate carvings. The couple stopped in front of the altar before kneeling. The man named Claude searched his bag and pulled out a shiny dagger and a bloody pouch.
He opened the pouch and removed what was inside. The item fell on the altar with a disgusting splat sound, revealing itself to be a hand sized heart. It was, surprisingly, still beating.
"I, Claude Silford, give this offering to the Goddess of Blood willingly. I humbly ask for your aid."
He then raised his dagger and stabbed the heart. The blood poured from it, covering the altar's surface as well as the writings. The couple silently waited for a while, but nothing happened. The woman's eyes filled with tears as she started to cry, cuddling the blankets in her arms.
"She won't come. We are truly abandoned!"
Claude looked at his beautiful wife and felt helpless. He dropped his dagger and hugged her, pulling her to his chest.
"We did all we could, Flora. It was not meant to be..."
As the couple sat down on the ground, accepting their fate, the air around them started to change. The sound of the rain and thunder disappeared, filling the area with an eerie silence.
"Who are you to dare offer a sacrifice to me?"
The alluring yet terrifying voice echoed in the abandoned building. It was wild yet balanced, calming yet scary, powerful yet also gentle. It contradicted with itself magnificently.
The couple froze in their places, dare not raise their heads to look at the owner of this voice. They quickly went back to their kneeling position, keeping their heads respectively low.
"W-we apologize for disturbing you, Goddess of Chaos." Claude spoke before gazing at his wife. "But we are desperate. I beg of you, please, hear our prayer."
A long silence filled the room. The only proof that the Goddess haven't left their presence was the eerie feeling they felt behind their necks.
"Very well. Since you have showed the courage to come here, I will reward you by listening to your plea. But be warned, if your desire of summoning me here does not appeal to my interest, there will be severe consequences."
Lightning struck when she voiced the word 'consequences', scaring the couple. But they have received some hope; hope that she will help them.
"Of course. We are ready to receive any kind of punishment, for you are our only hope." Claude spoke with a slight tremble in his voice. He looked at his wife, Flora, and motioned for her to speak.
Flora opened her arms and raised her hands slightly, showing the bundle of blankets to the possibly watching Goddess. She removed some parts to reveal a sleeping baby. Her pale skin resembled a corpse as its red hair looked like dying embers, lifeless.
"She born sickly. Cold as ice, barely breathing. We went to see every healer, every cleric, every priest. They all said she won't last long. Please, we beg of you, please save our daughter."
"You called me here so I could heal a dying mortal?"
The voice echoed in the room once more; this time filled with fury and annoyance. While the husband lowered himself to the floor more, the wife stood her ground.
"Yes."
The silence that followed her answer was so intense that it could be cut down by a blade.
"Why?"
"Because I am a mother. I am willing to sacrifice anything to even have a sliver of hope to save my child. And I have no doubt that you, Mother of Monsters, can understand that better than anyone."
"I certainly can."