I am not sure how long we have been part of the group for, I think it has been a few months now. My past life being a blur it is hard to say. It was still warm when we joined now it is cold. I know the first few days working the heat was very exhausting, sweat and other bodily fluids would pour down my body as I toiled.
Now that the climate is cooler and my wounds have healed I am more comfortable in my servitude. I am still getting used to my newly found disability however I think I made a wise choice as to what to sacrifice as I am still relatively mobile and have kept my dexterity. Watching others in the tunnels when I am between work and worship I have to admire the sacrifices some have made, some have even offered more than one gift to our matriarch which I admire. Maybe one day I will sacrifice another part, maybe even a sense. Gifting a sense to her seals your future and guarantees a place by her when the days of ascension come.
The hardest part of this whole transition must be the weakness and hunger. I try and keep working regardless and just think of her to maintain my strength but the physical toll is evident to me. I can see bones and ribs where there was flesh before on my body. The trouble is with the colder times less people pass from fatigue so there are longer gaps between our feasts. I do see some though, the elderly, with their strength failing they can barely work their picks and hammers, hopefully soon one will be released and we can fill our belly again..... or maybe I will sacrifice another part and keep the majority for myself as is my right. Maybe that is something to save for when we have fewer old ones in the future however.
Other than that the days are calm, work and worship with little disruption. Very calming. We had one incident a while ago when I first joined, one of the family who joined shortly after me tried to escape while the rest worshipped. A very serious sin indeed however it brought us closer together in the end. Those who try and leave or betray the mother must sacrifice it all, all mobility and all senses to the rest of the family as a penance.
We each took a bite, a finger, an ear, a limb while she wailed and cried until only the core of her body, only the most vital components remained. She lay there for several days still wailing quietly as we continued on with our duties before she finally let go. If she had not betrayed us she would have had a place by the matriarchs side as she had given absolutely everything to her, sight, sound, touch, taste, mobility. Alas she will now only wander in black with the rest of the unbelievers instead of joyfully serving the mother and her children and bask in tender fire.
I will never allow such a fate to occur to me or my daughters. They have sacrificed gladly and they work along side me and they wait for the next feast to come.
They are true believers and I am proud of them.
Now that the climate is cooler and my wounds have healed I am more comfortable in my servitude. I am still getting used to my newly found disability however I think I made a wise choice as to what to sacrifice as I am still relatively mobile and have kept my dexterity. Watching others in the tunnels when I am between work and worship I have to admire the sacrifices some have made, some have even offered more than one gift to our matriarch which I admire. Maybe one day I will sacrifice another part, maybe even a sense. Gifting a sense to her seals your future and guarantees a place by her when the days of ascension come.
The hardest part of this whole transition must be the weakness and hunger. I try and keep working regardless and just think of her to maintain my strength but the physical toll is evident to me. I can see bones and ribs where there was flesh before on my body. The trouble is with the colder times less people pass from fatigue so there are longer gaps between our feasts. I do see some though, the elderly, with their strength failing they can barely work their picks and hammers, hopefully soon one will be released and we can fill our belly again..... or maybe I will sacrifice another part and keep the majority for myself as is my right. Maybe that is something to save for when we have fewer old ones in the future however.
Other than that the days are calm, work and worship with little disruption. Very calming. We had one incident a while ago when I first joined, one of the family who joined shortly after me tried to escape while the rest worshipped. A very serious sin indeed however it brought us closer together in the end. Those who try and leave or betray the mother must sacrifice it all, all mobility and all senses to the rest of the family as a penance.
We each took a bite, a finger, an ear, a limb while she wailed and cried until only the core of her body, only the most vital components remained. She lay there for several days still wailing quietly as we continued on with our duties before she finally let go. If she had not betrayed us she would have had a place by the matriarchs side as she had given absolutely everything to her, sight, sound, touch, taste, mobility. Alas she will now only wander in black with the rest of the unbelievers instead of joyfully serving the mother and her children and bask in tender fire.
I will never allow such a fate to occur to me or my daughters. They have sacrificed gladly and they work along side me and they wait for the next feast to come.
They are true believers and I am proud of them.
