Now that was a good one! Petroklias had been alive longer than the eldest living trees and even he had never been offered as a sacrifice. The best part was the reason he was being sacrificed. Petroklias just had to make sure he had heard them right.
“Hold up, you’re sacrificing me to Hetroklias? An ancient, dried-up, well forgotten greek god? Where did you guys even get this idea?”
One of the comically dressed men came close and spat on Petroklias before addressing him.
“Shut up pawn! You’re life is now forfeit. You mean nothing to us. No more than a common pig. Hetroklias will be the one to judge you in death!”
It was hard for Petroklias to take the man seriously. Not only was he the son of their god, the whole setup was rigged in a suburban basement. Hardly professional. The cult’s attire sure didn’t help. The whole group wore similar purple robes, with straw hats and white sports shoes. Almost like they couldn’t decide whether they were starting a DnD, tennis or gardening club and decided to just start a cult with all their hobbies mixed into one. Not really the type of group that would sacrifice anyone.
Despite the hilarity of it all, Petroklias had to get this moving. Living forever didn’t mean wasting time forever. With a curt clearing of his throat, many in the group looked over in his direction. It seemed to have grabbed their attention.
“You see. Hetroklias won’t judge me in death for he is judging me in life! I AM Petroklias, Son of Hetro-“
Their attention was on him alright. They had just stuffed a sock down his mouth. Petroklias relieved the tension he had built up on his restraints. It was futile to explain to them now. He felt someone reaching in his back pocket. Craning his head around, Petroklias saw a acolyte reading his driver’s license.
Walking over to his buddies triumphantly holding the Id above his head.
“Ha! His name’s Peter Kilian. Told you guys, he’s a nobody. Nobody will miss him.”
A muffled sound was heard from upstairs. Then a door closing. Steps made their way across the floor above them.
“Must be Dave and the embalmers. Show’s about to begin!”
The speaker was quick to motion everyone to take their seats. While everyone scurried for a seat in a quiet frenzy, Petroklias just remained calm despite the rising chaos and every growing chance of death. After all, he hadn’t lived this long without taking precautions. Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth, Petroklias waited.
In a instant, the whole basement became both deafening and blinding. Muffled explosions and screams erupted and ended as quickly as it began.
When Petroklias opened his eyes, he was greeted by the familiar face of his protection detail leader. Still deaf from the concussive blasts, he couldn’t hear the words but could make it their meaning.
“We got you sir!”
Petroklias would live another day. He wasn’t ready to meet his maker just yet. The later he postponed it the worse it would be, but he didn’t care. He hadn’t been alive longer than the oldest mountain formations because of his amazing celestial life. He much liked it here on earth. He was gonna stay as long as he liked. No matter how many times his father tried to kill him.