A fetus lay at the bottom of the bloody basin. Its umbilical cord swallows the viscera strewn about it. Sacrificial bodies dismembered to provide the fetus nourishment for its birth. Disembodied heads, clumps of body hair caked in blood, burst testicles and severed limbs. Hands reach for the edges of the basin, an attempt at escape, even in death clinging to life. The gore-child devours all. Soon it will rise. Its boundless hunger once dormant, now ravenous. The zealots tremble and cry out for their savior. Their screams do not fall on deaf ears.