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The cold bit into his wounded skin, but he trudged forward nonetheless. How the hell did I get the short straw, he thought. On the first draw, even! The cuts were deep all over his body, consisting of pairs of crossed lines that stood for the cross. The one on his head dripped down into his eyes, requiring him to wipe it off with his hands frequently.

When he reached the summit and looked down into the molten inards of the Earth, he took out three small candles and placed one on his left and right, and the other behind him. As the heat rose up his pores began to leak sweat that found its way into his wounds, a stinging reminder of his task. He clasped his hands and bowed his head. "Holy one, Greatest of the Greats, Proconsul of the Cosmos, Destroyer of Worlds, Supreme Architect of the Heavens, to you I give my flesh. And if you so desire it, to you I give my eternal soul in exchange for the power to vanquish our enemies." He opened his eyes and threw the candles into the volcano causing a gush of flames and an earth-shaking boom.

When he jumped into the hole, a miraculous thing happened. The lava cooled instantly and he landed mangled, but still alive, on the floor twenty feet down. A voice sounded in his ear, hissing like a snake, "You are not a worthy sacrifice. You give your life reluctantly."

The rock heated up, turned to lava and consumed him as he screamed to his death.