The sun scorched the earth like never before; the fomented villagers went to their elders and goaded them to find a solution. Upon hearing the grousing, the elders said that the harrowing situation could only mean one thing that the Almighty God was unhappy, and the only way to rectify the situation was to offer a sacrifice.
It was a sultry day when the farmers tried to appease the almighty to get his approbation and start their sowing season. The artless animal didn’t resist, as it knew that the diligent efforts made by the farmers would finally assuage him from the series of pain that it had endured since the day the wary elders announced that a sacrifice was necessary.
The series of dry spells had made the villagers dissonant, thus making them take extreme measures. The sharp blade had done its job, the crows flocked as they knew their luck had turned, streamline was the motion of blood, people bowed their heads, and the animal was at peace.
The sky’s canvas was as clean as a slate; not even a tiny cloud fragment was to be seen. The villagers could not understand why nature was acting in such a rebellious way, for if it didn’t rain, their crops would fail, and the villagers would starve for another year. The elders decided to call a specialist, so they called a famous Astrologer, thus depleting another part of their barely left fund.
The diaphanous astrologer knew the villager’s condition, and he saw an opportunity to make easy money. As soon as he entered the village, he enunciated loudly that the village was cursed and needed to perform a ritual. The trepidation in villagers sky-rocketed, and they sprang into action to collect items for the ritual.
The astrologer told the villagers that the sacrifice ritual was not easy, as it focused on appeasing God, and hence he wanted each of them to be present when he performed the final act. He ordered a few herbs from the forests as he didn’t want to take any chance.
Finally, the time had come, and each of the villagers saw the ritual’s final act. When the astrologer was sure that each of the villagers was present, he proceeded with the final act. He gave every villager a small decoction made from the herb he got from the forest and told them to drink it as it was supposed to be a gift from God.
Before allowing the villagers to have the decoction, he told them to do it together as soon as the ritual was over. As so began the ritual, as soon as he finished the ritual, he ordered every villager to drink the decoction, and suddenly it was all hazy, and so they fell one after the other.
Vertigo was the state when the villagers slowly gained consciousness, the scene was as lucid as water, and the villagers had been robbed, for the astrologer was nowhere to be seen, and so were their possessions. The villagers were still trying to grasp what had occurred when a small boy informed us that the granaries had been emptied. Silence took over as the villagers were a hailstorm of shocks that had just swept them all under their feet.
A woman cried in vain for the anathema that had struck their fate, and elders were nonplussed, so they found it hard to speak when the villagers stared at them. Knowing the lack of funds and no food, the villagers faced definite doom.
Suddenly a woman took out a knife and exclaimed that their fate was doomed and the only thing that could please God was a human sacrifice and that peremptory had led her to volunteer for the final act. The elders agreed and said that this final act could solve their poverty.
The villagers agreed perfidiously. Things started to change as they went near the altar to offer the final sacrifice. There was a sudden increase in humidity, and as if the sun had disappeared from the sky, people wondered from where the mist had come, which had suddenly engulfed the whole village.
The woman was getting ready for the final act as the people gathered to watch the offering when they suddenly felt something drop from the sky. The villagers were quite shocked as the drops were of strange color; Red, the villagers, ignored it. As the woman was placed on the altar, the intensity of red drops increased.
As soon as the ceremonial knife was picked to offer the sacrifice, the heavens roared, thunder was heard and as if God had opened the gates of his oceans, on earth flowed blood. The red drop was but blood. People couldn’t understand why the heavens rained BLOOD while the village lunatic laughed and said it was the heavens fulfilling their wish.