"Oh, not again."

Hespin sighed heavily and glanced up at the ceiling of his apartment. Sure enough, there was a massive crimson stain once again spreading out from underneath the new paint.

As a general rule, the cult living in the suite upstairs didn't cause too many problems. Their members were tidy, polite, and even kept their chanting sessions at low volume so as not to disturb the neighbors. The monthly blood sacrifices though, were an entirely different story.

For one, there was the livestock. As far as Hespin could tell, their dread god Magroseth required the blood of a virgin male on the eve of the full moon and to satisfy this requirement, the cult of Fate's Bane had resorted to using a virgin angus bull. Precisely HOW they determined said bull was virgin, he had no idea, but Hespin most certainly was not interested in finding out.

He was just glad to have an affordable apartment. The laundry expenses were somewhat excessive, but on the whole it was the best deal he could find.

Trying hard not to breathe through his nose, Hespin loaded his now-drenched sheets into a plastic-lined hamper and headed downstairs for the trip to the laundromat.