Those silvered pansy eyes opened, no longer far away and focused elsewhere. Movement had begun stirring from inside each of the almost medieval devices. Groggy and sluggish. Elbows bumping, banging limbs against the walls. The yelps of pain and confused shock rang through the air, as tender and bare flesh met the spiked walls. The whimpers of just blossoming fear were sounding into the night. Still too disoriented to truly begin to panic, the sounds were small and animal, human beings reduced to confounded animals.

In a symbolic gesture, the petite priestess stripped her black robes from her form. In Japanese symbology, black was not the color of death, but white. She stood in pristine robes, and to those that couldn't see truth, she may have been a beacon of purity, of the light. But those that saw the real knew that this woman walked as Death's angel incarnate. That she was darkness and shadow, nothing so soothing as purity. Dainty feet stepped over the white, white snow, barely making a mark in the field of it in their passing as she moved once more to her altar. The curvaceous blade came to her hand once again, the veining a poisonous and venomous black over the blade. Now, instead of simply looking like a tool of the little priestess, the tiny woman held it in her hand as if it was simply an extention of herself.

Her footsteps took her to the first of the metal cages. She stood in front of it, looking through the very slim slats at the person inside of it. Her slim hand lifted and a snap of her fingers brought another platform up to the surface, revealing a very sleepy and not all there dragon. "Time to wake, little sister. It is time you join your onee-san, and become that which you are meant to be." The small woman left the fire dragon to pull herself from her drugged stupor, the ecstatic and tranquilizing effect keeping her calmed, yet allowing her to come awake.

"Five of you are guilty of crimes against my lord. Harboring artifacts that you knew kept him chained, imprisoned and fettered. Each of you had lives bound to those artifacts. And to activate them, each of you shall be shuffled loose of the mortal coil. Your bloodlines ended. Your crimes will be repaid, and your sacrifice is very appreciated by I, his priestess." The lock upon the first was unlocked, the door swinging open to reveal an already bloodied female. Her age is young, perhaps her very early teens. "You, a child of Space. Die for your lord's disloyalty. The one you serve is the weaker." Blade lain upon her neck, the girl's doe eyes wide in fear, her body stricken to stillness, she could utter nothing but the smallest of whimpers before the silver sank and sought her life's blood to free it.

The black of the blade sank into her veins, and the blood pumped fast and thick. It flowed over white snow and seemed to follow a trench toward the center of the circle, only to stop in it's pool there. Life drained slowly from the girl's eyes, something about the venom black slowing her last moments so that she could feel her own flame guttering, and suffer with that pain and knowledge. Aska watched the girl's eyes drown in the despair of her knowledge and the fear of what lay beyond, and it pleased her. The wicked little flash of sadism almost wanted to twist the knife just a touch and heal her just slightly, but the priestess curbed her darker appetites. Besides, it wouldn't do for her little sister to see such a thing. She does lick at the blood upon the blade as she moves to her next potential victim. Her pause was simply to heighten atmosphere and build that fear in the air. Fear would be an excellent welcome for her lord.