Mark “Supreme Deity” stood at the altar, his expression serene as a chorus of hymns filled the grand temple. The masses knelt before him, their eyes wide with fear and reverence. His rise from global leader to divine figure had been swift, and the people were now bound by the sacred rites he had imposed. The ritual sacrifices were about to begin.

"Bring them forward," Mark commanded, his voice echoing through the vast hall. At his order, the guards dragged trembling children and young adults to the center. These were the chosen—the sacrifices demanded to maintain Mark's divine favor. In this new religion, offerings weren’t just symbolic—they were mandatory.

The congregation chanted, "Glory to Mark, the Eternal Ruler," as the children, adorned in white, were presented. Their fate sealed as a necessary tribute for the world’s continued peace and prosperity. Every town, every city was required to offer up its own, a grisly tribute to keep the balance of power.

"You will offer your blood to nourish my eternal reign," Mark said calmly, his eyes glowing with godlike authority. The ceremony was not merely a formality—it was a test of ultimate loyalty. Every family feared that their child might be next, yet they could do nothing but obey, lest they face total annihilation themselves.

Mark raised his hands in blessing, as the sacrifices began. The masses wept, chanting louder in desperation, each believing that their submission would protect them from the same fate.

This was the world now: bound by faith, fear, and the blood of innocents. Mark had ascended, and his grip over life and death was absolute.