Out of all the locales that he ever preformed a ritual on, Magus had to say the beach would always remain special to him. The only noises being that of his gagged victim and the slow, steady noise of waves. His torch illuminated the poor boys face as 4 others held him in place. 19 I think, thought Magus. The boy looked scared out of his wits. It was a wonderful night, he thought, and it could only get better He turned his attention to the 4 others. They all wore the same black robes and looked very eager to start. "Devoted followers" Magus said "there have been those who have questioned are actions but NEVER one of our own! He must be freed before his doubt spreads like the plague." He grabbed a mace from one of the cultist's. "However to be free is a blessing. THIS must be PUNISHMENT!" He yelled, quite confident his distance from any sort of civilization protected him. "We start with his legs." Magus said, raising the mace.