The festival grounds around Rix Maadi smelled of sweat, blood, and flames. Screams of terror, pain, and pleasure echoed around, along with loud cheering, music that is painful to the ears, and the voice of entertainers loudly fighting for people's attention.

The first night of Ragefest was in full force, and the performances ranged from harmless stand up comedy, to people getting tortured and brutally mutilated. All in the name of fun and entertainment. 

Only the best performers are let on stage, and it's every audience member's dream to be a part of the next performance. Such is the case for Dric and Zog, two Rakdos goblins enjoying their time, the view of the performances, and the smell of blood in the air.

“You gonna keep just groping my ass, or are you finally gonna bend me over and fuck me?” Zog said, after a particularly painful squeeze on his rump.

“We can fuck later, now hurry up or we'll miss Judith’s performance!” Dric dug his fingers harder into Zog’s ass, drawing some blood.

It was tough navigating around, the small goblins surrounded by humans, large burly demons, and whatever other creatures are enjoying the debauchery. And Dric’s constant teasing wasn't helping, taking away both goblins’ focus.

Eventually, Zog had enough. Dric put both hands on Zog’s ass, and Zog in response pushed him down to the ground. “Alright, fuck catching the performance, if you keep touching my ass, I'm gonna make you commit~”

“Wha- No! Judith is performing with audience members tonight, this could be my chance to get gutted with a riteknife!” Just as Dric was about to get back up, Zog stomped on him hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs.

“Well then either blow a load in me quick or prepare to find somebody else with a riteknife, because I'm not gonna get off of you until I’m creamed!” Zog sat on the other goblin’s crotch, hotdogging the fat dick between his asscheeks.

“Fuck you dude, you know I always last long, there's no way I'm gonna finish in time. Now get off me!” Dric gave a halfhearted push, but Zog still firmly sat atop him.

“Just look around at the performances to get you going,” said Zog, “I'll be doing all the work~”

Sure enough, after only moments of looking around, his eyes fixed on something that made him throb within seconds. A vaguely humanoid thing, too mutilated to tell what exactly, completely skinned, hogtied, and hanging by chains from the stage’s ceiling. Covered in cuts, chunks of flesh ripped out, and impaled by three large spears. And the demon putting on the show was ready to put in a fourth.

With Dric’s cock hard and throbbing, Zog slammed his ass down on the hard meat, lubricated with nothing but the blood dripping from his own ass. And he wasted no time riding it, bouncing his ass up and down on the throbbing length.

The two goblins fucking drew some some wandering eyes towards them, but most, Dric included, were fully focused on the performance. The hanging body grunted in pain and gurgled on its own blood as another spear was shoved into their chest. The big demon worked with much precision, careful to avoid killing his subject, but powerful enough to split bones with the spear even at the carefully slow speed.

Dric moaned loudly as Zog's hole clenched around him, and the claps of fat ass against thighs echoed louder than the sounds of misery of the demon’s plaything, but both drowned out by the cheering of the crowd as the demon slowly shoved a massive thorned spike into the victim’s crotch, whatever used to be there already mutilated beyond recognition.

Completely subconsciously, Dric's hands moved to grope Zog's ass, squeezing the plump buns as they rode his needy, throbbing dick. It slammed hard against Zog's prostate each time, the powerbottom already leaking all over Dric's chest. 

The skinned, hanging body was still alive with five spears and a big spike inside it. Probably not a human with that kind of survivability. Then again, you never know. Humans make all kinds of efforts to livy. e longer. And whether this person’s drawn out life is a blessing or a curse is only for them to judge. But at the very least it drives the crowd wild, laughter and cheering accompanying every minute of the bloody bag’s tortured existence.

As Dric watched on, the twitching of his dick began to sync up with the twitching of the body. His moans echoed alongside each agonizing grunt. He was so fucking close. The sight of the exposed muscles, bits of flesh hanging off and threatening to join the disgusting pile of meat and skin below, which already started collecting the first few maggots. Dric was glad to have stopped here. Even if it meant missing out on Judith, watching this performance reminded him of how much he loved to even just watch. And this was more entertaining than a simple gutting anyways.

While Dric was watching the show, Zog had his eyes only on his partner’s face. A face he was all too familiar with. A face he loved. A face he hoped to see dead someday, and one he'd still cherish when it's rotting off the skull. But most importantly for now, a face with an expression that let him know to brace himself.

Dric's cock throbbed hard, and it was only a matter of moments before he blew his load into Zog's ass. His eyes, previously fixed on the performance, now rolled to the back of his head as he moaned in ecstasy. Ropes upon ropes of hot, thick goblin cum erupted from him, his heart raced from the intensity of the orgasm, and his body went limp as all his energy was drained right out of him.

Zog stood up, sliding the dick out of his ass, leaking seed from his hole. His own cock was still rock hard and leaking, so he grabbed Dric's head, pulled it up to his crotch, and shoved his cock right down the other goblin's throat.

Now it was Zog's turn to watch the performance, while Dric's face was stuck against his crotch. He immediately throbbed, finally appreciating the looks of the mutilated body. The demon was just slicing a chunk of meat off of the victim's body and let it fall to the ground with the rest. He also took care of any remaining bits of skin he didn't quite catch before. When the demon picked up yet another spear, the crowd started shouting once again. Whether yelling obscenities at the body, or what body part should be the next target.

Zog held Dric's head in place while ravaging his throat, the slams of his crotch against Dric's face brutal enough to break his nose, blood pouring from it and onto Zog's cock, letting Drick taste his own blood. And it drove him wild, slurping eagerly and sucking his own blood off of his best friend’s dick. His cock hardened yet again, and his hands moved back onto Zog's ass to keep groping, clinging onto Zog even as he took an arm away.

“I bet my left arm the thing won't survive a spear to the head!” Zog's arm was up in the air. With the audience shouting all over each other, mostly ignored by the performer, he figured he'd see if he could catch the demon's attention. And it seems that it did, as the demon nodded at him, and then pointed the spear right at his co-star’s head.

And with what seemed like no effort at all, the robust spear impaled the head, from the jaw to the top of its skull. Subtle splinters of bone poked out of the head, and the tip of the spear was covered in brain matter. The gurgling and twitching of the body only intensified, but that's not exactly proof of it being still alive.

And the demon knew he'd need to do some more convincing. So he grabbed a whip, and cracked it across the exposed bare flesh. The whip practically cut into the flesh with each hit, severing muscle, letting blood and flesh splatter everywhere. Instead of loud satisfying cracks, the squelching of a snap against wet meat ran through the air. Alongside the grunting and sobbing of the tortured being, definitively proving it is still alive.

The crowd went wild, as expected, and Zog joined the chorus of chanting and screaming while still ruthlessly fucking Dric's throat. He and the demon exchanged looks, before the performer put down the whip and grabbed his cleaver. Zog was more than happy to pay up. He had been slowly dragging Dric closer to the stage, and was now close enough to put his left arm on the elevated stage Floor.

The first swing of the cleaver cut through Zog's arm, easily slicing through the skin and muscle, and halfway through the bone. And the second swing sealed the deal, completely severing Zog's left arm from his body, blood spurting from both ends.

Zog screamed out in pain, tears swelling in his eyes and running down his cheeks, and he had to keep himself from sobbing any louder than that. All while he's still pounding Dric's throat, it all building up to the best climax he's ever had.

Thick, hot ropes of goblin cum were shot down Dric's throat, who was happily swallowing down every last drop. His own cock was throbbing yet again as he licked any remnants of cum out from under Zog’s foreskin.

Eventually though, Zog pulled away. He started to get dizzy from the blood loss, so he walked over to the nearest flame and stuck his stump of an arm inside to cauterize it. He really pushed his arm into the hot coals and metal in the fire, moaning through gritted teeth before pulling away. As he did, he stumbled backwards, but was caught by Dric before he could hit the ground.

“Looks like you ended up as part of a performance instead of me,” Dric said with a chuckle, then locked lips with Zog before giving the other goblin a chance to respond.

The two stumbled around together, while their tongues slid into each other's mouths and began fighting for dominance, Dric easily overpowering his weakened partner, both his tongue getting the upper hand, and his body pinning Zog's against the nearest wall, their dicks rubbing against each other.

Zog was not above playing dirty though, and since he had lost a limb he figured Dric may as well lose something himself. Zog's tongue retreated, and as Dric's shoved its way deeper into his mouth, he bit down. Hard. Dric grunted in pain, trying to pull back, but held in place by the strong teeth, that eventually bit their way through the tongue.

“You fucking piece of shit-!” Dric tried to say, but all he did was choke on his own blood, coughing it up and drooling it over Zog's body. A steady stream of warm red blood covering Zog's dark green chest.

“Fuck yeah, get your blood all over me~” Zog rubbed the blood all over his chest and teased his nipples. “Y’know, the only reason I haven't killed you yet was because I respected your wish to die by a riteknife. But quite frankly I never understood why that was so important. How could getting gutted with a riteknife possibly beat being killed by your best friend~?”

Dric couldn't really explain himself. As much as he'd love telling Zog how important the riteknife was to him, he couldn't really talk with a half missing tongue and a mouth filled with blood, so all he had left to do was let the blood flow out of his mouth while Zog pleasured himself, pinching his nipples and grinding his hard cock against Dric's.

“It's been taking so much restraint to not kill you, the least you could do is let me mutilate you a little~” Zog's fingers traveled over Dric's body. He's already gone this far, why not continue putting on a show on his own? Sure, he wasn't licensed to do so, but who the hell cares about that anyways.

Dric thought that was fair, so he didn't fight back as Zog manhandled him, pushing him around with ease as if he hadn't just lost an arm. Zog grabbed Dric's head by sliding a finger into one of his eyeholes. The eyeball, unhappy with its new roommate, popped out of the skull, hanging on by veins and nerves as Dric's body was dragged up the nearest unoccupied stage.

Tossed onto the floor, eye still hanging out of the socket, Dric only whimpered. His head laid to the side to let the blood from his mouth out, forming a puddle that soon reached the eye also laying on the dirty rock floor. He kept quite calm for somebody convulsing in pain and struggling to not choke on his own blood, even for Rakdos cultist standards. Sure, he was screaming as much as his weak bleeding body allowed, but he still did not resist.

Zog was just about to get to business, leaning over his friend and thinking about all the things to do to him. But just as he knelt down and raised his fist, he was just kicked right off the stage, not even getting to see who so rudely interrupted him.

“I overheard somebody wanting a proper riteknife experience, huh?” An imp stood in front of Dric, in their hands a shimmering golden knife. “Sorry for cutting short your little thing, but I need a sacrifice sooner rather than later, and I think I can do both of us a favor~”

Dric couldn't really respond, but the surprise and excitement on his face was visible as he caught a glimpse of the knife. It had the exact glimmer he remembered seeing when watching his first execution. Even his body stopped convulsing as his one still working eye took in the glory.

“Hey now!” Zog got back up and glared at the imp. “Let’s make one thing clear, if you kill him I get to keep the body alright?”

The imp chuckled, spinning the knife around in his hand. “Sure sure. I'll just need to steal away some of his organs, you can have the rest.”

Despite his annoyance at what just happened, he had no further interjections. He was happy to watch Dric's lifelong dream be fulfilled, even if it happened in such a disruptive manner. He simply sat on a front row stool and watched.

The imp scooped up Dric's body to lay it onto the altar that stood in the middle of this very stage. “I'm sure you know how these things go, but for the people in the audience, we need to start off by eliminating all of the sacrifice’s senses other than touch. I can see you already got your tongue out of the way, already started with the eyes too, like you've been preparing for this~”

The imp pulled at the hanging eyeball and severed the veins attaching it to the socket with the knife, before bringing the knife close to the other eye, and slowly pushing it inside. The eyeball was sliced into, and as precise as the imp’s movements may have been, Dric's involuntary thrashing in pain made sure the eye would be beyond recognition before long.

It's not like the imp minded. All that mattered to them was that Dric was no longer able to see. Next up, they put their hands on Dric's ears, taking a deep breath before bursting his eardrums with a surge of magic energy. As for the sense of smell, the imp just smashed his nose in with a rock. Sure, he could still technically smell, but only smelling the blood dripping from his nose is close enough.

“We're almost ready, everyone! There is only one last thing to do.” The imp turned to the audience while putting his hand on Dric's forehead. “You see, with so much going on it can be hard for the body and mind to keep up. He couldn't possibly feel the intricacies of the knife slicing him open, and every movement of my fingers through his gut. That's why I need to enchant him with some good old pain magnification. That will let him feel every single detail~”

Hearing this, Zog almost got a little jealous. Not everyday do you come across somebody with that kind of spell, let alone be lucky enough to have it cast on your. If this was really a standard part of riteknife sacrifices, he could see why Dric was hoping to die in such a manner.

The magic was visible as faint orange glowing swirling around Dric's head, like ghostly fireflies flying in circles. And once the imp decided the spell was on strong enough, they moved to make the first proper cut.

They made the first incision at the top of Dric's chest, pushing the knife in until it hit bone, and then slowly dragging it down. The riteknife cut through the skin and muscle like butter leaving a long incision all the way down to the bottom of his belly. Two more cuts graced the top of the incision, which allowed the imp to peel Dric open and get a good look at the insides.

Dric felt the massive cuts made through his skin, blood flowing with each inch slowly cut into him. Then the imp's fingers dug into the wounds, creating a burning sensation as they pushed into the nerves. Flesh and muscles sever as he's pried open, feeling every intricate detail of every push and pull.

The goblin’s ribcage was fully exposed, and the imp pushed their knife into the cartilage, slowly but surely slicing into it. Even with the riteknife being made for this kind of thing, and the imp's superhuman strength compared to their size, it still took quite some effort to cut through a rib, and they were going to have to do every single one of them.

“I call dibs on the body when this is done!” said one demon from the audience, much to Zog's annoyance.

“Too late buddy, I already called dibs before the show started. Go find your own corpse.” Zog glared up at the demon who was three times his size, and could only laugh in response.

“As if you had any use for that kinda body. Let the experts take care of the ritual sacrifices, alright?”

Zog growled at the demon, before walking away. He might miss part of the show, but he had an idea for how to deal with that demon.

In the meantime, the imp finished cutting their way through the goblin's ribcage. Now all that was left to do was to rip out the sternum, which was done through sheer force alone, giving a satisfying crack. And so, with the front of the ribcage tossed against some bystander’s head, all of Dric's organs were fully revealed for the imp to play with.

The organs were still pulsating, heart still beating, and lungs rising and falling as Dric continued to breathe. And he continued to feel as the imp's hands dug into his guts. He felt a tight grip on his intestines, followed by pulling as they're torn from his body. Thanks to Rix Maadi’s unbearable heat, there wasn't much of a temperature difference between Dric's body temperature and the outside, and the pile of intestines could rest easy right next to the body they were pulled out of.

Of course the intestines were only the beginning. The imp tore out a kidney next, and tossed it towards whatever audience member cheered loudest for it. The liver was pulled at next, but still attached to the body as the knife made its cuts inside, letting Dric feel every detail of the runes carved into the organ.

The body was limp, aside from the occasional twitching. The only signs he was still alive were his pulsating organs, the breathing evident by his lungs, and the beating of his heart. There weren't any signs of consciousness, but the imp trusted that their sacrifice could still feel. The spell cast upon him should make sure he doesn't lose consciousness.

Chunks were cut from Dric's liver, serving as a snack for the imp, all while the organ is cut up into some kind of macabre art piece. Then they finally fully tore it out and placed it on the altar, where they now also sliced open Dric's stomach, holding it up to let the acid fall onto the mangled organ.

That's roughly when Zog returned, what looked like pieces of paper in his hand. He went up to a nearby ogre and tapped the big beast on the thigh. “Hey, you. I've got some blight parchment here. I'm gonna use some on that demon over there, if you promise to get him off my back until I get my friend’s corpse back, I'll let you have the remaining ones.” After a few seconds of the ogre staring back as if he understood nothing, Zog sighed. “I want you to annoy that big demon over there.”

Turns out that's all he needed to say, as the ogre immediately started grinning and walking towards the crowd that had amassed in front of the imp's performance.

The imp, at this point, was cutting into Dric's lungs, carving in the sign of Rakdos. It was now that Dric's death became inevitable and rapidly approaching. His lungs cut open and filling with blood, it'd be a matter of minutes until he loses consciousness and dies, even with the spell trying to keep him alive and conscious.

The last thing Dric felt was the imp's hand gripping his heart, sensing the heartbeat slowing down, before using the riteknife one last time to cut it from the body.

The crowd cheered as the imp got ready to take their leave. It was then when Zog used his blight parchment to help the ogre ‘occupy’ that demon, and he went on stage to snatch his friend's body.

And there he had it. He ran off with the one thing he'd wanted all this time. His friend’s corpse, still warm, still bleeding, requiring much care to not spill out more organs. And it was just as beautiful as he'd imagined. Zog leaned his face towards Dric's, staring into those empty eyesockets, as he locked lips with the defiled corpse.