“Drinking blood does sounds like freaky religious shit. My friend’s patron deity has her followers submerge themselves in a pool of blood to talk to her,” Pike shivered a little, “And, I mean, some of the things that evil gods and demons ask their followers to do in my world are intense. One time these assholes we were fighting had killed people and covered the walls of the temple for a ritual.”

Stopping her kneading, she waited a few seconds and tested how springy it was. Unsatisfied, she kept going. “I didn’t think your world had magic?”