"Chaossssssssssss issssssssssss sssssssstill hungry," Heka hissed to Qesem. "Tiamat demandsssssssssss another sssssacrificcccccccccce if we wissssssssssssh to free her."
"We have plenty of Iron Knights to offer," said Qesem, glancing at the cages filled with dozens of shivering human souls.
"Their ssssoulssssssssss are not sssssstrong enough for thissssss," Heka snarled. "A human sssssacrificcccccccce is nothing. We need a demonic sssssacrificccccccccccce to feed the sssssspiritssssssssssss coming to possssssessssssssssss our thralls, like the babiessssssssssss we chopped to piecccccesssssss for Tiamat."
Qesem thought for a moment. "We could always kidnap another sacrifice... or... wait! Look at the thralls' bodies. Surely they don't need every part, right?"
Heka chuckled in a sibilant voice. "Do you mean to sssssay...?"
"That we cut off Prince Pazuzu's dick and balls as food for Chaos? Yes, yes I do mean to say that. The life-creating powers of the genitals are scrumptious delicacies for the all-devouring maw of Chaos. And these are the genitals of a demonic PRINCE! Think of the power in them!"
"I think I like thisssssss plan, Qessssssem," Heka snickered. She drew her ceremonial dagger and approached the Chaos thrall that used to be Prince Pazuzu Morningstar. The thrall just stood there quietly while Heka sliced off first the penis and then the testicles in their scrotum. "Yessssssssss, thessssssssse will do niccccccccely!"
As Heka sliced, what remained of the dim consciousness of Pazuzu sensed that something terrible was happening to his body, but he couldn't quite tell what or why; he was barely sentient. He tried to weep with pain and humiliation, but no tears came. He was slowly forgetting himself. What was his name again?
At the same time, Qesem was busy carving up Loki's pussy, and even cutting out his womb. Loki's body just stoically stood there, not minding the shedding of its blood in the least. Loki's soul dimly felt the pain, but he could do no more about it than Pazuzu. He also was forgetting. He could not remember his name, where he was from, or who had done this to him. All he knew was that he was suffering.
Heka and Qesem stopped the bleeding with magic and brought the severed womb and genitals to Tiamat's altar. They ritually burned the offerings, feeling the black mist that surrounded the altar growing stronger and more substantial. Chaos was coming to Hell. Beelzebub would be pleased.
"And now for Adrammelech's cock," Qesem grinned sadistically.
"And the wombssssss and pussssiesssssss of Lamasssssshtu'sssssssssssss sssssslave-wivesssssssssss," Heka nodded. "Chaossssssssssssss needsssssssss food, and lotssssssss of it."
"I hope Tiamat remembers all that we've done for her," Qesem. "I could do worse than live as a mighty Lord of Chaos. Perhaps I'll make Lucifer my slave-husband."
"And I would wissssssh to make Lilith my concubine," Heka snickered. "Hell ssssshall be ourssssss thankssssss to Tiamat." She glanced to the thralls. "And thanksssss to the demonsssss who gave their livessssss and their bodiessssss to empower Chaossssssss, of courssssssse."