This story is written in the first person view of an individual QÃmtrü from birth till adulthood of. This excerpt is when they were a child of about 3, the first experience they get before they start to learn real pain and suffering in worship of the World God. And I warn you, it is pretty gory.
He crushed the finely cut pieces of ear and we all looked on, watching as the acid melted the strips of flesh and ate further into the Master's bone. He mumbled as he worked, as he always did. His words were strained by the pain of the acid but he did not seem to hate the pain as cousin did. When it was mixed to his liking he added a small amount of dried herbs, stirred it a bit more, then licked his finger clean. He gurgled, still in pain, but shuddered as well, with what I could only identify as enjoyment. He then beckoned us each to lick the potion from his fingers in turn- this would be our first commune with the World God.
Cousin went first, it was his ear after all. He'd been holding his bleeding head gingerly and his hand was also covered in blood. After he sucked the mixed off the Master's finger he grimaced and appeared to hurt, though not any more than he had already been thanks to his ear. After a moment or so he seemed amazed by his own hand covered in blood. He slowly licked the blood from his fingers and wiped it over his whole muzzle and head. His stare was vacant but also filled with wonder. We all tasted the mixture, we all felt the sear on our tongues, down out throats and into our stomachs. Two of the other young ones fell over in agony, writhing on the rough floor. But Master had consumed the remainder of the mixture after we had all had a taste and writhed with them, his wet, throaty screams echoing off the rock around us.
The rest of us sat in a daze, having tasted just enough to send our minds out. We heard them but were lost in our own discomfort, only ours was not just the burn in our guts and mouth but also the mind lifted far and away. I saw what the World God was, I saw the fire of its heart before it came to be the fire in the sky. Our eyes were wide and my mind understood well as it could with only the tiny glimpse it was given. The agony around me was like the primal, pure music of the world, sweeter than mother's song in the cold night, and I knew where my devotion must lie.
