Chapter 123: Farewell, Part 3
Several minutes later, a platter of organs was set before the necromancer, and the pitcher of treated blood refilled. The servants left, leaving the tub and corpse, and Håkon was once more forced to endure the sight of the necromancer eating his gruesome meal.
He barely kept back a laugh when the necromancer began eating the heart. What sort of necromancer ate the heart. Lost in the necromancer's mind before, the idiocy of the action had not registered, and later he had forgotten it.
The heart was the manifestation of the Goddesses in everyone. Hearts were sacred. Obviously. Priests, in their final tests, were ritualistically stabbed through the heart with a blessed knife, an offer of their lives and souls to the Goddesses who had chosen them, declared them worthy of holy power. All of them bore scars on their chest from the cut made to symbolize the stabbing. It was called the Holy Kiss.