
Luke stopped the car in front of a gate in the high walls that surrounded the massive structure. An elderly man came out, and, after bowing low to Uncle Luke, he opened the gate. Looking up as they drove through, Libby noticed a sign that read: THE TEMPLE OF VALHALLA.
"What is the Temple of Valhalla?" she asked.
"This is your new home," smiled Aunt Helena. "Uncle Luke is the High Priest and I am the High Priestess of Valhalla."
Libby was not prepared for what she saw when they entered the building. The grandeur of the entrance hall was like a page out of the Arabian Nights. Deeply carpeted floors, giant pillars, red and gold tapestries, and large, satin-covered lounges covered the spacious room. The centerpiece was a huge bronze statue of a man with a massive cock partly embedded into a frightened young girl.
"Isn't that a beautiful statue?" smiled Aunt Helena.
"I-I guess so," Libby stammered.
"It is a statue of what life is all about," continued the woman. "The glories of life are passion and lust."
"I don't understand," the girl mused.
"Well, let me explain it this way," her new aunt continued. "You just murdered a man, and out there you are an evil murderess, and if they ever caught you, you could be hanged. Yet, here in the safety of the Temple of Valhalla you will be revered for your evilness. It is written in the prophesies of our religion that someday, a young girl will come to us, her hands dripping with human blood, and take her rightful place with us as Princess Aphrodisia. Today that revelation has happened. You, my child, are the long-awaited Aphrodisia, the true Princess of Evil and Lust."
