The guest rooms in the mansion were being prepared with an erotic touch of sensuality. There was a sense of expectancy and excitement throughout the building as workmen prepared the Temple for the well-planned ritual. Libby was not told what was expected from her at the ceremony.

"Don't worry," smiled Helena. "You will know what to do when the time comes because you are the Princess of Evil, your hands bloodied by the man you murdered."

"But I don't feel evil," the girl protested.

"That's because evil never sees evil," continued Helena. "When the members of the Temple of Valhalla see your naked body, they will know you're evil, and you will know it, too."

"My naked body?" asked the girl.

"Yes," Helena replied. "We are going to show your evil body to all the members, and you must be proud of being the true daughter of Satan."

Two days before the ritual, members from all over the country began to arrive at the Temple. Libby was told not to leave her quarters under any conditions, as no one was to see her before the ceremony. Peering cautiously through the drapes of her window, she watched them arriving. There was a steady stream of luxurious limousines and airport taxis pouring through the gate. Uncle Luke and Aunt Helena, wearing long black robes, stood in the courtyard greeting each new arrival. Libby watched the members bow low and kiss the ring on Uncle Luke's finger. She was proud to be the niece of the High Priest and Priestess of Valhalla. The girl was even proud that the devil had selected her to be Princess Aphrodisia.

Finally the long-awaited night arrived, and the members began filing into the sacred temple room. From their appearance, most looked like prosperous businessmen with a small scattering of jewel-bedecked women. Seats were arranged in a semicircle around a huge round bed draped with black satin, and behind and above the bed, the High Priest and Priestess sat on a raised dais, facing the congregation.