>>5570423>>5570621>>5570632>>5570755>He mentioned other cults going on crusades in the village? Does he know any groups?>How would he like to join a cult? A very good one that would put his big pitchfork to use?“You mention other cults on crusades through the village?” You raise a brow. “Then the village truly is in the throes of some holy war?”
“I would call it a holy slaughter. The OCCULTIC ORDER is too grand for a handful of zealots with half-cocked pistols and dulled swords to conquer—and that includes the big whore in black stood here before me.” His eyes are narrow. “The BLOODLINE ADHERENT, the RESURRECTIONISTS, the FOURTH PLAGUE WARD all run like blood in the streets.. and I hear rumors that even CORPUS CHURCH have sent an inquisition to investigate. We live in foul times, and it will only grow more foul yet.”
“That’s quite the repertoire of depravity.” You recognize a handful from your time in the church—and the church itself will pose a formidable contest should it come to that. “The lot of them in one state like this.. it must be terribly dangerous for one as meager as yourself? Perhaps you ought to ally yourself with a group to ensure your safety. Now.. I plan to get my own cult off the ground, and where better to begin than a broken man with half a body to spare for a cause that measures more than himself?”
“Oh? You plan to throw your lot into the bloodbath as well?” The broken man raises a brow. You see the hag from across the fire lean in, eager to listen.
“Then what, exactly, is your grand doctrine? Your divine revelation? Your holy scripture? For god’s sake, do you even have a name?” He leans in on his pitchfork. “Or is this just the pipe dream con-job of some miserable, lonely witch?”
That catches you off guard. You had thought to begin a cult in service to yourself and live the rest of your days easy, but you had grown so in concupiscent with delusions of grandeur that you’d made the teeny tiny oopsie-daisy of neglecting the details–like, for example, a central dogma. You freeze, your mouth half-open in a mumbling kind of muttering sound.
>What’s your cult even about, genius? 