08-03-2021, 01:02:36 AM
The door opens up to a stairwell. It goes down... down so far, you wonder if you'll ever reach the bottom -
when suddenly you do.
Despite how far down you've gone, what you reach looks like a fairly ordinary basement.
Y'know, aside from the blood, the bones, and the sacrifical altar with the candles.
Three ritually-dismembered bodies can be seen in the corner. No points for guessing who they are.
"What a lovely sacrifice. I almost have tears in my eyes."
"You don't have eyes..."
when suddenly you do.
Despite how far down you've gone, what you reach looks like a fairly ordinary basement.
Y'know, aside from the blood, the bones, and the sacrifical altar with the candles.
Three ritually-dismembered bodies can be seen in the corner. No points for guessing who they are.
The Death Cult Is A Cult!
Compelled, Malakhiri walks up to the altar and retrieves one of their finest ritual daggers from a pocket in their robes.
With a few swift slashes, their blood is flowing onto the altar, and with another swift stab, they dispatch themself.
And somehow, the truth quickly becomes clear...
High Priest of Death and Destruction Malakhiri, Herald of the Seven Circles, was a Death Cultist Janitor.
With a few swift slashes, their blood is flowing onto the altar, and with another swift stab, they dispatch themself.
And somehow, the truth quickly becomes clear...
High Priest of Death and Destruction Malakhiri, Herald of the Seven Circles, was a Death Cultist Janitor.
"What a lovely sacrifice. I almost have tears in my eyes."
"You don't have eyes..."
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