Dian's Perspective
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You can't be serious...
I was woken up in the middle of the night...
Confronted by a cult that sees me as some sort of idol...
Lured out into the mud and rain to see their alter...
AND IT'S A FUCKING BARN ON THE EDGE OF TOWN!?!
Where's the underground passage ways? The secret passwords? The cryptic code phrases? Are any of these guys even carrying a sacrificial dagger? A old antique dirk perhaps? A rusty butter knife for gods' sake?! They're just a bunch of misguided farmers following some old man who's probably gotten lost to his age!
Don't even get me started on the alter! It's literally an overturned horse trough with a bunch of lit candles on it! Where's the marble pedestals? Gold candelabras? Silver chalices? Unholy relics of eternal damnation? If someone is going to dub you a 'demonic cult' you better fucking look the part to make it worth my time destroying you!
But... I will give credit where credit's due. They really know how to pamper their idol. I told one of the cuter looking boys to get on his hands and knees and be a chair for me, AND HE DID; NO QUESTIONS ASKED! I asked for some fruit; got some fresh picked from a nearby orchard in less then ten minutes! I even asked one girl to paint a portrait of me with her own blood, and she delivered! Well mostly... She passed out before she could encapsulate my full elven beauty.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Matron." Darril spoke softly as he cautiously stepped over the still bleeding girl. "I didn't expect these to be your... holy... duties..." He slows his words as we lock eyes while another man personally feeds me apple slices.
Shit that's right, I should be figuring out if this cult is actually demonic rather then enjoying myself being pampered like a god. But it's soooo nice though... I stand up straight making my presence much more than his.
"I've been thinking about 'our' holy way, but first I must know what you think it is. How do you know I'm your 'Masked Matron'? I could just be some random woman off the street." I try not to laugh at my own query. He stops for moment thinking.
"Several months ago I had suffered in accident. In my near death a voice spoke to me about my divine purpose in this universe, and it was to cultivate a flock of loyal believers just for you."
Excuse me? I showed up here a week ago. Now I am concerned. "Could you repeat the words that voice used to describe me? It's peeked my vanity."
"An elven maiden with the height of a giant, her light purple eyes soft like lilac flowers, her long raven hair braided like a whip, her tan skin sculpted and chiseled without flaw as if by the gods themselves." I admit I was getting a little hot with his description of me, then got my senses back on the last line.
My skin is nothing but flaws, and no god would ever sculpt me in such a fashion unless they were cruel and malicious. Either this voice embellished some details or something's really messed in his head thinking I'm some perfect woman worthy of worship and devotion. Maybe I'm just his dream woman.
Though I have the blood, I'm no demon. A demonic cult would make the demon their idol of worship, not a completely unknown third party. Plus their kind are too narcissistic to think this is a proper place of worship. They really are just a bunch of sheep following a old, brain damaged shepard. And here I was hoping I'd get to fight some demon.
"Alright, I see what's going on here." I smile stifling a laugh as I put a hand on the old man's shoulder. "Here's my holy purpose for you, my grand apostle. This town will become the sight of a great battle in the future. One that will devastate the land and the people. You and your followers must train in secret so that you may protect the innocent people here who do not deserve such a terrible fate, but you must uphold the king's law and never go against it. Tell each member to return to their usual duties as well so that no one suspects you of performing potential heretical acts. I must go as I have a much more important purpose to spread our message to the world. Only once I return, the battle will be right on my heels."
"Yes, Matron. Everything for you. Our bodies, minds, and souls are yours to command."
HOLY SHIT THAT WORKED!? I just lied through my teeth about a bunch of inane bullshit! Now I just need to find Ag, Reggie, and... shit! Mordeki! I left him at the inn! I start running to the massive barn doors and start pushing them open.
What in the nine hells? What's the bird doing here?