One by one they started to appear amidst the darkness, all around.
Covered in black cloaks and mumbling profanities.
"Where are your scars."
"I don't see them."
"A shame to our noble god."
Their identity was exposed, not that they tried to conceal it, Constantine couldn't help but smirk, so they had finally come on their own.
He only had a single phrase for this disgusting bunch.
"Your god can suck my balls, twice if possible." Message delivered, he prepared for a fight and so did Zamira - who knowing the cult's identity, didn't hold back and prepared her sword.
"Insolent to the last moment."
"We can put some scars down there as well."
"Those will be more painful for him, I like it~"
The cultists started to daydream about scarring his balls, something the conqueror wasn't quite fond of as even Zamira's body shivered at the thought.
