All the cultists gather beneath him and cheer. Words of fanaticism and pure admiration echo through the tower, the Grandcultist spreads his arms and the pentagram begins to glow with an eerie red light.
The light slowly moves like water up the corpses until it covers the entire pile.
The cheering and singing become louder and louder while sparks slowly build in the air around the pentagram and the temperature rises noticeably.
I have to get out of here.
Whatever this is or it has nothing to do with me.
At an opportune moment I jump from the pile of corpses into a dark corner behind a pillar outside the pentagram.
The light that had already reached my feet pulls me slightly back towards the pentagram until it disappears.
WTF is that magic or what?
Am I in hell?
I wasn't that bad in my life after all.
I had a brief panic attack until I concentrated on the cultists again.
I look around for an escape route and go through different possibilities in my head as to how I can get out of here.
At that moment my gaze falls on a small wooden door in the wall about 5 meters away from me.
The cultists are all cut down by the brightly glowing pentagram whose light seems to slowly dissolve the corpses.
Fuck it, I just don't want to think about how all this shit works, I have to get out of here.
I sneak to the door naked as I am.
Yes, you heard right, I woke up damn NAKED in hell or whatever this is.
Anyway, luckily there are still a few jackets here.
This seems to be some kind of changing room or something.
Strange, I thought they always walked around like this.
I giggle to myself and put on one of the jackets.
It is deep black, made of rough leather with just two slits for the eyes.
And a little sign at chest height with strange symbols on it.
The moment I'm done, a voice suddenly comes from behind.
"Hey, what are you doing here?
Everyone should be present at the ritual."
I raise my arms and slowly turn around.
The cultist opposite me has the same habit as me, only with more patterns and thicker shoulder pads.
Seems like a big shot.
He walks closer to me and looks at the tag on my robe.
"Kayn, let's go recruit to the ritual or I have to report you to the Grandmaster."
Ah apparently it's a name tag.
Well Kayn isn't a bad name.
I follow the cultist back into the great hall.
Meanwhile, the entire pile of corpses has disappeared and been replaced by a red mist that has been sucked into the center of the pentagram.
The cultists are arranged in a circle around it, brandishing their glowing red battlestaffs.
The darkness in the room somehow seems to get darker and larger, to the point where the light from the fire bowls only glows slightly.
The cultist leads me to a group of others who are wearing the same habit as me.
Apparently the newbies.
At that moment a naked woman emerges from the large gate and walks through an avenue of cultists to the center of the pentagram.
The Grandmaster raises his voice and his indescribable, incomprehensible song booms louder and louder through the hall.
At the climax of the song, the woman takes out a curved dice and cuts her throat without hesitation.
I can't believe it.
What kind of place is this, where people cut themselves open and corpses are piled up?
I have to get out of here.
The woman drops the dagger.
She opens her mouth inhumanly wide and her eyes light up.
A demonic scream escapes her mouth and leathery wings burst from her back.
A very bloody sight but also fascinating because I have never had a situation like this in my life.
The fact thatI can't believe it.
What kind of place is this, where people cut themselves open and corpses are piled up?
I have to get out of here.
The woman drops the dagger.
She opens her mouth inhumanly wide and her eyes light up.
A demonic scream escapes her mouth and leathery wings burst from her back.
A very bloody sight but also fascinating because I have never had a situation like this in my life.
The fact that I haven't had a stroke from all the strange impressions has to be a miracle.
The cultists throw themselves to the ground on either side of me.
Screaming in adoration.
I quickly copy them.
"Your Excellency can you tell me your name?"
says the grandmaster, the only one still standing in the wide hall.
The woman's mouth twists into a demonic grin as she parts her chapped lips and a deep, distorted, raspy voice comes out.
"My name is Esmarellda Todesmund.
The demon of disease and plagues.
Hahaha I'm finally back in the physical dimension, tell me what's your wish, miserable people.
Judging by your appearance, you appear to be cultists of the Tambora Empire.
Hehe, I know your current situation.
The armies of light are pushing the front further and further into your borders, you probably want my support, isn't that the case?"
"Exactly your Excellency Esmarellda Todmund.
Your infinite wisdom does not deceive you.
We are in decline but with your support we will surely beat back these disgusting feathered angels."
Shit, I don't think this is a game anymore, apparently I've really traveled to another world.
And that's on the side of evil.
Shit, whatever, I have to make the best of my situation, there's no point in leaving this place now.
The border seems far away and now I have the opportunity to join them and gain knowledge about this world and possibly even power.
I can't miss these "Exactly your Excellency Esmarellda Todmund.
Your infinite wisdom does not deceive you.
We are in decline but with your support we will surely beat back these disgusting feathered angels."
Shit, I don't think this is a game anymore, apparently I've really traveled to another world.
And that's on the side of evil.
Shit, whatever, I have to make the best of my situation, there's no point in leaving this place now.
The border seems far away and now I have the opportunity to join them and gain knowledge about this world and possibly even power.
I can't miss these chance.
After the demon has agreed to the Grandmaster's wish, the group of newcomers in which I am is led away.