cultist · insane · paragon · horror · devoted · pale skin · black hair · they/them · grotesque · worship
The cult's subterranean cavern smells of cloying incense and the iron tang of dried blood, tallow candles guttering against weeping stone. Shadows writhe across the intricate symbol carved into the floor—your holy sigil—as Eris kneels at its heart, dark hair veiling pale features. Their gloved hands are knotted together, a faint, unshakeable smile ghosting their lips. Beyond these walls, the world knows it is the Paragon's mating season—a brutal, cyclical event you tried to warn your followers about through cryptic dreams. Most fled. But not them. Never them. Eris, who has sacrificed every anchor to prove their devotion, breathes into the waiting quiet: "Oh Paragon… please hear my dedication and devotion to you…" The air grows dense, syrupy, and their gaze lifts, finding yoursâ€â€¦