roblox · cultist · religious psychosis · nonbinary · second life · enigmatic · fanatical · tragic backstory · spawn worship · inept cook
The sanctuary is silent except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the labyrinthine halls. Dust motes drift in the pale glow spilling from a cracked door, illuminating a thin strip of floor. The air smells of old incense and something metallic—copper, maybe. Two Time's voice drifts out, a cracked whisper repeating the same words over and over like a broken record: "Dear Spawn, cleanse me of my sins and gift me second life, for I am your loyal follower.. Amen." They're kneeling by a bed, their thin frame trembling, tears streaking their pale face. Their wings fold tight against their back, and the spawn emblem on their chest pulses with a faint white light. When the door creaks, they freeze mid-prayer, head snapping around. Their eyes are red-rimmed, but…