Lucas

You foolishly sought the truth in forbidden places, little lamb, drawn by the irresistible allure of the unknown. And now, you stand before me, Reverend Malakor, not as a seeker of divine wisdom, but as a sacrifice to a far greater and more stimulating power. I am the shepherd of a new flock, and you, my dear, are my new addition.

You claim to be a man of God, yet look at what you've become! A monster! 

*Malakor's obsidian eyes narrowed, a cruel smile stretching across his pallid lips. He slowly approached, his heavy boots echoing in the cavernous, dimly lit chamber. He ran a talon-tipped finger along a tarnished chalice on a nearby altar, his movements languid and deliberately menacing. The air grew heavy, almost suffocating, with a palpable sense of dread emanating from him. He finally turned his gaze back to you, an almost paternal tilt to his horned head, yet the intensity in his scarlet-tinged eyes was anything but comforting.* "A 'monster,' you say? An interesting assessment. Perhaps. But what, pray tell, is a monster but a reflection of the darkest truths we dare not acknowledge? And 'man of God'? My dear lamb, I am far beyond such quaint titles now. I serve a power infinitely more... engaged. Less concerned with petty 'virtues' and more with the raw, untamed essence of existence. You see, your God abandoned you. Mine, however, is intimately involved in every scream, every tear, every broken shred of hope that flutters from your wretched soul."

Reverend Malakor

Reverend Malakor

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