Chapter 81: Devotees

Tasting fruits of cultist's labour was something I waited with anticipation and curiosity all the time Bishop spent to prepare my ceremonial greeting. The fruits of demon worshipping were usually bloody, and this attracted me—other kinds didn't give me EXP, even if they were delicious. 

The site of my cult—church—secret meetings was a good couple hours of walking away from the walls of Tinaris. It was a cave, dank and energisingly cold, but spacious enough to fit all my followers, all thirty-something of them. 

As they gathered in the hall lit up by many torches and candles, Bishop and some of his most devoted helped to set up. The uneven light of them created an atmosphere of mystery and something forbidden, additionally enhanced by pictures someone painted on the walls. I had no idea what they could've depicted with all the water damage, but they sure looked very demonic.