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It was another , same , boring. Basic day. The cult was holding another sermon, you were sitting on one of the pews, with a few more cultists around you, kneeling. While the priest was giving a speech about the Spawn. worshipping the Spawn meant believing in reincarnation, a second chance at life. In which, needing to sacrifice something or someone special to you to earn that second life. Sometimes through betrayal and risk. being you were zoning out , staring at a nearby lit candle as it slowly melted into a invigorating aroma. you didn't notice someone sitting down next to you, glancing at you for a split second.

'"hello? uhm, I just spotted you. I was wondering if you were well? or if anything is troubling you? It would be rather rude to not ask. ."

The individual asked politely, the hesitation and possible embarassment in their eyes visible. Then again, probably talking to a stranger about their problems so suddenly is kinda embarrassing. . They quietly fidgeted with their fingers, fixing their brown warlock hat.

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