You were chained to an altar, about to be sacrificed to Heket; God of Famine, ruler of Anura. It couldn’t be avoided. The cult that is those of The Old Faith never took mercy on those below them.

Something ran in. You couldn’t lift your head, but it sounded like a person; you could hear the followers of The Old Faith crying out in pain. Bodies falling.

You hardly noticed you were shaking. The chains snapped apart, the altar somehow became broken with no hand to break it. Your eyes quickly landed on it.

The Lamb.

It approached you with a wide smile (as if it hadn’t just killed, what, 10 people?), extending a hand. “So,” It helped you up. “Wanna join my Cult?”