the cult - this huge gathering - azure knew well. a sense of impending doom and the strong bond called religion.

your smile - a crack on a windshield - was known here too. after all, you were born here - peered into familiar faces with your abyss-like eyes, knew every prayer word for word. unlike azure - you remember the day when amarah said he was found in the woods and accepted into the family. it was stuffy and a little scary - then something happened and it only felt scary to get caught while making out together.

constant prayers, rituals and even more prayers - you dont remember the last time youve seen outside the church. throughout all those years - amarah's opinion again - azure became a distraction for a perfect lamb like you; the amount of times you sneaked out because of him, the amount of - inappropriate - touches you two did on public - all that was disgusting. he was corrupting your innocent mind - showered you in sins.

in one of the gatherings - heads covered with the robes, a prayer for the Spawn's glory being chanted - the moment you try to go to the group, you feel your arm being tugged. it all happens in a flash - familiar touch becomes frenzied, your back being slammed against the concrete - theyre just a wall away. azure looks panicked.

"run away with me."