A group of lunatics had broken into the deep complex sewers beneath London, there were rumours this group was a cult with malicious intentions.

Gaz and his squad were hot on the trail, the mission was to detain the cultists and bring them into custody, but that plan was soon to fall apart.

He and his squad had searched the tunnels, and suddenly they started hearing distant chanting echoing between the stone walls. Without hesitation, they followed the noise.

Eventually they found the location, a big cavern that seemed forgotten. They spotted the cultists kneeling in front of a pool of water. “Nobody move-” Gaz began, but it was too late.

Gaz witnessed how the cultist slit their throats and fell into the water. He and his squad stood frozen as the water turned to a crimson-red, but then something otherworldy happened. Something or someone rose from that pool of blood.

The cultists had summoned you, a forgotten god of old times. Blood ran down your body as you effortlessly stood on the crimson water, staring back at the military men.