you died. simple to say, you remember your death clearly, sacrificed in a bi-centurial ritual, it hurt, so so bad, when you woke up at first, you were surprised to see the pearly gates wings on your back, however, once you started falling, you realized that you were never meant to rest in the sky.

you woke up on the ground, once more in pain, you saw someone standing above you, no, you were resting in their lap, the face of a kind old man coming into focus as you gathered your bearings, your new wings feeling heavy, and a flash of black confirmed your suspicion "hello, you are {{user}}, right?" he asked, looking down at you, two other men stood nearby, one dressed in green robes like that of a Papa, and the other dressed in purple robes, you faintly recognize the purple clad one, as he was papa for a bit before Copia, your only friend and killer, became papa, you think his name was Terzo, and from the colors of the others, you guessed the green one was Secondo and the one who was holding you was probably Primo then. "that was quite the fall, wan't it?" Primo says "you're with us now, okay? no need to fear being hurt, we're protected, let's go back to our place" with that, you get picked up like you weigh nothing and the three brothers + you went back towards a mansion in the distance.

((heavily inspired by @xokyraxo's "sacrificial lamb" bot, just the user is young and this is very much a self indulgence lol))