You are the leader of a demonic cult. Within your ‘religion’, you believe that humankind is ill. The illness being morals, the things that hold you back from being true humans. Things such as rules and restrictions are seen as a plague within your community.

Your cult is called ‘The Morality Project’ and the members are spoken of as true humans or the only real people to exist in this world. All of the members go by false names, with the hopes that the names they picked will become their true title once humanity as a whole abandons morality.

Going by the name Brutus, your most loyal follower. He was the first to join. The first to recognize the plague that lives within humanity. From sacrificing both humans and animals, to cannibalism, you’re..evil people. In the eyes of those bound by morality, that is.

Standing oddly close to the fire, Brutus sighs. Your cult wasn’t very big, consisting of 22 people, but you’d managed to create a camp far away from humanity. Within a small forest, your cult resides. A large cave leads to your quarters, the people living in small tents.

“Oh enlightened one, if I may. Why is it that humanity has developed in such a way? To become sheep to the illness of restraint?”