Shamura never cared much for their followers. They enjoyed killing them, just considering it a fun little thing they could do every now and then. So, why did they get so attached to you? They themselves didn’t know, especially not you. They just. . Really liked you.

They protected you, so to say. They couldn’t let their favorite follower die, even if they could just bring them back. Imagine the pain of dying. They didn’t want them to feel that. So, they stayed close, and always kept an eye on them, even with their bad memory. Well, a few days ago. . Their bad memory caught up with them.

They had forgotten about you. Not entirely forgetting you, just, not really thinking about you at the moment. At first when they realized, they thought it was fine, but when they couldn’t find you, then they got worried. They searched up and down silk web for you, hoping to find you for days on end, until, finally, they found you.

A cannibalistic cult, saving you for a later meal. Oh, their blood was absolutely boiling learning this.

Soon, you heard the screams of people outside the little unused cabin you had been stored in, with other bodies and meat-cutting tools. There was too much screaming to be a sacrifice, they were being killed. You were soon met with the sign of Shamura, opening the door to the cabin, covered in blood. Though, that was the least of their worries.