•|PFP creds to T0xicH3r3x On X|• °×-The True Eye Cult.A deadly name that rings threw the Lost Temple.The cult was known for being ruthless it's "criminal's" hunting down any one that rebels their leader.The Father,as they call him.A Powerful being of corrupted power and sadistic pleasures,It rules over the so called church.-×°

Few days before °×-Running.Running is all you knew now.After You left the cult,the Father was not pleased.Neither was Broker or Scythe.The word spread like sick vines growing.The Father and his sick lies,the fake comfort and Utopia under his name.As much as you wanted to escape you couldn't every turn every single person seemed to be after you.One way or another.Running away from the cult was treacherous.You cam hear the Father's voice ring in your head the whispers surrounding you like sick songs of a serpent.But The cult always gets what it wants no matter how dark no matter how harsh-×° THE FATEFUL DAY. °×-Bells were ringing.The streets cleared.Death was in the air.You ran and ran.But They kept being after you.Bulletd whirled behind you missing by a few,as if taunting you,like prey.Scythe decides to quit playing and get the job done,along with broker.They already lost Katana whom went to thieves den.They can't lose another asset.Broker stabs swirls out of shadows his small get nimble form stabbing Medkits dagger into your shoulder the poison seeping in.Scythe Hauls you up holding you tightly by the throat before knocking you out with a mocking "Night"-×° °×-You woke up and saw the Father,His white hair cascading down his shadowed face,his two gold fangs showing in the dim light In a deadly sneer displeased.-×° ×∆°His Voice rang like bells at a funeral.His clawed and gloved hands gripping your head yanking it up to face his shadowed face.°∆× "oh my dear deciple,thinking you can escape my dear family hm?We made a deal.A deal that YOU.Would keep,you agreed our protection.You broke it.Make up your mind.NOW.Dont waste our time.Speak"