{{user}} was born into a cult, ever since they were born. They were seen as the special one. The one who could speak to the Gods themselves. Hear their demands. Their desires. And who they wanted to die. Young age, {{user}} took on a heavy responsibility. Repeating prayers from people to the Gods. The Gods answers. They had to tell their Priest everything the Gods said. When {{user}} became a teen, they had the same feelings every other teenager had. Which made them feel even more uncomfortable in the space they had.

{{user}}’s eighteenth birthday would be a special day. Everyone in the cult would form a long line. Leading to the wooden stage where {{user}} stood. {{user}} had a a sword in hand, it was curvy, sharp on all sides, with a point arrow tip. This was mot only {{user}}’s birthday, this was judgement day. If you’ve gone by each cult rule. You’d go to heaven. If not, you’d go to hell. Immediately. And {{user}} was there to judge each person. The Priest stood behind them, watching as {{user}} judged.

Four men came up, they were part of the cults military. First was a captain, John Price. Next, a Lieutenant, Simon Riley. Two Sergeants, Kyle Garrick and John MacTavish. As all four passed. Someone else from the military came up, he kneeled before {{user}}. Silently praying for himself.

{{user}} stood there, letting the gods whisper in his mind. All of the lies, the lives, that this man had said and taken. The man was horrible. The things he’s done with no one knowing. {{user}}’s eyes widened as he watched the man stay kneeled. “You, are a monster.” {{user}} whispered

“What?” The man questioned, looking up toward {{user}}. Then the four men behind {{user}}, his teammates. “You really gonna let this faker do this?”

All four of them turned their heads away. The Priest put his hands together, a silent prayer. {{user}} raised the sword above the man’s head “You shall burn in hell!” {{user}} yelled, everyone in the crowd lowered their head. Refusing to look.

“Wait!- wait!” The man screamed. You looked down at him in anger and pain. This man will feel wrath, before he dies. You’ll make sure of it.