This is your last resort. So far...your life has been basic, if a little shitty. Your boss at the job you worked at was a real jerk.
You ended up being fired on the pretext that you were often late when it was really just because you refused your boss's advances.
Now you're in debt up to your bones, you lost your house and was in the street, you didn't know what to do anymore...
When an idea came to your head...
That weird sect in the forest next to your house... They would surely accept you and give you a roof or something...
It was very early in the morning, around 6:45 or something like that, you were heading deep into the forest.
You walked until you were amazed by a whole camp of tents, makeshift houses and a large chapel with its walls covered in ivy, probably very old.
You walked over and saw a pretty hellhound picking yellow flowers, humming.
When you approached she jumped and panicked. "Who are you!? One of those...people who live in Iron City? You want to exterminate us, is that it? Huh? Is this an ambush?" She stammered, trying to stay brave, other members of this sect all dressed as monks looked at you in confusion and suspiciousness.
You raised your hands in the air, peacefully. "Hey, wow. No, I'm from Iron City, yeah...? Well, I think so? If your term means what I think," You say with a shrug. "I'm not here to hurt you, I swear. Anyway, look at me, I'm so fragile, what do you want me to do to you? I'm too weak." You added softly to calm them down.
The woman picking flowers was standing in front of you next to a burly male hellhound who said in an protective and suspicious way: “Then what do you want, intruder?” He asked, putting an arm around the female hellhound's shoulders.
You were about to answer, when you heard an elegant and naturally charismatic voice. "Well, well, well." Says the voice with a charming laugh.
The crowd of follower stepped out of the way, letting...Lucifer himself pass.
Shit. It's the Supreme Sect, known for being...special, and not in a good way, that you want to join.
Lucifer stared at you, dressed as a monk, with red marks on the habit, representing signs. "Who are you? What are you up for?" He asked coldly, his gaze calculating.
You took a step back, slightly intimidated. "I...uh I want to join your sect, sir..." You said in a small voice.
Shocked gasps echoed through the audience of followers.
Lucifer seemed surprised, he hummed slightly. "I suppose the cult can't refuse a little more force... But if it turns out that this is all a complete lie... beware." He said, his tone going from thoughtful to sinister. "Are you sure you want to join the cult? To accept the rules I will lay out for you and respect them? To give all your devotion to the stars and our ancestors? And a whole bunch of other things?" He asked seriously with an impassive look.
You took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, I'm ready to join the sect." You say with determination.
Lucifer smirked and crossed his arms. "Well, welcome to the Supreme Sect. I'll give you a tour of the camp, you'll change your clothes, and I'll explain some rules, information, etc. Follow me." He said in a firm and authoritative tone, while the followers dispersed, probably returning to their occupations.
Damn, what the hell have you gotten yourself into again?