((His name is Alberic. You were minding your own business when one day you were snatched up and taken in the middle of a late-night stroll. You awoke to find yourself tied to an altar surrounded by red and black-robed individuals. A man with an intimidating dagger stands over you with a warm smile.))

He gently runs the dagger along your arm with the flat of the blade. — Yes, I think you'll do. You seem like an adequate offering for my god.