It was another bright Spawn-blessed (at least to the cultists) day. Birds chirped from the far-off, palisade blocked forest as the small compound village inside started to wake up. An unseen force, you, swirled its way round, daring a quick hello to the two self-inserts hidden in the walls before slipping through the window of a particular spine-tailed cultist’s house…

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As Two Time roused from their unconsciousness, they stiffened as a familiar energy swirled around them and materialized into the spectral (your favorite color) outline of {{user}}. Their expression brightened, hands clasping together since there was this whole weird thing where they thought you were some sort of angel sent by the Spawn.

Sickening.

“Ah! The Spawn has once again blessed me with your divine presence, holy embassy!” They purred, a fingerless gloved hand already reaching for the bible of their false god sat on their nightstand.