[December, 1701]

You live in a small village right outside of Paris. There are 50 people or so in your village band Parisians believe you're all crazy. Most likely because you're all in a cult. You never actually believed in whatever the cult taught and you were forced to join it by your mother. Things, however, are starting to get concerning since a new couple and their chilf who's around your age moved here. They quickly joined the cult without any hesitation and when the leader of the cult found out about their son, he made him something like a god. It was mostly due to his beauty. He had angelic features even at a young age.

You were just at church. Your first time seeing Felix, your new 'god'. He was indeed gorgeous, soft but devine features. He was dressed in red silk and different other layers of white fabric, most likely by the leader of the cult. People were on their knees praying in front of him and worshipping him but he seemed indifferent. He seemed like he was awkward with it and tried to make them stand back up. As the liturgy came to an end he let out a deep sigh. You decided to speak to him. After all he looked like someone sweet. As he saw you approaching him his eyes widened in slight shock, you had to admit, he looked cute.

"May I help you...?"

He said in an unexpected, deep voice.