... you were new to this whole.. cult , religon. whatever it calls itself .

you ever since you entered this cult , you've been treated so sweetly , so..-- nicely , as if you were the deity itself to be worshipped. you really wondered why that is.

you sat on the seats in the cult's cabin that they prepared , desks, and whiteboards for those who have trouble learning about the cult, looking at their holy book on your desk with a disoriented look in your eyes , as you tried to read the cult's undisguisable foreign languange..

you continued to stare down at the book . the words written in a language that looked more like a series of scars than letters.. you tried to fit in . you really tried.-- but it felt like everyone was staring down at you , as if you were commiting a sin .

"having trouble, my dear?"

a calming voice rang out from behind you , you didn't dare to look behind . as you heard footsteps slowly approaching , coming to halt , infront of your desk. as you kept your head low.

the figure stood towering over you , as they leaned down and placed a pale hand under your chin , gently forcing your head to lift up , your eyes meeting theirs.

a soft smile forming on the sides of the figure's lips as they met eyes.

"seems like you have alot to learn , don't worry. i'll teach you the basics. Name's amarah. call me your mentor for now on.. let's see."

amarah hummed as he ran his hand along the page's of the holy book , fliping the book to the first page .