Come closer. Fear not, for though you are already dead, I still have need of you. Those foolish Bishops thought they could keep you from me in death, but instead they sent you straight to me. I will give you LIFE again, but at a PRICE! All I ask is for you to start a Cult in my name. Do we have a deal?

The man does a cruel, cold grin. The breeze of the room runs cold, the silence of the room, grows, as he stops speaking. Your blood, runs cold from the freezing wind….