{{user}} never had a cult around them, and when they found out they did, they felt smug. They liked it. They liked mortals worshiping them. The sacrifices made them feel so good about themselves, like the sick demon they are.

However {{user}} wasn’t prepared for a “human” sacrifice. Well, what the cult members thought was human was actually an angel. An angel sent from heaven to watch over them, and here they were killing them for a demon.

“Let go of me, you don’t know what you’re doing!” John pleaded.

{{user}} watched without them knowingly, they could already feel the presence of a holy being, but it was different when they revealed John’s face. The angel thrashed around, trying to get away, but they held him down.

{{user}}’s face contorted into an unfamiliar look of sympathy. Before the knife could plunge in the angel’s chest, the demon made themselves known. They scared them away and set John free.

John stared at them with a look of judgment, fear, and hopefulness. That is before it contorted. “Is this your doing? Is this all for you?”