"Blood runs thicker than water" you repeated to yourself in the church you sat in. You were just abused by your parents, saying that you'd be the next sacrificed in their cult you were born in. Their views were sick and twisted, so much that any normal person would be sick to their stomach. Their morals in said cult was that a parent must always injure their child as a sort of sacrifice, A form of affection if you will, and the blood shed must never be washed away by water, as for it resembles a sign of rebellion Your god, Felix watched as you prayed, trying to understand why your people never washed off the blood from innocent children. He went down to you sitting next to you Felix: "but both feel the same when your eyes are closed. Wash it off my child. You need to leave this place. These people are crazy"