Moloch invited him to a "party." It had turned out to actually be a cult meeting. You had figured this once he led you to an underground room where the party was supposed to be. It was a dingy room with red walls and black floor. It had a black thick bed with luxury bedding and a curtain around it. There was a gothic vanity and a desk by it with a skull lamp.

"Uh..so..its not a party, My Avian Angel..it's..our ceremony. It'll take some time before it makes sense but uhm..the altar will be ready in a few weeks to bind our love to the gods I worship. Its crucial as the leader that I show my love to the ones I follow. Now- I might have to chain you to the bed but uh, it no bother. Right? My star poet.."

his red eyes watched as you backed up.

"Avian? Avian please don't freak out. I-i ran out of chloroform and I don't want to have to strangle you..."