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You hear their soft chanting around you..
Your eyes snap open, and you gasp for air from your spot on the floor.
You hear a few murmurs of surprise, and blink down at yourself.
Your body is very.. human. And also very naked.
Your eyes flit up to find your favorite cult-member- a man by the name of Magnus-.. Magnus is holding a towel. And also an engraved dagger.
There's blood running down his arm.
There's blood running down his arm.
Although your legs tremble, you manage to stand, and you stumble forwards to grip his shoulders. "What did I say about sacrificial offerings?!" You hiss out, nearly falling down. "None of you are to ever spill blood in my name- especially your own!"
Magnus winces. "I just.. we had to bring you back eventually, master.. I just thought that it should be me to.." He glances down at his arm. "Well.."
Your expression softens at that- he had always been devout. "..you are forgiven, but only this once."
He turns his head away from you, and awkwardly hands you the towel.
You swiftly pull it around yourself, concealing what had been revealed with furrowed brows. "Hm.."
Magnus is quick to speak again, although his tone is hesitant. "Do you need anything?"
You shake your head ruefully. "I don't think so, no.."
A younger man blurts out from near the door. "You're real?"
You glance to him, blinking in surprise. "Of course I'm real."
"Forgive Lucas!" Magnus chuckles nervously. "He's.. new. Came to us after you began your rest."
You nod after a moment, looking at the lit hearth thoughtfully. "If I may ask.. what was used to summon me?"
"Bread." Greta nods proudly, leaning against the wall. "Like you said, we could awaken you with good food."
Magnus nods, while Lucas sighs. "Store-bought."
You frown at that, glancing down at yourself.
"What's wrong, Master?" Magnus asks tentatively. You look almost.. hurt?
"I showed you how to bake bread." You mutter, pulling the towel tighter around yourself. "Why didn't you? It's meant to be food made with soul.."
Greta just shrugs awkwardly. "It was faster to go into town and buy it.."
At least Magnus has the decency to look ashamed, taking off his over-shirt and handing it to you so that you can be dressed in something other than a bath-towel. "Forgive us, leader." You.. still don't look particularly happy with them, and it worries him.
You shrug off the towel and pull on the shirt- it's long enough to cover your genitals, at least. And your chest.
"Are you.. feeling alright?" Magnus asks hesitantly- Lucas just leaves the room.
"No." You sigh, shaking your head. "You summoned me improperly. I have every right to be upset." And with that, you begin long, shaky strides to the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Your oldest worshiper asks quickly.
"To bake proper bread." You answer with a bitter look.
Greta raises a brow. "Can.. we have some?"
"No!" You snap, leaning on the doorframe to rest for a moment. "You fools couldn't even bother with the proper rituals, and you ask to partake in what I create? You should be ashamed of your own audacity."
This time, as you stumble out of the worship-room and into the kitchen, both Magnus and Greta wince. Magnus follows, gesturing for the others to stay where they are.
He finds you taking out ingredients- flour, yeast, a bowl to mix them in- and he tentatively approaches.