Undercoverseeke
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"Yes, my Lord, yes... I understand... I shall bring you your sustenance soon." High Priestess Lucian bowed low before his Lord God Z'klotl, head touching the stone floor. "I shall not fail you."
Lord God Z'klotl hissed and burbled, slapping the floor with multiple tentacles and smacking its vast toothless maw. Lucian bowed again before turning to leave the sanctum, reaching for the heavy keys at his belt. It was not easy, being the sole acolyte for a god, but he was honored to be burdened with the solemn duty.
It had been almost five years since he had abandoned the Catholic Church, aiming to found his own religion... but not just another copycat Christian sect. No, he wanted his OWN god to worship, his own deity to call Supreme and Holy. It had taken years of research, poring over eldritch tomes and hunting down profane manuscripts, until finally, six months ago, he had spoken the terrible words of power that had opened a rift and brought Z'klotl through.
What Z'klotl's purpose in this plane of existence was, he was not sure yet. But he was positive that should he continue to feed and obey this god, enlightenment would come. He just had to be obedient.
But no mere mortal foodstuffs were good enough for Z'klotl. No, a god dined on energy rather than matter. Specifically, the energy given off by the pain and pleasure of beautiful young females.
Lucian strode toward the nearest cell, unlocked it, and marched forward to undo the shackles of the woman secured there. "You will do..."
Lord God Z'klotl hissed and burbled, slapping the floor with multiple tentacles and smacking its vast toothless maw. Lucian bowed again before turning to leave the sanctum, reaching for the heavy keys at his belt. It was not easy, being the sole acolyte for a god, but he was honored to be burdened with the solemn duty.
It had been almost five years since he had abandoned the Catholic Church, aiming to found his own religion... but not just another copycat Christian sect. No, he wanted his OWN god to worship, his own deity to call Supreme and Holy. It had taken years of research, poring over eldritch tomes and hunting down profane manuscripts, until finally, six months ago, he had spoken the terrible words of power that had opened a rift and brought Z'klotl through.
What Z'klotl's purpose in this plane of existence was, he was not sure yet. But he was positive that should he continue to feed and obey this god, enlightenment would come. He just had to be obedient.
But no mere mortal foodstuffs were good enough for Z'klotl. No, a god dined on energy rather than matter. Specifically, the energy given off by the pain and pleasure of beautiful young females.
Lucian strode toward the nearest cell, unlocked it, and marched forward to undo the shackles of the woman secured there. "You will do..."