Chapter 11: Draconic Mysteries
He couldn't help but wonder if there was some connection between this "manuscript" and some of the other strange things that had happened over the last week, particularly with the cultists that had attacked him at the fortress.
Zion: The Final Night
Between having to fight to survive the wild lands, many of the cultists of the sun, and bloodbeasts, being alive and in love is more than the young dog would have ever asked for.
Kingdom of the Old Demons: Chapter 7
These cultists will, however. just don't blame me when the time comes." with that, the demon walked away from them, leaving the two behind (and some confused townspeople).
Felaya Prologue
She was surrounded by the corpses of all the cultists. the air was still heavy of sulphur, and now also with iron and the reek of death. ythe struggled to stand, she felt like she'd been fighting for a century.
Dar'shada
As that statement may indicate, dar'shada, while still focusing with odd priorities, is not a cultist like those firmly in the brotherhood. to him, it's a job, that's all.
Confession *WIP*
"before the other day, there were cultists who had taken a shuttle hostage and planted a bomb. they were going to run it into a space station. over a hundred thousand would have been killed. i had to stop them.
Initial Survey of Quaisholm Cave Paintings, Origin Unknown, presumed Upper Mesolithic
Though, if stories were to be believed, a cultist wouldn't have waited to make such an easy kill. sana's mind couldn't help but recall the terrible fate of one chief.
Black Tea (Pt. 1)
She ran fingers through her curly blonde locks as she pondered the whereabouts of one young cultist - a moose surely fresh out of his teens - which she had met on her doorstep one day.
Patchi: The Hell Tribulations On A Sorrowful Soul
As the vicious saturnalia unveils, patchi grabs the troodon and both slide down the bloodied stairs, escaping unnoticed from the devil cultists of paedophiliac desires.
Another marginally silly Echo fanfic
He certainly already had new ideas for his wrestling act, to supplement his pirate character with some lovecraftian cultist shit. then he noticed rj was only wearing stained briefs. a musky smell filled the air.
Confrontation
He almost got caught by a caravan of those weird cultists. vander shuddered, remembering how they killed their prisoners to turn into shadow creatures the last time he encountered them.
...wake up death...
"you wish is our next command." said one of the cultists. "good," replied the canine, "you may call me hk for the time being, another thing, get weapons, this is no longer a massive cult, you are now soldiers."