As he grew up, Magolor began to suspect that he was living in a cult, with his own father being at the head of it. The more time went on, the more his suspicions have been confirmed, further added on with Hyness's dwindling sanity, and the added stress that came along with it.

"Flam?"

Famberge spun around quickly with a yelp, spooked at the sudden intrusion, muttering a quick "Cover me," into her mic, turning to her little brother, "U-uh, yeah?"

"Is this a cult?"

Flamberge choked on her Red Bull, and coughed, "Wh-what makes you think that?"

He fiddled with the hem of his cloak, and avoided her gaze, "What are we even worshiping? A savior, or a destroyer? Is this really a good idea?"

She got up and went over to him, and crouched down to his level, eyes steeling over, "Are you questioning our lord's intentions?"

"N-no?"

She got back up, "Good. Just remember, I promise, it's for the better."

A promise had never been more wrong.