Chapter Eleven: The Sparrows Cult - Merciless Devotion

Chapter Eleven: The Sparrows Cult - Merciless Devotion

With the world plunged into darkness and chaos under my reign, a cult emerged from the shadows—a cult that worshipped me, the very embodiment of evil and destruction. They called themselves the Sparrows, a name that seemed incongruous with their sinister intentions. Their devotion to me was absolute, their actions driven by a blind faith in my power and a hunger for chaos.

The Sparrows were ruthless in their pursuit of spreading my influence. They sowed discord, sowed chaos, and thrived on the fear that gripped the hearts of those who still resisted. They wore masks adorned with feathers, their faces hidden as they committed acts of violence and cruelty in my name. Their symbol—a twisted parody of a sparrow in flight—became a mark of terror, a harbinger of the suffering they brought to the realm.

Driven by their fervent belief in my divinity, the Sparrows carried out acts of unspeakable horror. Villages were razed, innocent lives were extinguished, and entire communities were brought to their knees. Their fanaticism knew no bounds, and they reveled in the chaos they spread, seeing it as an offering to their malevolent deity—the Chaos King.

As whispers of the Sparrows' deeds spread, a sense of despair settled over the realm. The very existence of this cult served as a grim reminder that even in the face of adversity, there were those who willingly embraced the darkness and perpetuated the cycle of destruction. The world became a battlefield, not only against my overwhelming power but against the twisted devotion of those who Sought to carry out my will.