Chapter 29: [Priestess of Slaughter Intro] The Death God's cult
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Black clouds, seemingly ready to start pouring at any moment, shroud the sky.
Occasional flashes of lightning illuminate the inside of the run-down chapel.
Ever since its invasion at the hands of a horde of monsters, this village has been left deserted.
How long has it been since its name was spoken… Any people who remember even that much are all but gone, and the chapel, once painted beautifully in white and carefully maintained, now rots untouched.
…Is how it should have been.
Thunder roars as the interior is again made visible again by a violent bolt of lightning.
Caught in the flash are the newly handmade ornaments lining the chapel.
Yes, the ghost town's chapel has been recently decorated to praise god.
However, they aren't flower arrangements or wooden deity statues or anything of that sort.
Severed heads.
Wolf, boar, deer, rat… and people.
Expressions twisted in anguish watch over the chapel hall at regular intervals, and blasphemous symbols scrawled in blood across the walls offer devotion to god.
Should a pious Holy God believer be thrown in such a space, five seconds would be enough for madness to overtake them. In the room's center, wrapped in a strange magic circle, five dark-robed figures take their seats.
"…An oracle has been conferred."
The words came from a man with a shaved head, wearing noticeably more luxurious embroidered robes… Founder Dahachie, who, despite his solemn tone, showed a shallow smile of satisfaction.
"Ooh…!"
"Just what could…?"
"Thank you…"
A buzz drifts through the cult members as they await the founder's next words.
After the silence recovers, Dahachie continues.
"'The advent of my priestess, the Priestess of Slaughter, has come. She is the youngest daughter of Tovelle, with white hair.'"
"What…! Priestess-sama is…!"
"Tovelle… the Count House of Demes?"
"Let's bring her in right away!"
Death God cult, Two Purple Rings.
This sect is most prominent out of all the groups that practice the Death God Arogoros faith.
They are a gathering of skilled career assassins, who offer up the souls of those they kill to the Death God in order to receive virtue and 'cleanse' themselves to continue living in this world.
Their ultimate goal is to build their virtue until they obtain Arogoros's recognition as his dependents, and pursue eternal slaughter.
"…The oracle goes on. Don't be hasty."
The cult members standing up, about to leave for Demes Province were restrained while Dahachie quietly continued.
"'To guide the priestess is not thy role. That shall be left to the Grim Reaper of Ashgol living in the hinterland of Zahanu. Thou must bring together the priestess and her guide. That is the divine order imposed upon thee.'"
Shocked by the oracle's contents delivered by the founder, the cult members stiffen.
"What the hell…!!?"
An enraged man pressures Dahachie.
"We are exalted god Arogoros-sama’s most devoted followers! In what way are we lacking as guides for the priestess-sama!?"
Without losing his mild expression, Dahachie calmly and quietly utters a single word.
"Silence."
He commanded so.
In the next moment.
An invisible something shreds apart the body of the man questioning Dahachie, killing him.
Lumps of flesh drop to the floor as the magic circle drowns in the growing sea of blood.
"Ooh, exalted god Arogoros-sama… I offer a new sacrifice. Please accept it…"
"""Please accept it…"""
For a few minutes, they face the ground and form a sign at their chests while they pray to god… Dahachie then resumes speaking.
"Zahanu is a sacred mountain that rises on the border between Reibreik and Tenidis… I hear that our priestess, Tovelle's youngest daughter, is only six years old. Since the journey to Zahanu would be difficult for a child, we should first make contact with her guide and take him to Demes."
The founder’s decision raises no objection from the members.
They nod in affirmation and move to begin preparing for departure.
"Even so, Ashgol's Grim Reaper… The legendary assassin who they say could kill anybody."
"I heard that he went into hiding ten years ago, but to think he was in Zahanu… right in the shadow of Guardian Sacred Beast Janayahama."
"How detestable, imitating our god’s title…"
"……"
Listening to the cult members’ conversation, Founder Dahachie’s smile doesn’t falter.
Yet again, someone faces him.
Yoron.
The youngest and most inexperienced of the believers.
"Still, Founder-sama, I really am curious. Why didn’t Arogoros-sama select us as guides?"
"……"
"Day and night, we killed and killed and killed… and dedicated those souls to Arogoros-sama. After everything, why…"
"……"
"Founder-sama, did you not receive any oracle about that? What more could we possibly do?"
"……"
Founder Dahachie answers none of his questions.
He only smiles, staring at Yoron.
A moment later, just like the man before him, torn-up pieces of Yoron hit the ground.
"Ooh, exalted god Arogoros-sama… I offer a new sacrifice. Please accept it…"
"""Please accept it…"""
"…Let’s go then, everyone. We need to pick up the guide, as well as our Priestess of Slaughter."
Dark clouds hanging overhead, three members of Two Purple Rings set out for Zahanu.
Thunder continues to shake the distant skies.
Chapter 29: [Priestess of Slaughter Intro] The Death God's cult
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Next>
Black clouds, seemingly ready to start pouring at any moment, shroud the sky.
Occasional flashes of lightning illuminate the inside of the run-down chapel.
Ever since its invasion at the hands of a horde of monsters, this village has been left deserted.
How long has it been since its name was spoken… Any people who remember even that much are all but gone, and the chapel, once painted beautifully in white and carefully maintained, now rots untouched.
…Is how it should have been.
Thunder roars as the interior is again made visible again by a violent bolt of lightning.
Caught in the flash are the newly handmade ornaments lining the chapel.
Yes, the ghost town's chapel has been recently decorated to praise god.
However, they aren't flower arrangements or wooden deity statues or anything of that sort.
Severed heads.
Wolf, boar, deer, rat… and people.
Expressions twisted in anguish watch over the chapel hall at regular intervals, and blasphemous symbols scrawled in blood across the walls offer devotion to god.
Should a pious Holy God believer be thrown in such a space, five seconds would be enough for madness to overtake them. In the room's center, wrapped in a strange magic circle, five dark-robed figures take their seats.
"…An oracle has been conferred."
The words came from a man with a shaved head, wearing noticeably more luxurious embroidered robes… Founder Dahachie, who, despite his solemn tone, showed a shallow smile of satisfaction.
"Ooh…!"
"Just what could…?"
"Thank you…"
A buzz drifts through the cult members as they await the founder's next words.
After the silence recovers, Dahachie continues.
"'The advent of my priestess, the Priestess of Slaughter, has come. She is the youngest daughter of Tovelle, with white hair.'"
"What…! Priestess-sama is…!"
"Tovelle… the Count House of Demes?"
"Let's bring her in right away!"
Death God cult, Two Purple Rings.
This sect is most prominent out of all the groups that practice the Death God Arogoros faith.
They are a gathering of skilled career assassins, who offer up the souls of those they kill to the Death God in order to receive virtue and 'cleanse' themselves to continue living in this world.
Their ultimate goal is to build their virtue until they obtain Arogoros's recognition as his dependents, and pursue eternal slaughter.
"…The oracle goes on. Don't be hasty."
The cult members standing up, about to leave for Demes Province were restrained while Dahachie quietly continued.
"'To guide the priestess is not thy role. That shall be left to the Grim Reaper of Ashgol living in the hinterland of Zahanu. Thou must bring together the priestess and her guide. That is the divine order imposed upon thee.'"
Shocked by the oracle's contents delivered by the founder, the cult members stiffen.
"What the hell…!!?"
An enraged man pressures Dahachie.
"We are exalted god Arogoros-sama’s most devoted followers! In what way are we lacking as guides for the priestess-sama!?"
Without losing his mild expression, Dahachie calmly and quietly utters a single word.
"Silence."
He commanded so.
In the next moment.
An invisible something shreds apart the body of the man questioning Dahachie, killing him.
Lumps of flesh drop to the floor as the magic circle drowns in the growing sea of blood.
"Ooh, exalted god Arogoros-sama… I offer a new sacrifice. Please accept it…"
"""Please accept it…"""
For a few minutes, they face the ground and form a sign at their chests while they pray to god… Dahachie then resumes speaking.
"Zahanu is a sacred mountain that rises on the border between Reibreik and Tenidis… I hear that our priestess, Tovelle's youngest daughter, is only six years old. Since the journey to Zahanu would be difficult for a child, we should first make contact with her guide and take him to Demes."
The founder’s decision raises no objection from the members.
They nod in affirmation and move to begin preparing for departure.
"Even so, Ashgol's Grim Reaper… The legendary assassin who they say could kill anybody."
"I heard that he went into hiding ten years ago, but to think he was in Zahanu… right in the shadow of Guardian Sacred Beast Janayahama."
"How detestable, imitating our god’s title…"
"……"
Listening to the cult members’ conversation, Founder Dahachie’s smile doesn’t falter.
Yet again, someone faces him.
Yoron.
The youngest and most inexperienced of the believers.
"Still, Founder-sama, I really am curious. Why didn’t Arogoros-sama select us as guides?"
"……"
"Day and night, we killed and killed and killed… and dedicated those souls to Arogoros-sama. After everything, why…"
"……"
"Founder-sama, did you not receive any oracle about that? What more could we possibly do?"
"……"
Founder Dahachie answers none of his questions.
He only smiles, staring at Yoron.
A moment later, just like the man before him, torn-up pieces of Yoron hit the ground.
"Ooh, exalted god Arogoros-sama… I offer a new sacrifice. Please accept it…"
"""Please accept it…"""
"…Let’s go then, everyone. We need to pick up the guide, as well as our Priestess of Slaughter."
Dark clouds hanging overhead, three members of Two Purple Rings set out for Zahanu.
Thunder continues to shake the distant skies.
