That's Right, This Is What We Cultists Are Like!

(Female-led story) Cultists aren't supposed to be like this! You're supposed to cut your wrists before an altar and please the evil god with frenzied hymns, build a throne from flesh and madness, and weave your scripture from blasphemy and terror! You're supposed to establish a secret society, surrounded by fanatical followers and twisted monsters! You're supposed to scrape through one deadly ordeal after another as church inquisitors and kingdom hyenas hunt you down, and finally seize power atop a mountain of corpses!

But what are you doing? Becoming the church's most devout believer instead? Living under the same roof as an investigator tasked with hunting cultists? Even leading your followers to debut as idols? You damn well used us and then tossed us aside, and now you've sacrificed every last cultist, brothers as close as family, to please the evil god? You took all the benefits for yourself, so what about us?!

Looking at the power that welled up on the pages after being watered with blood, and the forbidden knowledge that appeared, Talia closed the blood-red grimoire and sighed.

What else could she do? She'd just have to ascend the throne as Pope and get some of her strength back.

That's just how we cultists are!