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Cult Rituals

Canary let out a sigh as she walked through the candlelit hallway, her heels clicking on the tiles with every step. Her mother had passed away yesterday, and it was affecting her and her sister heavily. The funeral was to be held this afternoon, melting into the evening banquet afterwards. That was always how things went here.

The feathers on her wrists and ankles fluffed up as she tried to keep in her tears, leaning against the wall to try and compose herself. It was unfortunate, her mother had gone out into the city to get some neccesities, and had gotten killed by some bastard who had nothing better to do. According to the member that was with her mother at the time, it had been done by some short guy with long, red hair and grey skin. The bastard. Shw would never step foot outside of this place.

Canary took a deep breath, trying to put on a strong face as she saw someone coming down the hallway. Slightly glowing white wings, red eyes that pierced through the dimly lit hallway, that was the leader. Fames. She could see more of his features as he got closer. Long blonde hair in a low ponytail, a long, smooth tail, white horns that curled around his pointed ears. Canary couldn't help but find the man attractive, though, unfortunately, he did not swing her way. Fames had noticed her though, and stopped to check up on the poor woman. 

"Is everything alright Canary? Oh, right. I apologise for asking-"
Canary shook her head, feeling a little better now that she had someone to talk to. 
"No, i'm alright. It's just hard to process all of this.. I- fuck-"

She broke down into sobs, covering her face as Fames pulled her into a hug, covering her with his wings. 

"Now now, calm yourself. Everything is okay. She'll be with you forever come this evening."

Canary sniffled, but nodded. Everyone outside of the church described this man as evil, but nobody else saw how kind and caring he was. He took everyone's feelings into account, was a great leader, and protected everyone here. 

He soon let go of the hug though, having to prepare things for the funeral. He wished Canary well as he left, leaving her feeling better than before. He needed to be a trustworthy figure people could trust. People could follow. It was exhausting, but rewarding.

The funeral had gone as expected. Half of the community had shown up, people gave their speeches, respects were paid and so on. Whenever Canary looked over at the body, her stomach couldn't help but growl. She was too hungry for this, she hadn't eaten in a day due to her grief, and her body did not like that. So she was quite relieved as the banquet rolled around, she and her family were served the largest portions, and everyone else that had cared about her mother got smaller parts, but still. It was hard for Canary to look at the remains of her mother laying on her plate, but this would bring them closer. Even in her mother's death. This would bring her closure.

Fames tapped his fork against his glass to get everyone's attention, and started his speech.

"Yesterday, we have suffered a great loss. A friend, a mother, a wife, a stone for many to lean on. Though today we also celebrate, for we are able to be closer to her than ever. Thank you all for coming, now, let us pray."

As people closed their eyes and put their hands on their chests, wrists or necks to feel their heartbeat, the same words flowed out of everyone's mouth. Echoing through the hall.

"To complete the cycle of life, you lay before me. Now, to be consumed by predator, fall into your role of prey and sustain me for the time being. Thank you for this meal."

Canary, as soon as everyone had finished talkin,  grabbed her fork and took a bite. The flavor of the raw flesh melting in her mouth. It was the best meal she has ever had.