Cult Of Kalcon

Chapter 1 - Nice to meet you

Banner: Art of Raymond drawn by me

Content warnings:

-Alcohol consumption
-Mentions of human sacrifice
-Cringe writing

Grooann.. "whaat time is itt..?" Raymond slurred, lifting his head up from the bar to look at the friendly bartender. "Around 9!" The tender said cheerfully. Raymond relaxed his head back down against the counter. "Mm alright.." Raymond was about to doze off again before someone sat themselves besides him. There was minutes of silence before the mysterious man spoke, "ah, hello there.." He said awkwardly. "Whaat do you neeed.." Raymond asked, lifting his head up once again. His vision a bit blurry from the alcohol he had consumed. "Uuhh.. I thought you w-were rather handsome so I.. I wanted to introduce m-myself.." the man stuttered, tightly holding the beer he had brought with him. "Oh.. thank you.. I'm sure I look like a mess right now, so I appreciate it.." Raymond chuckled to himself before rubbing his eyes, he now got a better look at the man.

His skin was pale and he had medium brown hair, the bottom half of his hair was grey. his jawline was quite sharp and stubble lined his chin. his eyes were a vibrant green, and.. upon his forehead was a scar, it was a circle with an X through it, and two small V's were at the bottom of the main scar.

Raymond's body froze, that scar was the marking the cult used to identify each other, but not just that, if the marking was on someone's forehead it meant they were a cult preist and/or a higher ranking member. Raymond slowly turned to look at himself, he gave a sigh of relief as he realized he wasn't wearing his preist collar. That would've gave him away like a sore thumb. The man took a swig of his beer before speaking; "screw getting to know each other. want to get out of here pretty boy?" His demeanor had changed from awkward to flirty with just a swig, Raymond thought go himself for a moment. If I go with him I could get some information on the cult, worst outcome is he kills me for sacrifice. "Uh.. sure, why not." Raymond smiled. The man stood up from his stool and stumbled away and out the door, with Raymond following quickly behind.

As they walked down the road together Raymond decided to ask for a name; "so, what's your name exactly?" "Falcon, and yours?" Raymond walked in silence for a moment, wondering if he should give his name away or not. "Ray,," he said quietly. Falcon smiled a sly smile. "Is that short for something?" He asked. "No, just Ray. Like.. Stingray. Haha.." Raymond laughed awkwardly, hearing a small giggle come from the other man. "Heeh, that was so bad it was good." Raymond tilted his head, unsure to take that as a compliment or not. "Here we are," Falcon slowed his walking, walking up a few steps and opening the entrance door. "I have an apartment on the second floor." Falcon said, stumbling a bit as he walked in. Raymond took a deep breath before following the man.

As they walked up the steps to the second story and walked down the hallway, Raymond kept whispering prayers to himself. Begging God to keep him safe, he fucking hoped falcons intentions weren't to kill him. Falcon tumbled his keys around before unlocking his door, taking Raymond's wrist and pulling him in gently, closing the door behind them. "Want anything to drink?" Falcon asked, letting go of Ray and making his way to the kitchen. Raymond smiled softly and shook his head "no thanks, I've had enough tonight i think." He excused, taking a seat on the couch. Falcon nodded and smiled, walking over to the couch now too and sitting down next to Ray. "Do you do this often?" He asked, putting his arm around Raymond's shoulders. "U..Uh.. well, no, I only just became single so really your like.. the second person..." He muttered. "That's alright, me too." Falcon comforted. Raymond felt more relaxed knowing Falcon was in a similar position. "Ever Uh, done it with a guy though?" Falcon almost whispered, moving his free hand to the necklace around Raymond's neck. He ran his fingers over the gold cross. "I mean, this necklace says it all~" Falcon teased as Raymond gulped. "Well I.. I have, er, a few times.... in highschool..." He admitted, "but not recently, I was married for a good 10 years." Falcon nodded as he listened to Raymond, "we can take it slow if you'd like, we don't even have to do anything if you feel to nervous to do it." Falcon explained, a warm smile on his face as he moved his hand away from the cross. "O..Oh," Raymond smiled slightly, that was a nice gesture. "I'm sure I'll be fine.." Raymond spoke with a shy tone as he felt falcons warm hand caress his cheek, moving his face so they could look at each other. Falcon then leaned in and gave Raymond a sweet kiss, well.. sweet wasn't the right word. More like, intoxicating kiss. There was a faint taste of.. Blood?

The kiss got deeper, Raymond melted into it. It's like he couldn't refuse. "Mmh.." Falcon started using his tounge, getting more passionate. Raymond's heart started to race, he pulled back for a breath, his face flushed red. "O..Oh wow.. I.." Falcon dragged his hand down to Raymond's waist, pulling him onto his lap. "I quite like you, Ray~" Raymond wrapped his arms around falcons neck, leaning into him. "Mhmm.." Raymond mumbled, closing his eyes. His stomach twisted with guilt.. he was actually enjoying this, he was enjoying being around Falcon. Focus.. Focus on the plan, plan being.. get infomation. Yes get information. "Falcon, may I ask you something?" Raymond pulled back, moving his hand to falcons forehead and touching his scar. "What is, what is this?" Raymond full well knew what it was. But wanted to seem clueless.. a little bit. "Ah.. well.. er.. its a.. uh.." Falcon stammered, "if i tell you.. you won't get scared..? I mean I trust you not to tell anyone.." Falcon put his hands on Raymond's hips, "I won't tell anyone, promise!" Raymond softly kissed falcons neck, trying to persuade him. "Well, er, it's a marking, symbol.. I'm in a c-cult. But it's not as bad as the church says it is-" Falcon defended. "Oh, oh my.. uh, are you guys like.. satanic? Do you... sacrifice people...?" Raymond questioned. "Uh, satanic? No.. our God is Kalcon! Kalcon is wonderful, It grants its strongest followers powers! Kalcon is perfect. Our perfect, perfect God.." Falcon rambled, his grip tightening on Raymond. Raymond gave a shakey breath, "t..tell me more- what kind of.. powers..?" Falcon giggled excitedly and began to speak again. "Ohh just wonderful things, you can crush people with your mind! Founder says you get all the knowledge in the world.. yknow, we are performing the ritual this year! You should come, you should join me! We've nearly reached enough human sacrifices to please kalcon!!" Falcon moved his hands to Raymond's and held them tightly. Looking into his eyes. "Join me Raymond." Raymond pulled back and shuffled off his lap, stumbling away a bit before dusting himself off "i need to go-" he said quickly. "Thank you for having me i-i just remembered i- uh- left my stove on!" He excused, quickly walking to the door. Falcon got up and sprinted to the door, slamming it closed before Raymond could open it fully. "You said you wouldn't get scared Raymond!" Falcon grabbed Raymond's hand and squeezed it. "You said you wouldn't be scared!" Falcons voice sounded desperate, "I really like you- your so h-handsome and friendly- don't you like me too??" "O-Oh lord falcon- I like you yes of course I like you b-but I have to go- please let me go-" Raymond exclaimed, his body frozen in fear as he stared at the man. "Pl-Please- I'm sorry if I scared you i-i.." Falcon tripped over his own words. Saying anything to get Raymond to stay. "Oh dear, oh dear." Raymond mumbled, finding himself in a pickle. He was scared for his life right now but he also felt... sympathy for the man. He seemed so desperate and lonely- "are you g..gonna hurt me?" Raymond asked. "N-No! Of course not!" Falcon defended. Letting go of ray's hand. "I swear!"

Raymond and Falcon stood in silence before Raymond nodded slowly, "I'll.. stay..." He said weakly, guilt filled his gut, he felt like he needed to puke because of the way he was feeling, he's seriously going to stay under the same roof as this.. cult member, someone who literally murders people for a living. But falcon he.. he was just so.. pathetic, surely he hadn't killed anyone? I mean how could he? The man is built like a Twig and if he's this desperate and lonely surely he wouldn't kill his only company..