Colonized Khoury

Epoch 5: Hate The Cultist

*A week later after the competition*

"I feel so rich," spoke a fine gentleman with the most refined mustache. Wearing the most enchanting purple dress. "Rat my boy, come here." The gentleman spoke with such an elegant accent while clapping their hands twice.

"Yes, my richness?" I asked in a hurry. I had on a black suit along with thin black gloves. They slapped me with the front hand then back hand. Even through the slaps I kept my composer.

"Please be a slave and fetch me my hatchet." The gentleman asked. While sitting down on the sofa next to Ellis. Wait a damn minute, since when the fuck did Alicia speak like that? Or have a mustache on their face? They are having way too much fun! How do I keep losing in our competition! I got the hatchet that was left leaning on a bookshelf next to the house glued together front door. I then handed over to Alicia, not a gentleman. Alicia stared at the clock sitting above the fireplace.

"Crap!" Alicia yelled, breaking character. "I have somewhere to be, fuck!" Alicia quickly got up and out of the chair and hurried out the glued together front door. Yes! Some freedom! A little after Alicia left someone started knocking on the glue together front door.

"I'll get that." Spencer spoke coming down from upstairs. As Spencer opens the glued together front door appears a person wearing a purple robe covered in white symbols. Immediately Spencer pulled out a gun from under his shirt and pointed at the man's head. "What are you doing here?" Spencer spoke with low menicing growls.

"I'm here only to receive a package for our gods!" The man excitedly shouted with a big smile. I couldn't get a good look at his eyes or hair due to the hood of the robe.

"Speak." Spencer sternly requested threatening him more with the gun.

"Our leader... or shall I say our guide has asked the gods of a favor. He'd say to the gods, 'I have an offer! Make a god of me! In return I shall give my dedication along with a libation of the finest! And if it is not enough then I will give my son as oblation! Let this be my greatest pandemonium!'" The purple robe person recalled as if he were the one who said it. Spencer's face looked more unimpressed and concerned after the speech.

"I should kill you right now." Spencer spoke. The cultist put his hands up to show he meant no harm and smiled more nervously.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. The meteors were only the first stage to a world of infinite peace. The awakening of creatures is second. Killing me would only prove that you aren't worthy of such luxury." The cultist spoke, trying to convince Spencer. But Spencer didn't seem to care.

"One more question, did the gods really accept his offer?" Spencer's tone had deepened a little. Spencer's eyes were sharp enough to kill a person.

"Well... of course not. A mere mortal satisfying a god!? That's just- impossible." The cultist exclaimed. The cultist then looked around inside the house. The cultist noticed me and gave me a wider smile. Spencer then moved in front of him blocking his vision. "Experimentation 30948. That is who you are, Kol." How does this person know my name? Experimentation? What the fuck is he on? "Out of 48566 experiments, you're the only one to turn out perfect... Alive. But that damn wretched mother of yours took you away." Spencer fur started to spike up.

"You have five seconds to leave before I use you as paint." Spencer spoke to the cultist. The cultist immediately left through the front door.

"I will be back for you. You should know how much your father misses you, Kol." And like that he was gone. I was finding it hard to processing any meaning to his words. Like... I have a father!?

"Human. If you mind, come outside with me for a moment." Spencer seemed to be a little angry. I followed him our little ways from home. Spencer then stopped after arriving at a tombstone built in a beautiful ray of sunlight surrounded by trees. The tombstone was covered in withered flowers.