Cult of Divinus

Cult of Divinus

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Moth was heard down the hall, "the oldest goes. The younger one won't remember." This is their sanctuary from the cruel wilderness. Or so they say. They are not measly basement dwelling human scraps of life who wanted to start an organization. Not some wealthy business owner who wanted a life with more spice. These creatures have formed a sick, cruel church to worship The Creature. All of which appears to be orchestrated by an entity simply named Moth. May you rest in Hell, for anything above the surface has been corrupt. **TRIGGER WARNINGS - Basically the whole blah blah blah. Blood, minor use of intolerable language, all of that. If you're sensitive to topics of abuse or manipulation as well, this may not be for you.**
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

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