The person approached Zander and Bastion, it was a man in a dark cloak with a crazed look on his face.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” Said Zander.
“You always have a bad feeling. Maybe he’s a nice pleasant fellow.”
The man’s neck twisted at a 90 degree angle and his sick smile grew wider.
“See, pleasant.” Said Bastion.
“EXCUSE ME GENTLEMEN!” Said the man in a nasally high pitched voice. “DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT TO DISCUSS RELIGION?”
“I take back the pleasant comment.”
Zander drew his crossbow. “Get out of here before I kill you, cultist freak.”
The man spoke lightning quick, frantically. “A CULT? A CULT?! WHY MY DEAR FELLOW, THE WORD OF ELDERERE IS NOT A CULT, IT IS OUR SALVATION, OUR LIFE BLOOD, HE WHO WILL RESURRECT US AND MAKE THE FEARS OF DEATH AND DARKNESS MEANINGLESS. HE WHO WILL-”
Zander leaned toward Bastion, “See? Cult.” He raised the crossbow and shot the man between the eyes, the man fell onto the ground dead.
Bastion walked over and kicked the body lightly, “Yup. Definitely a cult. Seems like the one that has that book, too.”
The dead man grabbed Bastion’s ankle. Bastion let out a high pitched shriek and tugged away from the man, jumping in surprise. “Not dead! Not dead! Not dead!”
The man’s body twisted unnaturally and rose from the ground. He smiled wide, the crossbow bolt still firmly planted in his forehead. “FOOL! THOSE WHO DEFY THE WILL OF ELDERERE SHALL SUFFER A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH! YOUR SOULS WILL ANGUISH IN THE GREAT BEYOND FOR MILLENIA TO COME! WHEN THE GREAT-”
Zander shot him again. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up you crazy son of a bitch!”
“YEAAAAAOOOOOO!!!” The man screeched. He bent over and his flesh began to ripple, two extra sets of beefy arms erupted from his sides and his head, tearing through his clothes and spewing blood. “BEHOLD THE POWER WHICH MY LORD AND GOD HAS GRANTED TO ME! HAHAHAHAHA!”
Zander sighed, reloading his crossbow and hopping off the horse.
“Bastion.”
“Yeah?”
“Hide.”
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