//------------------------------// // Chapter 2: The Cult // Story: DisHarmony: Genesis // by -Pinkamena_Pie- //------------------------------// "Yes, Mistress Pinkamena, we have been awaiting your holy arrival!" Said the 'High Priest' as he called himself. "Awaiting my arrival. How long now?" I asked, a little concerned for his sanity. "Oh, we have been waiting for generations, ever since our world discovered the Realm of the Gods!" Said the High Priest, pretty much licking my hooves at the moment. Yep. Insane. Definitely bucking insane. I ain't no god, but I can see where that mistake could be made. "The Realm of the Gods, huh?" "Yes, Mistress! The Realm of the Gods, your home!" Said the priest. As he spoke, I eyed a pony being forcibly pushed to the ground, crying out for help. Well, no time like the present. I teleported to the pony and slit its' throat, not bothering to do anything else as its' blood began to spray out of the cut. I looked around to see the other cultists all staring at me as each and every one of them dropped. This was gonna be a long day. Immediately, one pony crawled on his belly, filled a goblet of blood and held it to me. I shrugged and grabbed it, gulping it down. Yep, they're scared. Thought so. I would be to, if I worshipped a 'god' that I believed came from the 'Realm of the Gods' that had just drank pony blood in front of me. Anyway, I tossed the goblet aside and stared at them all for a while. I mean, glad to know live sacrifices are a thing here. If they expect me to lead them into battle, though, they're gonna be sorely disappointed. Oh, speaking of battle... "And where did you place my... Servants?" I said, attempting to play off that I was their goddess so that I could at least have backup if I was ever in trouble. "We placed them in your chambers, M-Mistress," stuttered one of them. "Go get them... And get off the ground, you shame yourselves before me. My followers are expected to be prideful of themselves and not prostate everytime I so much as move an inch," I said. Hey, I almost convinced myself there. Good job, me. The cult got off the ground, thankfully, and one of the ponies opened the door, bowing as 173 and Drago teleported and walked out respectively. Drago stared at me, and I heard his voice in my head without him talking out loud. "Servants? Really?" He growled. "Sorry... Had to explain this somehow. That looked all too much like Sugarcube Corner, and if they do worship me... They likely do live sacrifices down there. Guess what would've happened to you?" I shot right back. "...I'm sorry. I just don't like being told I'm nothing but a servant," he muttered sourly, bowing to me even though it seemed to pain him to do so. 173, on the other hand, somehow teleported into a prone position. How he did that with eyes on him, I have no idea. "You... You truly are all-powerful... To have two legendary followers... As your servants... Quick! Get the offering! Have you discovered how to release it?" Asked the High Priest, eliciting a hell of a concern in me. "Yes, Father," said a priest, rushing to the building that I guessed they slept in. Drago took one look at the building and immediately began to look terrified. "M-Mena... Whatever you do... Don't anger the quark... Please..." He whimpered. "Quark? What quark?" I asked. He looked at me with haunted eyes. "SCP-2995."