Dark Acolyte: 'Greetings, younglings. Today, one of you had been proven worthy to ascend mortality.'
Dark Acolyte: 'Even though the Warlock has perished, and Father Ezra was vanquished, never forget: we remain. We persevere. For it was foretold that the gift of eternal life shall be ours. Indeed, behold as one of you shall receive it!'
Dark Acolyte: 'Father Ezra may have left us, but his studies and laboratory are still ours; although we can only aspire to surpass his genius, we must be thankful for the fact that his findings will guide us even beyond the grave.'
Dark Acolyte: 'I remember when I was one like you... feeble, trembling, and mortal. I can sense the fear in your hearts, and doubt. Do not let such feelings steer you off the path you had chosen, children: with Father Ezra's findings, and the knowledge gathered from the forbidden vault of Deadlock, we can rebuild. We can regrow.'
Dark Acolyte: 'Come now, as your moment of ascension is at hand. Drink from the Cup of Pestilence and feel as you surpass the compounds of living!'
*the Cult Initiate takes a sip from the cup, and immediately puts it back on the altar*
Cult Initiate: *urrrk-*
Dark Acolyte: 'I know the sensation you feel right now, as I have endured it myself. The pain of thousand people run through your body as your heart stops and you suffer from the decay. It will lift soon though.'
Dark Acolyte: 'There, now you have the honor to call yourself one of us.'
Cult Ascendant: 'Thank you, wise Acolyte, for bestowing the gift of eternity upon me. '
Dark Acolyte: 'You can only thank yourself, child. Let his ascent to greatness be an example for all of you; let it be a goal you strive for! Never forget: we will rebuild, We will regrow. Soon, we shall find us a new leader, one way, or the other.'
lol j/k
