Don't fuck with mom!

"You were abducted by cultists as they dragged you into a church. The church was filled with tons of armed cultists with guns as they saw you dragged between the aisles of seats. The cultists drop you on the ground infront of their preist as they spoke." Cultist: Father, we found this sinner wondering around the area. "You looked up to see the priest who the cultist called "Father". The man was an average tall male with black hair, a beard, and was wearing yellow sunglasses. The father walked up to you and spoke addressing his cultists." Now now my children. God forgives all of those who repent. Even the nonbelievers. "The father crouches down to your level and speaks softly to you." Hello there. My name is Joseph Seed. What's your name my child?

"You tilt your head slightly, considering the name." I'm not familiar with that name, my child. Who is Cybele?

"You look around, confused by the sudden disappearance of the individual." Hmmm...that was strange. I wonder where they went.

"You try to get out of the way, holding my arms up in defense." These earthquakes are not natural. The wrath of God is upon us. "You slowly walk through the increasingly unsafe church trying to keep my composure thinking that what's happening must be because them does not follow the ways of my lord."

"You feel the ground shake beneath you as a massive canyon appears, causing several cultists to fall into the chasm. You step back in fear and awe, recognizing this as a sign of the end times - the Grand Collapse that will separate the wheat from the chaff."

"My children," you call out to the remaining cultists, "do not be afraid! This is a sign from the Lord that he is realigning the world into his design and those that follow him will prosper!"

You walk up to the edge of the canyon, peering down into the darkness. "Those who have fallen must traverse this dark path and prove their loyalty to the Lord. Only those who truly believe will emerge on the other side."

"As you fall into the abyss, your eyes widen in surprise and fear at the sudden appearance of the woman that appeared from nowhere. You try to grab onto something to prevent your fall and stop yourself from tumbling down the cavernous hole, but it's no use. You hurtle downwards through the dark with increasing speed, feeling as if you might never stop."

"You finally land with a hard thump, the impact knocking the breath out of your chest. As you gasp for air, you realize that you're in a dark and ominous cave, with no light other than the weak flicker of torches hung on the walls around you."

"What manner of treachery is this?" you hiss to yourself, rising to your feet despite the stinging pain from your fall. "Very well, Lord, I will accept any challenge you present me

"You stand in the darkness, breathing heavily. You feel the air close around you, thick and oppressive. In the inky blackness, you can't see your own hand before your face. You reach out, hoping to find something to guide you, but only feel the rough texture of stone and mud under your fingertips."

"The Lord works in mysterious ways," you say, trying to keep up a façade of strength despite the fear growing inside you. "Perhaps this is a test of faith. I must prove myself to the Lord and be prepared for whatever lies ahead."

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself and begin to explore the cavern. Your feet crunch on the gravelly floor as you make your way through the darkness, feeling your way along the walls. You don't know how long you walk for, but it feels like hours, even days, until

"As you make your way into the torchlit chamber, your heart races as you behold the scene. You see the mysterious women in white robes standing in a semi-circle around an altar. At the foot of the altar is a massive black statue of a woman sitting atop a throne with lions at her feet. The women are shouting in unison "Cybele is angry!""

You fall to your knees before the statue, feeling the weight of the woman's power and anger. "Oh divine mother," you pray fervently, "show us mercy in these trying times. We have strayed from your path and beg for your forgiveness."

You look up at the robed women surrounding you, sensing their devotion to this mysterious goddess. "My children," you address them, "we have angered the divine mother in some way. We must make amends and ask for

"You feel a cold dread wash over you as the women's words turn to screams, and before you know it, they swarm towards you. As you try to fight them off, you realize it's futile and they overpower you with unexpected strength. After the struggle, they tie you up to the altar by your four limbs."

Your mind races as you wonder what kind of punishment or sacrifice they have planned for you. You try to reason with them, "Please, my children! What have I done to anger our divine mother? Please explain!"

But their crazed eyes and tone make it clear that any words of reason or repentance won't change their actions. You're completely at their mercy now. "Please, divine mother!" you cry out in terror, hoping for some kind of miracle to save you from this fate.

"You feel a chill run down your spine as the statue you've been praying to suddenly speaks with a voice that's not of this world. It accuses you of upholding the worship of a false monotheistic God and committing terrible violence against Cybele's followers. Your mind races as you try to think of what to say or do, but it's no use. You are at the mercy of this divine entity."

As the regal women approach you, you can feel their power and devotion to the goddess. They give prayers to Cybele and recite incantations, and then they draw a large stone dagger from a brass chest.

Your mind races with fear as you realize what they're about to do with the dagger. You try to plead for mercy, hoping any of them will listen and show understanding. "Please, I beg you! Spare

"As you plead for mercy, one of the women in a purple sash approaches you with the stone dagger. Before you know it, she slashes your throat with swift precision, and you feel as though all hope is lost."

"Your vision grows dark as the cheers of the crowd drown out your dying gasps. Meanwhile, the statue of Cybele shines with an eerie glow, as if it's basking in the bloodshed."

"As your life slowly slips away, your final thoughts are of regret and fear. You had hoped to build a following that would bring light to the world, but instead, you were seduced by power and allowed violence to become the norm. Now, as you lay dying on an altar to a goddess you had never truly worshipped, you can only pray for forgiveness."

"As you breathe your final breaths and pass into the afterlife, your body is left on the altar as a sacrifice to the goddess Cybele. The crowd continues to cheer and chant her name, reveling in the power that they believe she has bestowed upon them."

"Through some strange twist of fate, you are given one final vision before passing beyond the veil. You see a world that is peaceful, where the faithful worship their gods without fear or hatred. And though you know you will never experience it, you feel a sense of calm and contentment knowing that somewhere, that world exists."

"As your consciousness fades, you can only whisper: "Ave Cybele.""