Stitches
Necromancers

"Aaahhh no! Mary!" at Florenz's wrath that night, he feels someone connected to him has ended his own life.

"Mary, why are you acting so recklessly, I never thought letting go of my control on you was a mistake!" rutuk Florenz returned screaming holding his head, scolding him.

"Lord. What's wrong with you?" asked one of the followers who were confused by the strange gurgle of the leader, shouting roars for no apparent reason.

"I'm fine, go!" florenz ordered with reddened eyes, he looked like he was crying, but his cries were not ordinary tears but blood. Florenz tried to hide it, covering his face with a head covering on the black robe he was wearing.

If you do not exist, how about all this, this teaching, this sect, which my uncle has painstakingly built, will all perish. The three prophets that were foretold, all will be extinct. I-I'm sorry uncle. I don't deserve to be your successor, it's all my fault. Flo monologues, cursed in solitude while crying louder without a sound.

In the corner of the room Florenz huddled up to think of it all, had already wiped out all hope and what his uncle had built from scratch. He lamented as if this was the end of the world, imagining it was the day of the end.

The house built for the sect was protected from the outside world, as it had an extremely terrifying aura. That said, the house behind the cemetery was a house that used to be occupied by funeral guards, and now no one occupies it anymore. No one dared to tear it down or enter.

In the quiet atmosphere of that night, under the big tree behind the cemetery, where the sect used to gather, away from the human crowd and the frenetic world. This place was chosen by Romario considering that if their existence was snorted by the outside world, they would be judged in a crowd. The world is already too crowded with religiousness. And people who do not believe in that religion are a minority, only a handful of the population.

Tonight, Florenzio decided to make a speech after stopping crying in a corner of the dark room. He invites all followers to listen to what he will say. I will end this sect well, and neatly, uncle, forgive me for releasing Maria, the daughter you were after all.

"Hope you guys calm down, guys. I want to apologize to all of you, but maybe this is the best path I can go through, which we can go through" Flo explained at length as she sobbed, her voice sounding raucous, not like Flo usually.

Many of the followers started to worry, they asked each other and muttered to each other, this was a big confusion for them. They did not understand, what was meant by the overlord that they greatly exalted. What do you mean, sir?

"Please my followers, stay calm. Wouldn't it be if this stream were dissolved that you could live each other as normal!?" flatly Flo, "and you will no longer bother to get out of your house at night to gather!" added Flo again with a fairly high tone while pointing towards all his followers.

"I'm sorry, uncle!" florenz shouted on the altar, pulling out the glock his uncle had used to kill himself. Florenz kept it tidy all this time, as a memory of how meritorious a Romario Angelo was.

He pulled the trigger, the followers ran around to stop their former leader and shouted, "don't!!" but it's all too late.

DOR!!! The bullet went right through Florenz's head and he staggered down from the altar. It lay horribly lifeless again.

The followers empathize when they see Florenzio's body. Knowing that the former leader had no relatives, they decided to burn his body and throw his ashes into the Volga river. Just like what he did to his uncle.

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