The Cult of Divine Pleasure (Ethan Regrets Everything)

A Peaceful Walk? Yeah, Right.

Ethan had one goal for the night—relax.

No existential crises. No godly threats. No ancient princesses judging his "criminally futuristic" outfit.

Just a peaceful nighttime stroll.

He wandered through the village, hands tucked into his borrowed cloak, trying to enjoy the quiet.

It wasn't too bad. The streets were calmer now, only a few merchants packing up their stalls. The scent of roasted meat still lingered in the air, making his stomach grumble.

For a moment—just a moment—Ethan thought, "Maybe I can handle this ancient life."

And then—

A deep, disturbing moan echoed from the forest.

Ethan froze.

His instincts immediately went into survival mode.

Did I just hear that right?

Another moan. This one even more unsettling.

> "Ohhh, great Rift, we feel your divine presence!"

"Bless us, O gateway of desire!"

"Tonight, we embrace your sacred gift!"