Cathedral of Satan
The Cathedral of Satan is a hidden organization of the followers of Lord Satan Kuroyassha. They work... View more
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The Cathedral of Satan: The Satanic Shadow Sect of Galctose Shadowlands
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The Cathedral of Satan: The Satanic Shadow Sect of Galctose Shadowlands
The notorious and evil, Cathedral of Satan is a hidden organization of the followers of Lord Satan Kuroyassha. The Cathedral of Satan is an imposing crumbling, gothic cathedral, seemingly abandoned amidst a desolate, windswept landscape. The stone is weathered and stained, gargoyles leer with malevolent expressions, and an oppressive silence hangs in the air, broken only by the mournful cry of distant crows. The interior is a labyrinth of decaying grandeur: shattered stained-glass windows cast fragmented colors across dust-choked pews, cobwebs cling to ornate carvings, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic, like old blood. The Cathedral of Satan sits deep in the Galactose Shadowlands in Austria.
The members of the Cathedral are known as the Satanic Shadow Sect. They usually work of their own accord and on rare occasions their Master will recruit and acknowledge them to send them off on sinister tasks.
The Satanic Shadow Sect of the Cathedral of Satan see their dark lord as the chief spirit of evil and the adversary of God/Gods. Satan was often confused for Lucifer and Satan would use this to his advantage. The Satanic Shadow Sect believe them to be one entity, and have taken on the same role of opposers to the path of light and proudly proclaim themselves as tormentors of humanity. They are here to do the devil’s work.
The Catherdral of Satan is also in the crosshairs of S-Clan’s 13th Bureau of Secret Intelligence & Investigations and consistently observes the movements of its members.
Note: **Mainly RP / Discussions regarding any kind of Satanism are limited and only in forums!**
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The Galactose Shadowlands — Ruins of the Cathedral of Satan | Midnight | Wind Howls Across Forgotten Graves]
Far from the neon grime of District 13, Lord Satan’s boots crunched across frost-hardened earth as he emerged through the swirling mists of the Galactose Shadowlands. The wind screamed through dead trees and broken statues, carrying with it the rustle of crows wheeling around the crumbling spires of the *Cathedral of Satan*.
The gothic ruin rose out of the desolation like the bones of a fallen god — black stone walls cracked and bleeding ivy, grotesque gargoyles perched with chipped fangs bared to the void. A single iron door, half-rotted and hanging askew, marked the threshold between the forgotten world and the whispered blasphemies within.
A flick of his clawed fingers — the door creaked open, shrieking on rusted hinges as Satan stepped inside.
Inside, the **Satanic Shadow Sect** waited. Figures in tattered black robes knelt in the labyrinthine nave, their murmured chants swirling like smoke through the frigid air. Shattered stained-glass windows bled fractured moonlight over the warped pews, the floor slick with damp moss and the faint coppery tang of centuries-old blood sacrifices. Shadows danced wildly across stone pillars carved with forbidden sigils.
At the altar, a flickering ring of black candles cast trembling light on an elaborate, bone-carved pulpit.
The cultists stirred as they recognized the towering silhouette — but they didn’t know *who* they truly faced. Tonight, Satan was not the exiled father forced into mortal shadows by his daughter’s wrath — tonight, he was the High Priest Kuroyassha, ancient shepherd of this nest of blasphemers.
A hooded acolyte stepped forward, prostrating himself in the dust.
**Acolyte (hushed, reverent):**
“Lord Kuroyassha… we offer our flesh, our coin, our sins. Command us — and we shall set your darkness loose upon this world once more.”
Satan’s crimson eyes glowed like coals beneath the heavy cowl he now wore. He spread his black wings wide — an omen of dread, a promise of ruin — then folded them neatly behind him, his lips curling into a wickedly controlled smile.
**Satan (deep, smooth, dripping false piety):**
“Bring me your offerings, my loyal wolves. The city up there is rotting with fresh prey — we’ll move through it like shadows no one sees coming. I need a seat right in the filthiest heart of it all… and your tribute’s gonna buy it.”
Gold coins, blood-soaked banknotes, and jewels glittered as the Sect’s members crawled forward on their knees, dropping their tributes at his clawed feet. Every whispered vow of cruelty and torment echoed like distant thunder through the Cathedral’s decaying vaults.
Soon, he would stand atop his own fortress in District 13 — a penthouse paid for by the same fools who thought themselves his chosen disciples. And when the time was right, he’d extend his influence through the slums, the clubs, the broken faithful.
Satan turned from the flickering altar, the hush of dread and devotion swirling around him like a cloak. In the distance, a crow’s shriek split the midnight hush as the Cathedral’s rotting doors slammed shut behind him.
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