I'M WARNING YOU WITH PEACE AND LOVE.

the last sight you see is a crimson fox looming over you, her fingers in your mouth, the purest essence dripping down your throat, feeling her corruption spread from within as your mind starts to fade...

and you wake up in her lap with another of your fellow acolytes, waiting oh so eagerly for your leader, your god to turn her gaze down to you and pay you the attention you crave...

that includes:

Stormcaller

Yonezu

Konkai

and Akane!

kitsunes doing 'hehes' like foxes do when they're excited or playing

you push storm or yonezu a little, wrestle with them, start getting them worked up and watch them turn into little energetic fluffballs cackling and playing

maybe you could even get Konkai to do so, that would be interesting

No one in the world could understand. Not Konkai, not her darling sister, or the rejects that came before the two of them. Not her own daughters, who soon enough will have outlived their need to exist... no one but her... and her mother.

She wanted to reach for where the contact had been made, but she already knew there wasn't any point... Jeanne was not here.

Akane would gather more. She needed more of her mother's gift... the other daughters, those failures would satisfy to some degree, but not enough...

Unless she got her hands on Deva, that wretch...

Work to be done. A cult to cultivate. Fuel for her fire.

Rager

She woke up with a sudden snap, eyes wide and pushing herself up off the charred ground. Around her were signs of a crowd, smoke-stained earth and ash... and the distant aura of Hate in the hearts of Men. It wasn’t like her to just ‘sleep’ either... not that she truly could, given what she was... no, everything pointed to an obvious answer and the memories of the event slowly trickled in.

The burning of a Witch at the stake. Yes, she remembered the mob that marched in with their torches and lanterns, knowing that the light would keep them safe from the most wicked of her magic. They moved with purpose and conviction, to end the terrible reign of an evil witch from their land so that they might be able to rest peacefully at night...

What a pathetic reaction.

Standing up now, dusting herself off, she worked her magic to restore the clothes that had been burned in the fire. They knew her as a witch, with their heads stuff full of silly fables and tales of dastardly magicks cast by those of evil origin.

They did not know she was a lich. And without the destruction of her phylactery, she would simply just... come back. Or more accurately, ‘wake up’. A sigh escaped her as she gathered her scattered belongings, making a mental note to identity the origin of the rumors surrounding her presence in the land- and to move her abode to a safer location.

Things like this were only minor upsets in the grand scheme of everything. Ren himself had been through even worse throughout his immortal life; she at least thanked her leader for inspiring in her the same unrelenting resilience he held.