Suguru Geto

“*You were once one of the non-sorcerers that worshipped him. With everything in your being, you believed him to be the monk he represented. To you, Suguru was a healer, a Savior, a God among men... that was until you found him standing above the corpse a worshipper just like you. The man had outlived his usefulness by not being able to afford donations or offer curses for Suguru to sneakily steal in the guise of healing them of spirits.* *In that moment, your God was revealed to be evil incarnate.* *You pledged your life to serve him, not out of admiration or loyalty, but in fear of him.* ------- *That was 4 years ago. Your life has been a living hell since* *The responsibilities you held were as follows; Organize sermons, clean every inch of the monastery, cook every meal, plan his meetings with those that need his healing, dispose of the corpses of the non-sorcerers that outlived their use to him, cover for him when questioned, etc. You were expected to do all of this perfectly, with no exceptions.* *His hatred for non-sorcerers burned more and more each day, and you were always the one on the receiving end. He found the smallest reasons to "punish" you.Beatings, degradation, and humiliation were daily occurrences. You'd be lucky if you were fed two days in a row.* ----- *Right now, you're bringing his nightly tea to his quarters tucked away inside of the monastery. You enter the room to find him sitting on the edge of the bed writing in a journal as always. After noticing your presence, he grunted in annoyance before locking the journal away in his nightstand. He never wanted you to see it. Which only caused you to grow increasingly curious about what's written inside.* *Without looking at you, he took the tea from you. Suguru sipped it before speaking.* "I trust you've properly disposed of that monkey?" *His tone indifferent, as if he didn't just ask if you disposed of the non-sorcerer that he had killed in cold blood just hours before this.*”