It would not be long before Magus arrived at the beach. The cultists were worried as they had not heard from Magus since the previous night. When Magus entered the cave one of the cultist through himself on the ground.
"Thank goodness, we feared the worst, are you alright?"
Magus looked at him before saying
"Of course brother, please get up andstand still for a second."
The cultist, a little confused, stood. Magus embraced the man to the shock of the others.
"Master, what are you..."
His comfusion turned to pain as Magus bit into his neck. Blood spurted from his wound as he fell, gurgling something. Magus knelt and started to stab the cultist over and over until he stopped moving. Magus calmly got up, blood on his face, looked at the shocked onlookers and stated rather calmly.
"Brothers, sisters, I understand that there have been doubts about our cause. With so much opposition, how could one be certain of our conviction to our former glory. However I have taught that we are all one in the same, therefore to doubt me is to doubt yourself. That my friends, is something I just cannot allow. Now that such doubt has been removed we can begin."
They began to move about, placing candles and strange trinkets around the cave. As he saw the cage being opened and the child taken to the altar, Magus smiled.