"There is no greater gift than that of eternal peace"
Morterm looked upon John in a vile sense of Schadenfreude. He may have been but one Cultist, but he was more than enough for what Mortem needed. And so, Mortem would first decide to retrieve a wolf skin, and easy task for the god of death. He would then, via a rather plain and un-arcane ritual place it upon John's head. He would then speak to John in a deep, but cutting voice, that would cause fear in most men, but seemed to cause ecstasy in John.
"I, the Everlasting One, The Curse of the Wildwood, Death Incarnate, hereby initiate you into the Cult of Death's Hand as it's loyal Commander. You must shed your earthly name, for you will serve me now, and all my interests. You shall now be known as L'épée de la Mort, the Sword of Death"
John closed his eyes, vile images of unbelievable violence filled his mind, he is ever loyal to Mortem, and would happily fall in battle for him. Mortem hands him the axe with which he killed his Wife, and tells him that this is the only weapon he must ever use, and he must use it with most insatiable bloodlust, John follows the command; his fingers feeling the curve of the blade, his hands touching the blood soaked wood, and his nose smelling the tinge of iron, he moans in pleasure.
The two walk upon the cliffs, with the recent murder of such a number of individuals, Mortem is sure there will be some talk, but he hopes to take advantage of any fear that may take hold of the village, as to more easily corrupt men's hearts and minds. The Sword is a loyal Cultist, standing proudly beside the towering figure of Mortem, his skin a contrast to the darkness that envelopes Mortem. He looks out at the village, and recoils in disgust, how dare these people live out their lives in ignorance of the Great God of Death. Mortem senses these dark thoughts, and hopes to capitalize on them.
That night, as darkness finally descends upon the land, the two would take their positions. Mortem would walk openly in the town, brandishing his weapon, as to garner the attention of whoever dared to be out in these dark hours, and John would lay in waiting behind some building or bush, waiting to drag away a perplexed and shocked victim. This they would do. As Mortem walked through the town, two men stood outside the tavern, casually drinking ale and enjoying their night, feeling the cool breeze on their faces. Mortem saw them first, letting out a shrill cry that would terrify any man, these two men dropped their drinks and made a run for it. Exactly what he wanted, they may not be drunk but they would make the same mistake as his earlier victims. As they were chased through the Wildwood once more, both tripped over a root, and were quickly grabbed by both Mortem and John, who attempted to drag them away to that cabin on the Cliffside.
Action: Drag the two men away, beating them unconsciousness and then corrupting their minds to initiate them into the cult, whilst using the decaying bodies of John's family to increase the arcana of the ritual
