This Priest Is Too Pious

This is a serious synopsis, not a guide to promoting eldritch horrors. Imagine you transmigrated into a world where divine grace has faded and specters lurk everywhere. Would you still believe in the Light? Never mind that the church basements are st￭ with boys' corpses hidden by the clergy. Don't answer too quickly—because this world also echoes with whispers from the Warp. Father Nurgle offers warmth and plenty, Slaanesh offers love and ecstasy, and the Tyrant offers glory. The price you pay? Only a little: your flesh rots, you sprout a few insignificant tentacles, and you develop an urge for slaughter and mating. The Lord of Light, by contrast, gives you only one thing—the chance to remain an ordinary, mundane human. Linge, who crossed over into this world, concluded that with the old gods in retreat, the evil gods are the true gods. That was until he bound himself to a faith system that rewarded him for following its tenets. From then on, Linge began his journey as a priest, playing the part of the most devout believer and swearing an unyielding enmity against the evil gods. But as he wore the mask of piety longer and longer, he slowly came to realize: what he truly despised was never goodness itself—it was a world where doing good never brought good in return. Well then. The previous transmigrator, Linge, has already been successfully brainwashed by the Lord of Light. And you? Would you believe in the Light? P.S. Alternative title: I'm a Priest, Not a Succubus.