Chapter 639

David forced down the urge to gulp or stare too hard at the absolute madman talking about the most ridiculous shit he'd ever heard. And the Cainites believed him. Maybe they were so drunk on their ridiculous religion and demon hearts combined, they were into the idea of assaulting Heaven. Or... they'd convinced Greg? They sounded like a cult. A deluded, mindless cult.
A cult in a post-apocalyptic environment had always seemed like a dumb trope. But, David wasn't most people. For him, it was a given people would naturally start relying purely on their intelligence, and make only quality, evidence-based decisions in a post-apoc setting, when literally any and every moment could spell their last. Who the fuck throws away science and reasoning and joins a cult the moment nukes get dropped?
Except this wasn't some post-apoc setting where people did random, weird shit. It was Hell. If you had a group of literal murderers in the afterlife getting stronger by eating demon hearts, and you apparently had a religion passed on by word of mouth about some super powerful guy from the Christian bible, who apparently ate angel hearts to become super powerful in Hell, maybe becoming a part of the cult made more sense.