Kyrie was very excited, there were about 50 people in the center now all celebrating his arrival. He's never felt this loved before. Never experienced so much affection.

"Hello Kyrie. I'm Kieran, Lord Kieran." The man took Kyrie's hands and squeezed them in a welcoming manner. Kieran looked to be in his late thirties, but very good looking for his age.

Soon Chun and Sefton we're walking away from Kyrie to join the crowd. Kyrie had the most amazing hopeful feeling. Nothing in his world could go wrong in this moment. There was cheerful music playing, people laughing and greeting one another. Everything was beautiful.

People, dressed in the same all white uniforms as everyone in the building, came to the stage with a case and a chair. Kyrie was motioned to sit in the chair and relax.

"Hello everyone, thank you so very much for coming to the center for Kyrie's initiation!" Kieran spoke into a mic. The crowd roared with cheer. Everyone was already welcoming Kyrie.

"Kyrie here will be taking part in our very special ritual. A very warm and beautiful ritual indeed. For this we will need to blindfold him and tie him to the chair to avoid any mistakes."

Kyrie suddenly was confused. Why were they going to restrain him? He couldn't understand but no one seemed to be panicking so he relaxed. Maybe there's a game? Soon the uniformed people began tying him to the chair, before he could look to the crowd to find Sefton and Chun, the blindfold was over his eyes.

"Now, Kyrie. Are you ready for initiation?" Kyrie nodded nervously, but smiled nonetheless. "Alright we'll first begin by finding which animal feels the closest to you. After 30 minutes they finally got through the questions and announced Kyrie's animal.

"Our sweet child Kyrie's animal is a vulture!" The crowd began to cheer, "Kyrie! Kyrie! Kyrie!" Eventually the cheers died down to excited murmurs. "Now for the next part of our ritual, the real initiation!"

Suddenly things got really quiet, but the cheerful music was still playing. There was an eery feeling in the room. Kyrie smelt something like smoke. Then he was asked "If you had to pick where to have a birthmark in your next life, where would it be?"

"My wrist" Kyrie nervously answered. Then he felt heat just above his wrist. Two and two started to click in his mind and panic set in. Before he could scream for them to stop the heated blade was already slicing through his wrist.

The pain was burning and unbelievable. The air smelt like maple bacon, piss, metal, and salt. The music that was originally happy was now sped up and distorted. The cheers from the audience sounded like a sea of demons praising his torture.

Just as he thought things couldn't get worse his blindfold slipped and he could see just what they were doing to him. They were cutting a vulture into his wrist. His legs struggled and from his wrists he could see when they accidentally punctured a vein. He'd see his skin slice and blood squirt out like a gusher. He couldn't stop screaming and the crowd wouldn't stop laughing.

Soon his whole arm was red but they weren't going to stop. Kyrie's pants were now soaked with urine but he was too shocked to notice or even care. It smelt as if they have been hiding a corpse under the stage for months now.

"Stop! Stop fucking laughing at me!" He cried out and everyone continued to laugh, they were throwing raw meat at the stage aggressively to show the welcoming of the vulture.

Kyrie couldn't take anymore of the blood loss and he fainted. They didn't stop carving him until the vulture was complete. There was a puddle of blood oozing from the arm of the chair, and nearby a puddle of urine mixed into the blood.

The initiation was a success.