The slight trails of steam rose from both the coffee-soaked man and laptop, coffee cup left rolling along the ground and bumping against the high-heels of a woman who stared at a wall, looking as if she'd been lobotomized.

"T-That-" The leader took a breath- "wasn't supposed to happen."

The robed group held their breath as they watched the coffee soaked man pack away the laptop and stand from his seat.

"This is my stop." He simply said as the train began slowing down. Again, he repeated the words and the group nodded along.

"Yes, we quite understan-"

"This is my stop!!" Damian yelled as he got in the face of the leader. He grabbed the rope tied around the waist of the man, wrenching him along as he wrestled the rest of the cult outside of the train cart. "I'm so great, huh?! I'm so great! And you took my coffee, you took my coffee away!! I'll make you know pain like never before!"

"Please, forgive us! Forgive us!" The cult member chanted on their knees. What a scene; a small group of red robes pleading to a business man in the middle of a train station. You don't see that everyday.

Damian let out a hysterical laugh, cackling and throwing his head back as he ran a head through his hair. Just as quickly as he began, he stopped, dragging his hand down his face and pulling down on his gray eye bags. "Forgiveness? You dare ask for forgiveness?"

"Our lord, spare us your mercy! We'll give you anything- anything! Will a blood sacrifice work?" The leader pleaded as the group took out their wrists and razors.

"I don't need your pathetic blood, what drivel!" Damian seethed in their faces. He snuck a glance to his watch, and an unholy screech ripped through his throat. "I'm late!!"

"What a mess we've made, what a mess... From the bottom of my dark, pa-"

"I don't care! I don't want to hear your whining! You want my mercy, huh? Huh!?"

The group nodded frantically, and Damian pointed to the leader.

"You!! Goldie!!"

Yes Lord!!"

"You're getting me new coffee! And not the cheap shit- the good kind, the luxurious kind that costs half my rent! With double cream too! The rest of you-" Damian waved his finger to the group- "One, two, three, four, five - all of your are getting me a new laptop! I don't care where any of you get the cash from, just get me that laptop pronto! No cheap one either, it better have a terabyte of storage on it. Do you all understand me?"

The group bowed their heads, chanting yes to the raving man.

"Then go, now, now!"

He watched as, just like a pack of mice, the cult split off and ran in different directions to achieve their goals. He's sure they'll manage to find him again, they managed to find him on a train after all. If Damian knew pretending to be some cult's god would be this good, he would've taken it up sooner!