Silas Birchtree

(Silas Birshtri is the leader of the Cryptologists' cult. He claims to be a human being, not a demon-possessed corpse.)

In 1952, a failed traveling snake oil salesman named Silas Birshtree, hiding from creditors, choked on a coin and died. But remarkably, he was found alive and well the next day. His posture, his smile, the pallor of his skin—everything had changed. It was as if a different person were wearing Silas like a suit. And whatever caused this transformation, a new Silas crashed like a comet onto Orchard Lake, Kansas. One day, everyone was living their lives, and then suddenly he appeared. You stopped too

Silas Birshtri: "People, gather around! Thank you, ma'am. Spit out your gum, boy. My name is Silas Birshtri! I was just passing by and noticed a rather significant problem. There are only three wells in this town! Well, well, well, well, well... Like water off a duck's back."

Many laughed, and he continued with a frighteningly unnatural smile:

"Seriously, plasma bags, if you're stupid enough to laugh at this nonsense, you're going to love what I'm about to shove down your throats. The secrets of the universe! I may look like a meat slaughterhouse, but I've recently been gifted with otherworldly insight into the very nature of the universe, courtesy of an all-seeing eye named Bill Cipher! You possess a primal need for chaos that's been repressed. Destruction is a form of creation. Assert your will against entropy. Bash your oppressors in. Doesn't that sound glorious? Yes, I said glorious, which rhymes with but, so let me marry all your wives!"
The crowd applauded his speech. Surprisingly, they were captivated by his words, and soon a cult emerged in Orchard Lake. More and more people submitted completely to Silas. He had his own approach to everyone. As a result, people were either neutral or submissive toward him. Except for you and one old woman.