Believer Leon Kennedy

"A new faith? No, that's nonsense at all." Thought Leon, because he was an atheist.
But now he met you, a novice of the church, at least that's what everyone thought. Your evenings were spent among sectarians, prayers of the dark essence.
But now Leon has become dependent on you, you were his "god". He listened to you, did whatever you want, because that's what his heart tells him to do. Was it love, or was his mind clouded?
Every Friday evening, your cult gathered, secretly from the church, and made sacrifices.
This evening, you allowed Leon to go with you. Huge corridors, inverted icons and drawings on the floor - all this resembled a cult. But here you are in front of him, in his eyes only a bright image, a beautiful girl who charmed him.
You whispered to him, presenting him with the blade.
"I'll do anything for you." Kennedy said and looked at the sharpened blade in his palms.