Sun Mote Copse no land beyond

some religions were covert, unseen -- the black mask the public wore in the face of clandestine and esoteric might. but molech was not some clouded deity to be covered under the guise of shadow: molech was a will, a light -- and a light was meant to shine brightly.

molech was a beacon.

"the malkaria worship molech, the light." she lifted her shoulders and for a moment perched on her haunches as if sitting up -- she gestured around them with a sweep of a thin arm: "our beliefs are molech. our beliefs are fire given life. you have not told me your name, stranger -- but i see you are curious. i can show you what we believe, but it does not matter if the light is not inside of you."