Cult of Lovitar

Whilst regarded as a legitimate deity, a member of the pantheon of Gods that make up the various faiths practised in the world, worship of Lovitar is nonetheless outlawed, and with good reason. As a land of laws, there is no place for the rites and ceremonies demanded by the Bloody-Handed One. And so Lovitar is shunned, his followers immolated, and what few temples the God has are razed to dissuade others from championing his filthy cause.
Despite his status as a forbidden God, Lovitar has many followers in the world. Secret cults operate throughout the large communities and settlements, meeting in darkness and isolation to pay homage to their appalling master and to hatch murderous plots in the hopes of gaining his blessings.

Structure

Given the opposition to this cult, the followers of Lovitar do not have a formal hierarchy. They exist in small isolated cells scattered throughout the region. Whilst they all share the same love of murder, there are a great number of differences between each group, with issues of dogma, purpose, and even practice being some of the most hotly debated subjects.

Public Agenda

Lovitar’s symbols, though never brazenly displayed, are of the scorpion and the serpentine dagger. Dedicated followers may have a tattoo of a scorpion’s stinger on their flesh

Tenets of Faith

All death is sacred, but only murder is sacred. Murder is an act of devotion — do not rush it. Murder is its own reward. Do not let an opportunity to kill pass you by. Each such moment is a blessing given by Lovitar. Murder by the hand of another is good, murder by your own hand is better. Do not betray the cult, even in death.

Priesthood

Given the opposition to this cult, the followers of Lovitar do not have a formal hierarchy. They exist in small isolated cells scattered throughout the Empire. Whilst they all share the same love of murder, there are a great number of differences between each group, with issues of dogma, purpose, and even practise being some of the most hotly debated subjects. When participating in religious ceremonies, cultists often adorn themselves in black robes trimmed in red.

"I am the harbinger of your demise. I am the nightmare in all mortals. I am the thing you fear the most. I am death..."

"The mouth is opening, red creatures pouring from the maw. The land is burnt and bare. The sky is ablaze. Men are fallen and armies scattered by his might. And then there comes a hero and he wields the weapon of the lord and he does smite his enemies. And the hero and the weapon become one, and the land is lost."

Type

Religious, Cult

Demonym

Lovite

Divines

• Lovitar