calamity grace /12 cb

Born without gender or agenda it was decided that calamity would bring about the apocalypse.

Every cult needs a little pizazz, a promise to gain the affection of the flockless sheep. Doesn't have to be a big one, just something sweet enough to grab their attention. So when Calamity's father promised that the birth of his first child would mark the end of Panem, a lot of folks in Twelve got on board with that.

Rituals were developed, ancient primal things hellbent on sacrifice and blood. Anything was on the table when it came to keeping the flock entertained. Divination through bones, ancient rules and traditions practised in the dead of night.

Folks didn't know much, still don't. Calamity's father had found a cave deep in the woods near an old mine shaft. It ran deep underground to where a large natural underground pool had formed. The ceiling was covered with glimmering iridescent lights that looked like the night sky.

A holy place.

It hadn't been hard to convince the others that The Mother had given them this place, led her father to their home. For he was the child of The Mother and his seed would bring their end.

The only thing is, he hadn't ever really said just how Calamity was going to do that. It's okay, they're working on it, they're trying.

It'll come to them.