The cultist, known only as Zed, had been sent by the Cultist's Lair to collect more sacrifices for the summoning of a full demon. As he made his way through the festival crowds, he couldn't help but be distracted by the jovial atmosphere around him. Families reunited, old friends laughing and drinking together, and the smell of delicious food wafting through the air.

Zed's thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of someone shouting "Thief!" in the distance. He turned his head to see a group of petty thieves being chased by the festival guards. Zed shook his head in disgust. How could they steal during such a joyous occasion?

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He continued on his mission, weaving his way through the crowds until he reached a more secluded area. Here, he spotted a group of unsuspecting victims, ripe for the taking. With a cold smile on his face, Zed began to approach them, his hand reaching for the sacrificial blade at his side.

But just as he was about to strike, he was suddenly tackled to the ground by a group of festival-goers who had witnessed his dark intentions. Zed struggled against them, but it was no use. He was quickly subdued and handed over to the festival guards.

As Zed was dragged away, he couldn't help but curse his luck. He had been so close to completing his task, and now he would have to face the wrath of the Cultist's Lair for his failure.

Meanwhile, the festival continued on, blissfully unaware of the danger that had been lurking in their midst. People danced, drank, and sang the night away, enjoying the temporary peace that had been granted to them by the shining stars above.