I was...hidden. Bill must've used an invisibility spell on me.
"Hey, humans, who are you calling "Lord" anyways?" Bill chided, causally relaxing in the air.
The leader of the cult, it seemed, stepped forwards. "We are the Notas Society. We worship you, Lord Cipher," he said, bowing down.
All except the small boy followed suit.
"Oh. That's great."
Bill was seriously sick of dealing with cults that claimed to worship him.
"Our Great and Powerful Lord, why have you taken on a form of a weakling as we are?"
"SILENCE! MY FORM IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!" Bill screamed.
The whole cult seemed taken aback by his sudden outburst.
Everyone except that small boy.
"Greatest Lord, please make a deal with us!" They all shouted out in unison.
"I guess I could. But then you'd have to do something for me!" Bill said maniacally.
"Anything, Lord!"
"So, what is it that you want?" Bill asked, clearly smirking.