Doskvol is always dark.
It rains nearly every day.
The warm glow of the electroplasmic lamps light the main streets in the good parts of town. The places where the Bluecoats walk a regular route and only skim a little off the top of the profit margins. That’s the good part of the city, the places that appear safe; at first glance.
The Dusk has other places though. Places where the ever present criminal organizations are right out where you can see. Where the Bluecoats patrol infrequently so they don’t run afoul of the local gangs and hustle the citizens for protection just as much as they do the gangs. In these places the lamps are all black from poor city planning or lack of funds to keep them on. Leviathan oil is pricey after all and we can only maintain the city so quickly. Those places are dark and cold and bleak.
That’s where we can find a place to worship The Reconciler! It won’t be pretty in the beginning, but we that’s just the start! We can grow large! More prominent! Gain the respect that The Reconciler deserves! We can overthrow the Church of Ecstasy of the Flesh and, one day, we chosen few will stand as immortal spirits for all eternity! We few shall bring about a new age of enlightenment and prosperity in this age of fear and anguish and ignorance!
We are The Eternals. We will save you from an afterlife of madness and death and bring you a life that never ends. Join us. Or suffer with the other wretched, unworthy, masses.