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GUYS, LOOK;

The seasons DO NOT CHANGE in COTL. There is NO Spring, Summer, Autumn, or Winter. It DOES NOT get colder or warmer over time. So much has been LOST with the purging of the pantheon and I haven't seen ANYONE talking about it. Think of how many cultures and species were eradicated along with the deaths and/or disappearances of their patron deities! This is prime writing material, come on!!!

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brotherly fights

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Throws this at you and runs away-

HOLD MY COTL ART!!!!

I’ve been SUPER into cult of the lamb recently, like I’ve been playing almost everyday cause I’m crazy and this is what I’ve done in my own game LMAO

POST GAME NARINDER IS THE BEST OMG-

I have so much more but I gotta make it look good first >:3

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theY HAVE ME BY THE THROATTTT

hated every second I had to work on the lighting but it was worth it oughh

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Would you love me if I rubbed my face all over your ribcage

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most normal conversation they have

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"It was his fault" 3/4 Narinder also had a lot on his mind about the whole situation, let him vent a little.

Next part will be the last one of this series, but i already have i few things in mind for new stuff. Gonna take a short brake when i'm done tho, gotta take care of myself a bit. Enjoy! Part 2 Part 1

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yes all hugs for nari

these dysfunctional siblings should hug it out more after all the shit they've been through

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look it's the whole void kitty fam

Cat family. Baal and Aym with their biological mother and father figure.

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actually while ime still awake take this,,, I did more bunnysuit but for @kyoukorpse bc he got too many ideas on his plate so I told him I'd do this heehee :3

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⭐️ Little bit of angst from my AU, just a lil bit

Hopefully, gonna post more detailed info about my Death's Wish AU in the future, not sure when tho, classes have me in a chokehold ;-;

And a tiny Magma doodle, as a treat :3

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one of the prettiest shitten designs ive seen

Narilamb shitten design :3

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man pre-beheading lamb art is always heartbreaking to see, the fear, the anxiety, loneliness, the tiredness of it all & lamb having to hide who they are to survive......your expressions are so good why must you hurt me this way

spoiler: there is no family

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Family Photo

The Bishops around their first years of ruling, just wanted to draw tiny Nari and Leshy but then suddenly the other 3 appeared as well so <3

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Cult of the Lamb: Luck of the Lamb Part 4: Reap the Whirlwind

The physical body does not exist within the afterlife, instead the land is inhabited by the souls of the dead or departed. Resurrection repairs the mortal coil, but godly wounds ceaselessly weep. Thus, a god cannot survive death without the healing properties of a conduit crown. Despite this many have tried, though normally its not someone else's power keeping them clinging to the margins of life. A power now bonded through the sheer force of will to share a lonely throne. ~Previous/Next~ ~Start~ ~~~~ Story Segment Under Cut ~~~~

Rage. Betrayal. Vengeance.

Their fight filled the afterlife with destruction and violence. Two gods wrestling for the key to their power. Blade and blood met flame and fury.

Narinder was an old god, powerful beyond measure even in his imprisonment. He had commanded life and death, and weilded curses effortlessly. Una would not be the first god he'd killed.

Yet fate had other plans.

She crackled with divine energy, dancing around his attacks effortlessly.

Lucky.

It felt like ages, and yet before he knew it, it was over. Her blade, made of his crown, plunged into his chest, and his eldritch form crumbled. A god defeated, reduced to nothing.

And then...

Pain. Nothing but searing hot, agonizing pain. Narinder felt lost in a sea of torment, his body suddenly awash with screaming flesh. Through burning nerves he distantly noticed the world around him felt different, the brittle bone meal landscape of the gateway gone. Instead, he felt stone, grass, and chill air against his skin. His eyes felt like hot coals shoved in their sockets, and even trying to open them felt like a dagger to the skull. The sensations were nothing but a candle to the raging inferno of suffering. In another time, he wondered if this was what the mortals he damned in the afterlife felt like. Perhaps that was his fate now. Eternal pain. Fitting. Yet as he laid there, squirming weakly in the depths of agony, something approached. "Nrdnr?! Hly Shtt!" Muffled words reached his ears, soft hands scrambling over his skin. Some demonic tormentor, come to perpetuate or relish in his state? "Hld Stlll! Fgk Fgk!" It was impossible to think over the agony, and they pushed away his hands as he feebly tried to fend them off. The cold ground under him suddenly felt warm and sticky, the silken robes he wore suddenly wet with something. "Hre! Ths iz phor thg baain." His attacker grabbed his head, shoving some vial of something against his lips. The biter oily fluid hit the back of his throat, a spasm of coughs making his body jerk and flail, each one feeling like barbed wire was being flossed through his bones. This really was hell. Hands yanked his tattered robes off, exposing his skin to the cold air. Some kind of cloth wrapped around his arms, pulled tight against the angry nerves. More on his chest, pushed against the spaces in his ribs where an echo of betrayal now bled. Two betrayals. Twice now he'd trusted and lost for it. At least the last time he hadn't been alive to feel what dying was like. "Hold still! Where did all this blood come from?!" A sudden calmness entered his mind, and the fire of agony faded into a foggy, numb abyss. Narinder opened his eyes. Stars met him, the half moon's pale light shining down. He tilted his head up, the movement feeling like lifting a boulder. Some figure hunched over him, their hands covered in inky black liquid as they quickly unrolled another bandage and began wrapping it around his chest. Almost instantly the white fabric turned black. The fog around his head grew thicker, eyes fluttering heavily as consciousness became fleeting and fickle. The figure glanced at him, red meeting red. Despite his injuries, Narinder still possessed enough strength to recognize them.

"Narinder," Una's voice poured with grief. "I'm so sorry, please just hold on. Its going to be okay."

Another empty deceitful lie. "Una..." he muttered, voice a mere whisper through his scratchy and weak throat. "Narinder?" Her eyes wept a river of tears, the guilt in her words echoed across her face. The traitorous eye of his former crown gazed down from atop her head, watching with unending apathy. Rage bloomed in his oozing chest, a small surge of fury granting him some measure of energy. He summoned all of his remaining power, defiance filling his fading mind. "Fuck you." Darkness.

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Going through my art files today and found these panels that were supposed to be a continuation of this comic where Narinder's home was arrow trapped, but I forgot about them