#{ EVIL LAMB EARLY IN THE TIMELINE REAL YIPPEE }

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Truth be told, they weren't expecting this to be quite so... frustrating.

They had begun mentally preparing themselves for it - the devotion they had to foster in exchange for a second chance at life, all in the name of the deity behind the very prophecy that had left them as the last lamb alive - since they'd found their first follower, but no amount of words from Rutau or their god would've made their mission easier.

While adding so many to the cult's following within the first week was good for productivity, most of said new followers often approached The Lamb with complaints or requests of their own.

Some were genuinely helpful, and they brushed their exhaustion aside to thank them for their suggestion...

Others were disrespectful and demanding, asking for things they didn't need or obviously couldn't have yet - was it truly so bad to sleep in a bedroll rather than a tent? - and The Lamb found themselves going on crusades more often than not.

It was after one of these crusades fueled by frustration that they all but barged back into the clearing, allowing their axe to transform back into the Red Crown as they stopped to both catch their breath and regain their composure.

The scowl on their face deepened as they watched their flock react, hoping that it would discourage those who'd take the opportunity to badger them once again.

Inhaling sharply, The Lamb pushed an impassive look onto their face and strode purposefully into their temple, relieved when no one dared follow.

...Except for one, who knocked timidly on the door.

"Begone." they called, "We must prepare for today's rituals. If you value your life, you will interrupt us no longer."

It was admittedly a little much, but they did not want to reduce their flock's numbers over a bout of uncontrollable anger. Not to mention that it worked well, hooved footsteps retreating hurridly, leaving them in blessed silence.

As tempting as it was, it would do no good for them to simply murder those who got on their nerves.

No, no. The Lamb had much bigger plans for them.