softalker

[dogiperson]

Trick or treat

[aveloka-draws]

29. Claws

[olrinarts]

Day 29: Claws

this joke was much funnier in my head

anyway guess which twin found out nari and the lamb were a thing first and is holding it over her not-foster-mom

[the-artist-grimm]

You said Aym and Baal were sent to Narinder by Shamura by sacrifice, hearts being cut out and leaving a permanent scar in the spot.

You also said Forneus died by having her heart cut out and holds a scar of said death, on her chest.

You had baby Aym and Baal's deaths be a mirror of their mother's death, maybe as a way to tie them to her, maybe as a way for Shamura show how their heart regrets what they did. Either way, it was no mistake, was it?

It wasn’t a mistake, no! It’s both a play on how in-game Forneus constantly calls Aym and Baal her ‘hearts’, plus I thought it’d be interesting for Shamura to mirror the very death that brought their mother to Narinder. 

It was also a means of binding the twins to Narinder. Chains to bind a God must be forged of Godly matter, yet what of mortals? You can’t just use chains of iron to bind a mortal to a God, at least not in this case. They had to bind the twins’ souls to Narinder lest they just pass through the Gateway to the Afterlife as normal, and where does the soul reside? Within the heart. Once the deal was made Shamura left Forneus with the golden skull pendant and the fading kits in hand, returned to the place Narinder was chained, and alone began the ritual. The twins' hearts were cut out, crushed, and the gore used to draw out a variation of the sigil used on Narinder to send them away-one that would bind their souls to him. (Later on that actually poses an issue with reviving them, as Narinder's chains weren't fully broken since because he was removed from the chains by defeat rather than the correct method of sacrificing a devout heart to unlock them, it latched onto Aym and Baal as they were still tied to his soul, keeping them within the Gateway and nearly making Anthea and Narinder's one chance at resurrecting fail. )

It also doubled a means of sending what they thought was a message of ‘my heart is gone without you’ or something. But to Narinder he just viewed it as them taunting him-like he was convinced the Bishops hated him and that the two dead kittens were either a way to make him feel even more guilty about existing or to just be a really fucked up way of messing with him. He also thought the twins were from all 4 Bishops rather than just Shamura being 'tra-la-la kits be upon ye tra-la-la I miss you so much sorry I screwed up tra-la-la'

Not Shamura's finest idea.

[psychflood]

Aym doodle

Based on @starostasnow 's aym

I like him

A lot

Yes there is more

No im not posting it

[binxxu]

"I will give this wretch a taste of your wrath."

prompt 29: CLAWS

[twooftheluckyones]

Cult of the Lamb: Luck of the Lamb Part 3: Paradigm Shift Belief is a force beyond reckoning. What one believes in can shape the entire course of their lives, and if their will is strong enough, the lives of others as well. So great can someone's ideals be, that their divine power might change the very fabric of reality. After all, the Lamb was wrought to bring change. ~Previous/Next~ ~Start~

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"Una, you have done well," Narinder boomed from above. Finally, freedom was so close. Pride and triumph filled him, victory barely within his grasp. "You are freed from my service. Return the crown to me, so that I may be free! Finally... I will be FREE!" An electric energy filled his arms, the shackles binding him gone, now only one final chain to be broken. Una looked up at the god, eyes filled with awe but still pleading. "Narinder, I have one final request of you," she asked, nervousness filling her entire core and seeping into her words. She felt ready to implode. "Let me join you, fighting by your side as your most trusted follower!" Narinder's smile faded, looking guarded, but still neutral. "I have spent my entire life in your service, and hold you above all else. Let me stay by your side and continue my duties as your loyal servant, please!" Narinder's smile faded, and for a pause he looked at her, conflicted. "Your growing divinity has given you courage above all else... I will at least give you some closure." His jaw tightened, his demeanor turning dour as shadow covered his face. It had to be this way. "You ask far beyond what can be done. I cannot save you from your ending." He looked down at her, eyes narrow. "I arrived in much the same manner you did; by dying. My vile siblings struck me down, but death is my domain. The power within the crown would have allowed me to escape. It is only with their binding chains that I was trapped here." Una felt the floor vanish from under her, clutching the crown with fear. The implication of his words began to sink in. "No! There must be a way!" She stammered, desperation taking hold. "T-The ritual of resurrection?!" "The mortal soul is but a candle, simple to relight, but the raging power of a god cannot simply be rekindled with mere bones and chanting." He spread his arms wide, gesturing to the vast expanse around them. Suddenly the still air felt thick, oppressive, binding. "Their chains may be gone, but we are still both bound to this place, and have been since we died. Death is as inevitable as the sand in an hourglass running empty. It is only through the crown's power that a god can escape it." He looked at her again, and only for a moment she saw the faint glimmer regret in his eyes. But determination snuffs it instantly. "This includes you... Una," the name is oozing with remorse, far more sympathy than the god has ever granted anyone. "Your musings of emergent divinity are true. Even if you returned the crown, I cannot undo the divinity that now fills your soul." He stretched his arm out again, hand right in front of her. His eyes smoldered with command. There is no other way. "Return it. Now." Una did not obey. Her trembling hands steeled themselves around a jet black sword, glaring up at him with furious refusal in her eyes. Tears of betrayal ran down her face, but did not sway her hand. There had to be another way. The electricity in her body surged, divine energy rising up around her as she prepared to defy destiny. The space around them crackled with the whirlwind of power, a furious storm summoned by one who defies all odds and opposes fate itself. One becomes nothing, and the universe trembled in change.

[24202]

走開 ⚠️ Go Away

Bonus screenshot of them at my cult:

[ENG]:- I just love when Aym acts goofy 😭

[nellas-art]

29. Claws

Although Apollyon was trained as an axe warrior, she cannot deny the satisfaction the gauntlets give of tearing down foes with her hands.

I wish Baal and Aym popped up while crusading and tagged along with you until you returned to the cult.

[ninjasmudge]

their first meeting was pretty gay, anyone couldve made that mistake!

bonus:

[beautysnake]

kits......𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘴.......

[jollierot]

Aym and Baal negotiate dinner

[aveloka-draws]

Talking with death yay

[selvenus]

[caramelldansenu]

dumb interaction thing just for fun

[bamsara]

adoptive sons that wont appear until later later in the AU but. you know.