#enjoy this kallamar posting

[medys-space]

[nifaux]

Red flags!

I could not pass up the opportunity to do this with them! I hope you enjoy

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Next chapter up!! And sketches down below!! :>

[jestersarts]

tfw eternal statue torture prison

[thewitchoftheweed]

“We’ve gotta get out of here!” Kallamar says, voice quavering. “I told you this was a bad idea.” Narinder gestures toward the grand entrance with his dagger. The giant stone doors are sealed tight. The scratches near the bottom tell a story; they’re not the first ones to get trapped in Neftis’s temple.  “We’re seeing this through; we don’t have a choice.” He peers around the pillar. The goddess of death is waiting, her golden scepter resting in her coils. It radiates powerful magic, adding to her own. Get that away, and some of her magic is gone. It’ll give them half a chance, which is better than their current odds of no chance. “I’m going to get that scepter away from her, cover me.” “Narinder, WAIT-”

[the-artist-grimm]

Following on from the wonderful "smecks lore" drop earlier, are there any other little headcanons of history within the world you would like to share that maybe you've not been able to incorporate into your work?

I'm sorry for calling it that but it is what it is

Love your work as always Yadda Yadda Yadda I'll shut up now bye!

Alright Miscellaneous Lore Lightning Round go!

Anthea

-Favorite color is green! They don’t mind the red since it’s on brand with the Red Crown, but Anthea would’ve preferred a green cloak had they the choice, it’s why they have green mixed in anywhere else in the outfit they can. 

-They're VERY petite and it's likely from their mother's side since their dad was a giant lol. They can get grumpy about it, but they do really enjoy how Narinder can just pick them up easily. They DON'T enjoy when the kits get taller than they are though XD

-Their love of stars comes from their father! Their village was hidden in the woods with little view of the sky through the trees, so when their father, Aries, started taking Anthea at age 4 out with him on supply runs he would try to always leave time for them to stargaze and tell them stories about the constellations.

-Anthea was the one who found their father’s remains-when he didn’t come home one morning no one else in the village knew his routes, so at just 8 years old they went out on their own to find him in secret. It took hours and was pretty far out, but they did find him eventually, first his bloodied robes and pack, then his charred remains. Heretics had jumped and sacrificed him via a fire to Shamura going off the sigils left burned into his skull, and it was only by the wedding band still left on his hand that they could ID him. From there they broke down for a while, and after crying themselves dry of tears, numbly packed as much of his bones and ashes as they could into the pack and returned home.

Bishops

All the bishops have several domains, but they do each have a main 2 each as follows;

Leshy: Chaos and Order Heket: Famine and Harvest Kallamar: Pestilence and Medicine Shamura: War and Wisdom Narinder: Death and Sleep (the sleep domain was inspired a little by both Greek Mythology and @hotchocolatedemon ‘s AMAZING fic Ichor Betwixt Mortal Palms GO READ IT)

Narinder

-Narinder’s more mellow/melancholic personality in this AU directly stems from his low self-esteem and his belief that his siblings hated him. Had the twins not ended up in his care Anthea likely would've met a VERY numb god, but as guilty as he felt about it, having two sweet kids around was a balm to that festering wound of grief.

-Narinder’s domain of Death is more specifically ‘Peaceful Death’ (Drawing from how Hypnos-the greek god of sleep, is a peaceful god) 

-Narinder's been mostly disconnected from his Sleep domain due to the chains separating him from mortals (he actually feared sleep would be impossible for a time after the chains but thankfully outside of more nightmares most are unaffected rest-wise), but when he starts hearing about Anthea’s nightmares from the crown he starts trying to get them to fall asleep in the Gateway to try and get a chance to peer in.

Heket 

-Heket is a big fucking lesbian ™ and has a thing for ladies that can beat her over the head with a hammer. (cough Forneus cough). While acting as vessel Forneus prefered to attack Heket's ranks the most since it pissed her off a LOT, but it gradually became a weird breaking each others chops to flirt thing. They haven't spoken since Forneus gave up the crown, but Heket is actually part of the reason why she became the one vessel not hunted down-post vesselship.

She didn't know Forneus had been pregnant nor that Shamura took the kits till after the fact, but after learning about it she felt so sorry for her that she told Leshy and Kallamar to leave her be, and that if any of their forces so much as touched her they'd be punished. Like Forneus could be a pain, but she could match her in a fight which Heket really respected.

Aym and Baal

-The twins are technically 300+, but since their aging has been so slowed they don’t recognize it, think children trapped in Neverland, so long as they’re in the gateway centuries can pass and they won’t perceive a thing. They would still be newborns without Narinder intervening with his magic, and the gateway age of 11 is just him guessing based off their teeth (he saved all their fallen kitten teeth since it was the only way to vaguely keep track of their age). When freed Aym still has 2 left and Baal 1, meaning they're just at the start of adolescence.

-Which on that note Narinder feeding them tiny amounts of magic over the centuries has kinda transformed the two-they’re more demi-god than mortal now, and stop visibly aging at 25 since they’re immortal. They also each took on minor aspects of Nari’s domains, Aym can sense when death is near, and Baal can vaguely sense the type of dream someone’s having.

Knucklebones Gang 

-Ranks while working as Ratau’s disciples:

Flinky - Medic and Spymaster, he still actually passes along old contacts/cashes in favors for Anthea now Shrumy - Loyalty Enforcer and Guard Captain, he used to be a pretty tough fighter and later became Anthea’s combat instructor after they entered Ratau’s care. He starts teaching the twins eventually too. Klunko and Bop - Tax Enforcer and Head of Trade, wasn’t very good at actually collecting tax but was good at getting good deals from traders

-I hinted at this in one of my COTLtober pieces but Flinky and Ratau are married! They got together during Ratau’s time as vessel and married after he lost the crown.

-The traps mentioned in the same piece are also to keep Heretics out of Ratau's territory since he's wanted.

-Ratau and Flinky are also technically Anthea’s adopted fathers-they alternate between calling them by their names or ‘Dad’ for Ratau and ‘Pa’ for Flinky depending on their mood/who’s with them. 

-The Cult knows that if the Leader is gonna be gone for awhile then the Rat's in charge-Ratau before Narinder's freed/reconciled with the lamb would often be asked to babysit, though once Narinder's officially Anthea's partner that role goes to him typically, meaning Ratau can go back to enjoying his retirement.

That's just some random bits for now!

[paruparuparuparu]

Finally posting art because I was having fun with the alcohol markers and my new pens and ended up doing all the bishops!!^^

Shamura gave me the most pain because the brightest shade of purple was actually a pink and the other purples were far too dark.

The ones I enjoyed doing the most had to be Kallamar and Leshy’s :]

Also, these won’t really make sense time wise, but I was more focused with having fun to think about it at the time.^^’

[wolsalwastaken]

My headcanons for the species of the bishops (+ bonus headcannons):

Leshy is an American dagger moth caterpillar, his little black spiky things and fluffy green appearance all match up with it. Since he’s clearly an adult, but is also stuck as a caterpillar, my headcanon is that his godhood prevented him from fully aging, as he was a caterpillar when being granted his power. He also can read in braille, however he is dyslexic, so he’s not very good at it.

Heket is a Cane Toad. Since Cane Toads are prevalent in Australia and are known for having an incredibly large appetite (and incredibly large size), I’d bet actual money that that’s what she was based off. Also yes, she canonically is a toad she isn’t a frog guys. It’s also incredibly painful for her to speak, even after her being healed, so she chooses to communicate through sign language most of the time.

Narinder is an Egyptian Mau, the first ever species of domestic cat (they also are often black in color). I also dreamt that he’s ambidextrous so that’s now a headcanon I have, idk my subconscious projected it onto him. Maybe it’s bc I myself am ambidextrous, or maybe I’m just weird.

Kallamar is a vampire squid, since vampires are blamed for the spread of disease, plus vampire squids have lil ears + a big ass forehead, it just makes sense to me. Since Kallamar is either partially or entirely deaf, he can communicate through speech but can only receive information through sign language. Him and Heket have the easiest time communing.

Shamura is a regal jumping spider, as seen with their bright coloration and big eyes. They use post-it notes to remind themself of things, however 90% of the time the notes are entirely unhelpful 1-word clues. Sometimes Leshy will intentionally mess with them by leaving fake notes.

Anyways just wanted to share my headcanons for them bc I want to, idk. Hope you’ve enjoyed them- if anyone’s wondering why I got oddly specific with species it’s bc I’m a biology major and animal nerd.

(Pictured below are the animals I hc them as, in order of mention)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can we possibly have platonic fluff scenario with the bishops and a kid reader

Like one of their followers have or found a kid and they helped look after them and realized they generally like being a parental/sibling figure It generally depends on who

bishops x kid!reader (platonic)

shorter post since my hands arent cooperating with typing right now RAAAAHRAAAAAH!!! notes: reader is gn and age isnt specified but its written with a younger kid in mind, can be seen as any animal cws: none

LESHY

more like a brother than a father to you- does not have the guidance or experience necessary to raise a kid, though he will still try to put you on the right path

plays light pranks on you- if this were a human au he would be the type to wake you up for school on a saturday

the type to feed you shredded cheese as a meal/hj, does not know what kids eat or like to eat

not reckless with you but its clear that his methods are a little... all over the place

HEKET

mix of big sister and mom vibes, it really depends on whats going on in the moment

wont fight a kid who bullies you but boy is she going to give the parents the biggest stink eye

doesnt spoil you like kallamar, but shes not going to be strict with you

lets you go with her to her temple, for whatever duties she needs to get done... answers any questions you may have about what exactly she does as a bishop- dont let her short or gruff responses fool you! shes proud of her work and enjoys that you think shes cool!

KALLAMAR

he spoils you, cannot say no to you- youre also the best dressed kid in the cult, decked out with the newest robes and crystals

worries about you a lot though, treats every scraped knee like you need an amputation

keeps those feelings to himself though, because he doesnt want to freak you out, truly one of the last things he wants

has experience as a sibling but shamura did a lot of the support and upbringing with the other three, so kallamar is learning as he goes- sometimes asks shamura for some advice

SHAMURA

god it brings back some memories and feelings from when their siblings were younger- already has the experience needed to take care of a child

so gentle with you, though theyre firm to make sure you dont get into any trouble

always save some time at the end of the day to check on you before you go to sleep

speaking of i can see them reading stories to you- sure they may not be all that interesting to someone your age but they like making sure youre learning at least something.. more than thrilled if you seem interested in the stories and info they tell

[aughtpunk]

On the subject of Disability and the "Forgiveness of the Lamb" series

It has been brought to my attention that there's a person (who will go unnamed) going around accusing my work of being ableist on the grounds that during the series The Bishops have their Narinder-inflicted injuries healed and therefore are no longer disabled. I wanted to take a moment to address this.

The Bishops are healed in the Forgiveness of the Lamb series not because being disabled is bad and they need to be "fixed". I am disabled myself and find that very concept horrible. The Bishops are healed because it's a literal manifestation of their and Narinder's relationships being fixed. He apologizes, they forgive him, and because of this the injury he inflicted on them is undone. The healing is symbolic, not a means to "fix" them.

(I even tagged the fic with 'The Literal Healing is also a Metaphor' to stress the point).

It's also worth nothing that The Bishops aren't fixed. While their relic body parts have been returned each of them are still disabled. Leshy's sight has been damaged causing him to be nearsighted and to have blurry vision. Heket has breathing problems making physical activity hard. Kallamar is still deaf in one ear. And Shamura now suffers from debilitating migraines. I have touched on all of these lightly so far but plan to go into them with each POV story.

I request that in the future if anyone has a problem with any of my stories you should contact me directly with them and, as long as you are respectful, I will gladly talk to you about it. Do not spam and bother other people on their own posts for enjoying my work.

To everyone who has been enjoying the Forgiveness of the Lamb series and leaving kudos, making art, or leaving comments: Thank you. It's been a long time since I've felt welcomed in a fandom like this. I hope all of you enjoy the rest of the series.

[rexxkazu]

A little snippet of the beginning of 'To Dead Futures'

What had happened was meant to happen. It was supposed to be without flaw, the plan he’d crafted in the hundreds of lifetimes he’d spent in his isolation. It was prophesied. A lamb who would bring the end of his imprisonment. They would be his most loyal of followers, his vessel. 

They followed his words, obeyed his commands, and cut down his traitorous siblings one after the other. 

They had introduced themselves to him, insisting he call them by name. 

“Lambert. Call me Lambert.” Their smile made him scowl in response.

“I will not, lamb.” Why indulge the mortal? They had a purpose, and they were to serve it. “Continue in your crusade, do not dwell here.”

They seem to sidestep his words, “You can’t just call me ‘lamb,’ or ‘vessel,’ forever y’know! Well- you can but, it wouldn’t hurt for you to use my name!”

A grumble echoes from his throat as he uses what little mobility he has to push the lamb toward the resurrection circle with a curled claw. “Go now, little lamb. Do not make me repeat myself.”

Lambert huffs as they cross their arms, but otherwise listens to the command. “Fine. Fine, yes, I know. I’ll see you next time a heretic decides to burn me alive with a giant fireball!”

The lamb waves obnoxiously as Narinder watches them leave. The circle flashes red beneath hooved feet, and they return to the mortal plane in a blink.

Conversations between the god and lamb were not uncommon. The god had a need for the lamb, and the lamb, well, the lamb was just annoying. Narinder could admit they are amusing in their own way, but there is a difference between ‘entertaining’ and ‘annoying.’

The lamb definitively walks the line every time they speak.

It is many centuries before the fall of his youngest brother, Leshy, an arrogant child. Narinder will enjoy his suffering as he did when watching the lamb’s sword cut him into pieces.

The fall of his sister came next, her cries of anguish filled him with satisfaction as the chains around his limbs grew looser without her influence. 

His vessel continues on their mission.

His older brother’s pathetic excuses and cowardice get him killed soon after his sister. Kallamar always was a sniveling excuse for a god. Pathetic, even in death.

“Do you ever miss them? Your siblings, I mean.” The Lamb had died to a spider in Shamura’s domain, it had caught them off guard. A slip-up that won’t happen again.

“What an absurd question. There is nothing about them to miss. They are traitors, betrayers.” Skeletal hands ache as they curl into equally bony palms. “Being their brother means nothing to me, just as they mean nothing to me.”

“That sounds… lonely.”

“Your pity insults me, Vessel.” Narinder sneers at them, “You’ve pried enough. Leave, Lamb, I grow tired of your presence.”

“Bah, alright, alright.” They huff and kick at the fog covering the ground before they prepare to be resurrected.

It isn’t long before the lamb is deposited in the cult grounds, continuing their duties as if they hadn’t died a gruesome death prior to their return. 

The Lamb is not so easily deterred.

The Lamb’s blade holds no hesitation, having killed three gods, what is a fourth? The death of his oldest sibling is swift and efficient. Despite this, Shamura’s death felt like a thorn driven into his side. Their twisted, riddled words send waves of irritation down his spine as he listens to them share a conversation with his vessel, a conversation they had no business having.

The eldest of his four siblings fell just as the others had, their spindly legs growing stiff post-mortem. It is with their death, that he feels freedom come ever closer.

There is only one thing left to do.

“Vessel, I relinquish you from your service to the Red Crown. Return it to me, and embrace the end that awaits. With this last sacrifice of my most devoted Follower, I will be freed. Approach, vessel, and lay your life down at my feet." 

That is all that must be said before that lamb returns what is his. The red crown returns easily to his own head.

And with that, The Lamb was granted a gentle caress for their end. Peaceful and without pain, something suiting of their soft and gentle nature despite the thousands they killed in Narinder’s name.

This was where it was supposed to end.

All was fine, great even, but no. Existence was never going to be so easy, no matter the power he may hold. He was a weak fool for allowing a sapling of favor to grow for The Lamb, something that should have remained nothing but appreciation for a sharp tool.

This was a mistake that cost him his peace when he had just gained his freedom. How foolish. How stupid.

Narinder held no ill intentions for The Lamb, for why should he? They have served their time as his vessel faithfully and without dally, despite the conversations he indulged between deaths. 

All tasks given were taken and completed with a bow and a grin that could rid hell of its shadows. So, why is it that The Lamb’s sacrificed soul dissipates into nothing?

[cloudydreamingart]

Kallamar wip cause I need to post something lol

Pls enjoy

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Chapter three uploaded!!

Chapter sketches/doodles under the cut :>

[joffyworld]

what are some Cult Of The Lamb Bishops head canons that you will defend with your entire existence. Please a couple for each bishop. Thank you so much love ur poems BTW!!!

First of all thank you!!!!!! So sweet of you I'm glad you enjoyed them there's still at least 3 more to come soon

Also for headcanons,

Narinder

Was actually an okay dad to Baal and Aym, not very affectionate at all but he did care and they knew it deep down

Was a nice and caring brother Pre-Betrayal, just flew a bit too close to the sun and the prophecy forced the bishops to act

Deeply in love with the Lamb, has zero rizz though

Is basically @bamsara's TROD Narinder, sardonic asshole with a heart of not quite gold (because that fic got me into this fandom so yk he's my default)

Smokes cigarettes because what's it gonna do? Kill him

Hates people that smoke cigarettes

Also not my headcanon but someone made a trans Narinder I can't remember who but that was fucking awesome (maybe @ghosts-and-glory I think that might've been them, shout-out their COTL stuff so good sorry for @'ing you if you want it removed ghost please let me know)

Leshy

Slavic king, stereotypical Adidas tracksuit enjoyer

PIWO PIWO PIWO PIWO PIWO PIWO

Says Kurwa a lot

Bites everything

Living or not he bites it

Is actually a caring and loveable but chaotic younger brother (Pre-Betrayal)

Goes insane a bit and only has moments of normalcy and regret (Post-Betrayal) (this one's kinda in the poems if you look carefully) (also his dialogue in-game if you refuse to help him with his artifact)

Gay for boycat (idk just how it's always portrayed)

Heket

GAAAAAAAAAAAY

Very gay, lesbian queen

Like a kinder lesbian aunt vibe

Very hungry

Sarcastic but cares

Very "do what needs to be done"

Lives with the regret as best she can

Also has zero rizz, pathetic wet beast of a lesbian

Kallamar

The gayest

Like so gay

Pansexual icon

Just a gigantic whore

Coward, uses manipulation and sexuality to coerce more than he uses violence

Jewellery king, collects that shit like pokemon

Is best friends (maybe a situationship) with Midas

Super gay

Shamura

Regrets it all, would turn back time if they could

Non-binary but queen and motherly vibes

Oldest sibling by a wiiiiiide margin so they took on a motherly role

Goes by she/they

Wise beyond their years even after the brain damage

Brain damage made them go loopy though, basically trapped in time reliving the prophecy over and over

Accepts that they tried their best but feels immense guilt they failed their family

After resurrection their brain slowly recovers memories and they become a surrogate mother to the Lamb

Does not blame the Lamb at all

Sews and Knits (begins as rehab for their muscle coordination but continues as a hobby)

Is gay (lesbianism my beloved)

Is actually really kind and decent as far as a God goes, very forgiving and wishes they had acted differently in the past

Still loves Narinder even before the lamb comes to kill the gods, sent him Aym and Baal through a deal and ritual with Forneus so Forneus was okay with it too (and the kits didn't have to die)

[karmarox]

Chaos and the Lamb

Or: My Leshy X Lamb / Shrubwool headcanons (Sorry to the Kallamar fans that ate up my wet beast character study for doing Leshy first but a reply made me inspired)

First off, as a preface for pretty much any Bishop x Lamb ship in general to be healthy the Lamb has to be one that has either worked through their revenge/moved past it, obviously. Generally speaking in my interpretations of canon the Lamb would have gotten any closure/Justice they were seeking in the first go around and then by the time of entering the post game and freeing the Bishops from their eternal punishment they would have found another purpose in the Cult/as a God. So, aside from any lingering feelings over seeing them again, in their eyes, they got their revenge, sentence, and both the Lamb and the Bishops all got a second chance after death. Anything else is no longer personal (although more benevolent Lambs probably does have feelings for what a dangerous, stagnant state the Bishops left the lands in).

Leshy in particular I think the Lamb would have an easier time forgiving/accepting due to a combination of Leshy being the youngest and weakest and arguably having the least involvement/responsibility in everything that happened as well as by virtue of being the youngest/weakest being the one who spent the longest in Purgatory. So already the Lamb is a bit kinder to them than the other Bishops.

Leshy was the god of Chaos, so despite everything he does have a bit of a "Letting Nature Takes Its Course" mentality. While initially bitter about the whole getting killed and letting his family down and being put through Purgatory only to discover everything that happened after he was gone, he ends up having a surprisingly similar mentality to the Lamb in that there's nothing really "personal" left to feud over in his second life. He's pretty much neutral to the Cult, but warms up a lot more once he finds out the Lamb is freeing his siblings too.

As for how they bond... well, being young gods forced into a role without much teaching gives them both a lot to talk about. Leshy is actually surprisingly really competent in pretty much any task given to him despite his blindness and chaotic luck and tendency to get distracted. The latter can generally be solved by just changing up the things he's given so things don't get too monotonous. Leshy ends up finding that he enjoys being given tasks he thinks are "easy" and being rewarded with lots of free time and praise. In return Leshy ends up helping the Lamb learn a whole lot more about nature. Also tries to encourage them to have more fun and recreation time. Totally on a whim (and maybe to see what kind of trouble/shenanigans the Lamb would come up with for "fun").

The Lamb is surprised at how competent Leshy is at pretty much any job or chore given to him. Farming, Cooking, Bartending, Logging. Basically as long as Leshy can keep his mind on the task he's one of the most efficient workers around. Discovering that Leshy is absolutely and totally weak to praise and positive reinforcement was an accident, but one that Lamb quickly learns from and totally begins exploiting.

Finding out that Leshy is also highly weak to physical contact was also an accident. Probably tried petting him as a joke like one of the Dog followers after a good job once they've gotten more friendly with each other. This got a bigger reaction out of the worm than the Lamb expected. So they ended up doing it more, and Leshy pretty much turned into a mushy bush in their hands... And then the Lamb also ends up realizing at the same time how starved for touch and physical affection they are.

It just progressed from there. Pretty much any time they talk to each other, at least a bit of touching will ensue. It grounds them both. A comforting presence despite everything. Petting, holding, brushing, a gentle touch amidst chaos. The Lamb feels relaxed in ways they forgot/never knew by being able to hold and lean on someone whenever they want and having that someone respond positively. Leshy highly enjoys feeling different parts of the Lamb (and also enjoys the Lamb's reactions and tries to imagine/remember what they look like).

They get pretty mushy even in public. It's fondness expressed not in words or kisses but in holding hands, caresses, touches, nuzzling even in the middle of conversation. Followers and onlookers are either jealous, d'awwing over how endearing it is, embarrassed over how much handholding is going on, or completely baffled if they're more familiar with the history.

As an aside: The Lamb's bell ends up becoming one of Leshy's favorite noises. It sounds nice, and nowadays means something good's probably going to happen to him in a moment. Mortality isn't so bad. He still wants to see if restoring his sight is still possible, though. He can get around without his eyes, but being able to see his loved ones again and remember what they look like would be nice...

[yanderes-galore]

Sure! I accidentally posted this early 😔 My bad! Doing it now :) Ending a bit weird but I hope I made things work.

Indebted

Yandere! The Lamb Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Blood, Murder, Cults, Religion, Marriage, Jealousy, Sacrifices, Manipulation

Sacrifice was what ran this land. No matter your territory, there was sacrifice. Usually always chosen at random, always to a Bishop.

There was Leshy of the grassy Darkwood. Heket of the fungal plagued Anura. Kallamar of the underwater Anchordeep. Lastly, Shamura of the webbed Silk Cradle.

All of them required the lives of their followers. You never enjoyed their rule, but there was no choice. As you lay there in the sacrificial circle, cultist chanting the name of their Bishop, you close your eyes.

All life comes to an end.

....

...

You couldn't believe what you heard. Your eyes snap open to see a crowned lamb. In an instant, they slay your captors. With eyes both innocent and powered by the Red Crown, they approach you.

They're diligent with their hands, undoing your bonds and standing in front of you. They have a small smile on their face when you look at them bewildered.

"You... you saved me-"

The lamb bleats, presumably in agreeance. They looked proud of their work.

"I am... grateful for you."

Before you can continue and ask much needed questions, their eyes glow red and you're sent through another circle. Darkness consumes you and you wonder if what they did was better than sacrifice.

---

You awake on a stone circle and see many faces hard at work. On closer look they all wore red robes. A temple stands in your view along with a large statue. You see many pray before it and look closer.

A statue of a lamb...

Lamb...

Where was the lamb?

Everything stops once you hear the jingle of a bell, a figure walking onto the grounds of where you lay. This was a cult... but one like no other. This was no cult of any Bishop you knew-

You widen your eyes when you see the lamb.... The savior of you from sacrifice and from what it seems, the leader of this cult. The Cult of The Lamb....

Again, they stand before you. The Lamb's eyes softly stare at you, expecting an answer. You quickly find your words.

"Please, savior... let me join your cult. I wish to be safe here."

The Lamb stares more before finally bleating in reply. With a blinding light, you don red robes. Stepping off the circle, you look to The Lamb and know what you must do.

It's time for work.

---

This was your family. The Lamb, your savior. Anything they did was met with praise. They did well to heal your pain.

Unexpectedly, The Lamb had been sensitive around you. Your strong leader often came to speak, or, bleat... with you. You felt... honored.

You felt you were special. They gave you gifts, necklaces of all kinds. They made the best meals to gain your loyalty. You pushed yourself harder in response.

The Lamb was even sensitive to your sadness. It was as if they could read your mind. The moment they sensed your distressed mind, a bleat is heard behind you.

They knew your pain. They knew, even in this sanctuary, you still feared the Bishop who hurt you. The Lamb... felt they knew what to do.

They comfort you with flower crowns and small gifts. They assure you that they'll protect you. When you're feeling better... they leave.

They come back days later...

The Bishop who hurt you's heart in their bloodied hands.

The sight stuns you at first, the cult wooing at the victory of their leader. You stare wide-eyed at the heart when your leader comes forward. They bleat, tilting their head. They await your approval.

"Thank you... my lamb-"

With an excited bleat, they gesture to the temple Another sermon for their victory.... A sacrifice of a heretic for the cult...

They want you to see it... all in your honor.

---

A marriage. Bells ring through out the holy wood building and cultists sit patiently. It was a day of comfort, a day of relaxation...

A day where your leader shows just how much they care for you.

Standing in the circle, you feel The Lamb hold your hands/paws. You can barely process the situation before they pull you into their wool, kissing you. A ring is placed on the both of you, the crowd cheers.

The Lamb was your savior... and your spouse.

Ever since they slaughtered your old Bishop, The Lamb has been dedicated. They had been giving you gifts up to this point to show you they care. What other way to say you're theirs than a marriage ceremony.

You thought they did it all for you. They did, but they also had other motives. They wanted to keep you to themselves.

All of your friends had been sacrificed by them. For the greater good, you assumed. You never suspected The Lamb to get rid of them out of jealousy.

They were brutal to the Bishop who hurt you. Not only for The One Who Waits, but for you. Their blade cut them down and they knew they could never hurt you anymore.

To The Lamb, marriage was the best thing for the both of you. You continued to work, the skull necklace around your neck being a promise of long life. Each time after a crusade, The Lamb kisses you softly.

The Lamb is more than your savior. They're your leader, your spouse... you love them. They love you, even sacrificing other followers to keep your attention to themselves.

You are indebted to them....

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The One Who Waits laughs at his vessel's attraction. A slayer of Gods yet so vulnerable to this one follower. He wonders their motive.

"Lamb, what is so special about them? Why do you commit such vile acts in their name, not mine? I applaud you... even if your reasoning is so strange."

The chained one thinks The Lamb's experiences with love are funny. Even if when he brings it up, The Lamb pouts. He truly wonders just how far they'd go for you...

In return how far would you go for them?

At The Lamb's upset bleat, the chained Bishop of Death laughs.

"As long as they help our cause, vessel. I will be sure to keep them alive for as long as you wish in return for your obedience."

The One Who Waits watches as The Lamb bows and is sent away. The fallen Bishop hums to himself while he watches his vessel return to their beloved.

He thinks you'll prove useful...

You may be a good form of motivation for The Lamb, maybe you'll follow the chained Bishop too