#him and narinder KEPT FIGHTING EVERY DAY

[microwavablefork]

a story in 4 parts 🫶

[cconfusedkat]

For another few decent weeks, I had been thinking abt Wilt's bishops,, and how I wanted them to look. Soooo over the past week, as well as pmv planning, I came up with a few things for the rest of the four :>ccc

This would be pre-betrayal, way before Wilt killed their siblings rather than,, just injuring them! No good deed! Ouch

Wilt had slowly become a spider everyone learned to fear by instinct. They had more members in their war cult compared to the other four—speeeaaaaking of cults, the only cult that didn't exist in Goat's world is the death cult! Instead, the purple crown of wisdom was given to Thanatos (a.k.a Narinder , puprinder if you will :>c for months i wanted to make a german spitz lol-)

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Hi! Hi. We good. Are we good now. Are you still okay with suicide and graphic death details . Let's continue 🎊

Their deaths were erased off the og two images up- but yeah, instead of leaving the four with injuries, they went with the full kill option,,, attempting to prove their worth as a god of war? Which? They SHOULDNT have since being a god AND monarch was already plentiful for them???? But hey i guess thats just how mental illness operates and passes down onto you

Ive yet to draw a proper thing for how thanatos. like. Laid there on his wooden bed with a carved skull. That was when i kept him as a cat but i changed my mind two days ago, and, well, here we are- hes a dog now-

Im about 50 seconds into the pmv so i dont have All the things i want to share from my brain! However without spoiling too much-

Wilt clearly did regret murdering their siblings after a while in Purgatory. This isnt them in Purgatory to clarify, as purgatory is a bright & neon orange and full of clouds,, plus we're missing the chain in the head if thats the case ^v^;;

Thanatos was the last planned one to die. Wilt was angry at how long he hid from them, and thanatos ... thanatos didnt know what else to do , especially considering he had a status to mantain and it was rather foolish of him to continue hiding.

Hours before Wilt would arrive to Thanato's palace, thanatos told his guards about framing wilt for murder. The guards looked at him like a crazed man (which, to be fair, he had a right to be going crazy cuz his siblings werent just dead but the other important gods were dying alongside,, he didnt wanna die under the wrath of the god of war. That'd make him look even more foolish than he already saw himself as)

Wilt busted down Thanato's door in his bedroom. Every other room in the palace of his was empty. They opened the curtains to only find his body laying flat—diagonally—on the wooden bed, his bishop clothes still on with a carved off head. His whole skull was visible and still had some blood left on the sockets and bone.

^ Forgot to mention, Wilt wasn't just freaked out at Thanato's still body on the bed. They freaked out because his "ichor" was red. Gods had black, blue, or golden ichor: mortals had just red blood. Wilt realized Thanatos felt every single second of pain from his own suicide.

Causing a panic response in Wilt as planned, they fell to their knees only crying more ichor,, Thanato's guards captured Wilt. It wasn't likely of them to go down without a fight. Areem, one of Thanto's main guards, knew this about Wilt; he prepared a step further, secretly being all the way on the top of the bed, plunging his sword into Wilt's head to go down through their whole body

UMMM. SO. That was what sent Wilt to Purgatory, can also be be referred to as The Above- Areem was the one to then guard Wilt usually in Purgatory. He gave them a change of robes, just not the ones they Actually wanted (the dark gray-purple robes with the gray-purple shall) WHIIIICH EXPLAINS THIS IMAGE FROM OCTOBER

Currently not too sure on what else to mention about these bishops! I did switch the evil's around, though :o) another little fact about Wilt is that their other four legs were cut off so that's why in Purgatory + Follower form they have two legs rather than their original spider form pre-betrayal.

I do wanna add that their actions are inexcusable so ,, even as a follower in goat's cult they're still like. Pretty rude and blunt. Sometimes it's on purpose, but lesser times its not on purpose. I like to believe they grew desensitized to death over time as well as lacking empathy due to social isolation for three millenia, so that explains their behavior much better rather than excusing it? They are the villain of their own history so- lmao-

The goat genocide happened simultaneously before and after Wilt's death! It took three millenia to eradicate all the goat's left of the warlands, perfect timing for Goat & Ram to die ++ showing up in Wilt's realm (which was another perfect convenience for two siblings to appear, since Thanatos died long ago and his wisdom crown was inactive,, the only crowns Wilt had access to were the crown of famine & the crown of wisdom! (Another thing that explained their changed title after giving goat & ram the crowns of war++wisdom, the god of fear and famine)

ER OK YEAH THAT MIGHT BE ALL I HAVE TO SHARE FOR NOW!! YAYYYYYY I just gotta continue working on the pmv :-3cc

[cario55555]

Gonna be taking a bit of a break from art and such and so, specifically cotl stuff mainly because i got abunch of wips in the backlog and others stuff to doodle but also i like this little freakshow im making too so have abunch of fun facts about the funny lamb universe i got goin on for now under the cut

⁍ The Lamb would canonically win in a fight against 4 Leshy's or 2 Heket's, but not 3 Shamura's or 2 Kallamar's. ⁍ The Goat literally just walked into the Cult and acted like he already knew everyone. This somehow worked for 3 years. ⁍ I have no idea if Narilamb is canon in this or not, but if it was then it would not end well for anyone ⁍ Plimbo is the best character, this is a fact and you cannot dispute it. I tried designing him like 8? times and I just couldn't get it in a satisfying way. this is because he is without flaw. ⁍ The Lamb was fully aware of the prophecy before the beheading. They were counting on it. There is blood on their hands. ⁍ Sozo is very dead. Whatever's walking around the Cult, that's not Dr. Sozonius. ⁍ Look at this thing I can do ☺ isn't that wild ⁍ It takes place in a permadeath save. This means that the Lamb's delusions of power definitely weren't helped by the fact that they BARELY even knew Narinder, and the fact they killed 5 gods without sleeping. ⁍ Also Lamb killed Narinder lol ⁍ Mystic Seller is named "That Which Takes" ⁍ Leshycat's canon but I'll never design them its just gonna be like in Tom and Jerry where they're just slightly offscreen at all times ⁍ Midas that rat fuck owes me 20$ ⁍ Surprisingly, Heket got the closest to killing The Lamb. She wears this as a badge of honor, or as a means to make fun of the other Bishops. I forget which. ⁍ I might make a fanfic one of these days based on cult of the sham but it'd literally just be an always sunny episode lol ⁍ Webber is literally the exact same as the one from Don't Starve. They had to put him down because he kept placing spider nests all over the Cult, and Pigs kept trying to throw down. ⁍ A little gnome just ran behind you when you weren't looking. ⁍ The Lamb is ambidextrous, this is because I keep forgetting which hand to have them hold stuff with. They also have no idea what this word means. ⁍ The gnome ran behind you again you gotta pay more attention to this stuff ⁍ ☺sorry i didn't mean to do it that time ⁍ Clauneck and Kudaai like switching clothes and acting like eachother to fuck with people, it works every time without fail. ⁍ Aym and Baal are hanging out with Forneus. The Lamb didn't let them do this, they literally just booked it as soon as they got the chance and Forneus totally could beat the shit out of The Lamb. ⁍ help its red now ⁍ nevermind we're good ⁍ Ratau was driven mad by the crown. He's had the knowledge of the gods ripped from his skull and delicately placed onto some psychopathic woolen beast. He's not all there. ⁍ Any time I'm working on COTL stuff I'm usually listening to King Gizzard and the Wizard Lizard. To get the general tone I try and set, listen to their album "I'm In Your Mind Fuzz". Good stuff. ⁍ The Industrial Meat Grinder incident was an inside job.

thank y'all for all the support, means the world that people actually like the delusional ramblings that come out of my brain at...

yeah that tracks.

also one more little mini preview for a drawing that might get finished one of these days idk

why is webber there i genuinely do not remember???

[multifandommadnessblog]

For the writing requests: mortal!Narinder getting kidnapped by cultists looking to sacrifice the former God of death, and Lamb has to come to the rescue

Thanks for requesting! I had a little bit of fun with this and kept it pretty short.

Enjoy!

Warning(s): poorly written fight sequence and some smooches

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The day started with the morning sermon, a highlight of the cult’s daily activities. All gathered in the temple to hear the unholy word of the Lamb, the destroyer of the old bishops, and liberator of death himself: The One Who Waits. 

Draped in their simple red fleece, the small ting of the bell announced their arrival at the podium. They set down their book, opened it to a page, and raised their arms to command silence. 

The crowd quieted as all stared at the Lamb. 

“Good day, my children!” rang their voice echoing off the temple walls, a supernatural presence amplifying their every word. “Let us begin with a moment of silence for our own fallen, Loopy Rupple Bumper VI, who left this mortal realm last night for uh…” the Lamb paused as they glanced over their flock. “Their old age! Yes, they passed in their sleep.” 

Most of their followers touched their hearts, looking remorseful for their fallen member. A few members leered in the Lamb’s direction but refused to directly meet their eyes. They make a mental note to check in on those followers later. 

“Continuing with the topics of today’s sermon, we celebrate the 2 month anniversary of welcoming one of your fellow friends onto our sacred lands. He joined us shortly after I defeated the bishop of Silk Cradle, and since has been adapting to his new lifestyle here after being imprisoned for so long.”

The crowd ramps up with excitement to celebrate one of their own being praised by the Lamb. 

“To lead this celebration I honor my husband, Narinder, and his time spent with us.”

Cheers erupted from the crowd as followers scanned around for the black cat to congratulate him. The cheers began to die down as a minute passed with no indication of his presence among them.

“Narinder?” the Lamb called out to the crowd, hoping to see some clue of where his husband might be lurking. 

Still, nothing came.

“Where is my husband?”

+-+

In a decaying, green clearing in the middle of Darkwood, a small group of heretics gathered around a smothering fire. The group chattered among themselves, ignorant of the black cat’s stirring awake. 

His third eye was swollen shut, likely due to some physical harm, so he relied on his mortal eyes to peer at his new surroundings. 

Narinder quickly recognized his brother’s dying domain. Despite the time passage and lack of Leshy’s presence, the land maintained some evidence of the luscious, earthy, paradise it used to be. 

Attempting to rub his wrists together to soothe the ache revealed a thick rope wrapped several times around them. He peered down to find similar ropes around his ankles and a few rounds tied around his stomach. Luckily, his tail remained untouched, and he used it to quietly investigate behind his back. He was tied to some sort of pole, the rope around his stomach holding him in place. 

Finally, his shuffling alerted his captors, and they turned to look at him. 

“He wakes!” 

“The One Who Waits!” 

“But he is so small! Where did his godly form go?”

Narinder took slight offense to that last comment. 

“Silence!” 

A significantly larger grunt stood from their place and slinked over to Narinder’s location. 

“Prepare for the ritual! Bishop Leshy will be pleased to see this sacrifice. Make haste before the damned lamb realizes their mate is gone!” 

Narinder rolled his eyes. Normally, any other member of the Lamb’s cult would be begging for mercy. But, the cat knew that his slightly obsessed spouse would be making their way here in just a few moments–

And as the thought crossed his mind, a heretic yelled out at a new threat in the clearing. A powerful ball of fire pummeled into the heretic’s stomach, shooting them backward past the clearing into the dark beyond. The rest of the group readied their weapons as the Lamb jumped out from the bushes firing spells at the small ones and taking their axe to others. 

The one who towered around Narinder gaped in shock. “But how? We nearly took him a few hours ago!”

“You doubt the Lamb’s determination,” Narinder snickered. “And their possessiveness.” 

Blood dripped from the Lamb’s eyes as they prepared a charged attack, pushing little runts out of the way as they ran toward the large figure. 

The big heretic whispered curses under their breath as they turned to run off in the opposite direction. Before they could even get a few steps, a whoosh flew through the air as the Lamb’s axe landed squarely in their back. 

A silence fell across the clearing.

“Nari.”

“Yeah?”

The bell around their neck jingled as they crouched down to Narinder’s level. They brought a hooved hand to the soft fur of Narinder’s cheek, brushing loose strands in the right direction. Using their other hand, they tilt up his head to meet his unamused gaze. They reached to capture his lips with theirs, fiddling with the rope around his ankles.

“Mmr.. Lamb.”

Narinder bucked up his knees to push his Lamb away. 

“Lamb, how did you find me so quickly?”

The Lamb pouted at the disconnect as they pulled a small knife out of their fleece to cut away at Narinder’s ropes. 

“Remember when I said our wedding rings were made of a really special material I found on a crusade?”

“They’re trackers aren’t they-”

“They’re trackers.” 

With a snap, the ropes securing Narinder fell away. He stands but before he can get a few steps in the Lamb tucked their arms under his legs and back to scoop him up. 

“LAMB-”

“My poor Nari,” they peck some more kisses along Narinder’s jaw. 

“YOU-”

And the echoes of an angry, spicy cat rang throughout Darkwood as the Lamb carried their lover away.

[unknownanomoly]

Ok, Lamb ref sheet here! I think I finally fixed whatever was bothering me, still don't know what it was but it's not bothering me anymore! But yeah! Here is my beautiful Lamb in all their glory! Hopefully you all can read my hand writing, sorry it's a mix of cursive and just basic looking letters, so some can't read it... sorry. Anyways, about them! Lamb was born on a farm with his family, consisting of like ten siblings, (all older then him), his mom and dad, his grandparents, and probably a great grandma mixed in there since they are for some reason like some of the most tough girls I've ever seen! But yeah, their family slowly got picked off one by one, dying to the bishops, till it came down to them. They were used for their wool for a while, even though they were never taken care of so the wool was terrible, but still, then they finally got sacrificed and I think we all know the starting scene of the game, at least I think so. After killing Leshy they started to grow horns, thank the crown for that (sin). After every person they killed he got a little bit more insane. Finally he reached Narinder, and didn't even hesitate to attack. Narinder was defeated and spared, being sent back to the cult. But when Lamb got there Narinder had lost all his memories, only remembering making Lamb a vessel and nothing after that. Narinder was made a high priest and Lamb kept a close eye on him. Lamb brought in the rest of the bishops and reunited them with Narinder. Lamb accepts their godhood and does not fight becoming a god, they allow their body to change however the crown wants it too. The horns were one thing the crown changed about them. Eyes started growing in the palms of their hands, (it's a vessel thing to show they are Narinder's vessel, Narinder has it, ratua has it but they are stitched since he is no longer a vessel, same with Baal but I'll explain that when I get to Baal). The last most recent Lamb has noticed is burning in his arms, not really bad burning but burning. Narinder had told him that the reason was because his arms were gonna be all skeleton like Narinders. Hope you like my Lamb, I left out some of the lore of course because what's the fun of spoiling everything right now? Have a great night/day!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Bit of a sad request but, could you do a cotl fic where the reader helps Shamura with their daily tasks (Reminding them of what they need to do today, replacing their bandages, etc). As a result of this, the two become quite close. Though Shamura sometimes forgets who they are. Then one day the lamb comes to kill Shamura and the reader and their fellow followers watch in horror as Shamura is defeated. Then the reader, in a blind rage, charges at the lamb with a dagger and is killed by the lamb.

"Shamura, were have a fighting pit scheduled at sundown."

"O'Wise One, your bandages are due for a change. I can see the red flowing into your eyes."

"Please rest, my lord. I'll take care of the nonbelievers who doubt your wisdom."

This is how life in Silk Cradle was for you:

Being a keeper for your lord and savior Bishop Shamura. Although they didn't necessarily appoint you to that role, you just helped them out one day when they forgot about an important matter they had to attend to.

And ever since, you've spent nearly every minute together.

It was never out of fear nor blind obedience, but rather out of genuine concern for Shamura. Of course, Witness Allocer and the other temple guardians were there to attend to their needs, though none of them formed such a close emotional connection with their bishop like you did.

While Shamura didn't often say it, they appreciated what you did for them. They didn't need their hand held through every single task, but your presence and reminders kept them grounded through the difficult times.

Especially on the nights where they remember Narinder's betrayal, which caused their headaches to become unbearable and the bleeding to be excessive...not to mention the grief of chaining him down below.

Every time they asked you if that was truly the right thing to do, you'd reassure them "yes".

Despite rarely leaving their side, Shamura's memories would still be quite foggy, and at times they'd even forget who you are. They'd wonder why you're always following them around, or how you snuck into their den unnoticed.

As a result, they'd grow angry until you managed to calm them down, gently reminding them of your role and duties. Only then did they apologize for forgetting so often.

But you forgave them every time.

It wasn't their fault.

As of late, things have been settling down within the lands of the Old Faith. While the prophecy of a lamb bearing the Red Crown was feared to come true, the bishops were swift in dispatching every single member of that kind until none remained.

It didn't matter how old or young they were.

All of them had to be slain.

Though after Shamura returned to Silk Cradle after the scheduled execution of the last lamb, you had noted the rather distressed look upon their face.

Today should have been a cause of celebration, so why did they seem so distraught?

Only days later did you finally learn the horrible truth from your fellow acolytes:

That cursed Lamb had risen again, as a vessel of the Red Crown, and has already amassed a following in Narinder's name.

Just like the prophecy foretold..they sought to kill the Bishops who held the chains to his prison, freeing him so he could return to the physical plane and reshape the Old Faith into his own image.

The first to fall was Leshy, having been murdered practically overnight after Lamb took on several crusades in Darkwood. Even his loyal servants were brutally beaten and forcefully indoctrinated into their cult, brainwashed into helping the enemy.

Fortunately, the door to Silk Cradle remained tightly sealed, as their cult was still quite weak at the time and could not open the realm.

But it didn't stop Shamura from secretly dreading what was to come..

That one day they, too, will die by the Lamb's hand.

You continued consoling them, even as Heket and Kallamar were eventually defeated as well. Just like Leshy, their hearts were apparently ripped out of their mangled corpses--which served to strength Lamb even further.

Before long, they were crusading throughout Silk Cradle, striking down any pests and non-believers who stood in their path. Not even the carefully-placed traps deterred them from pushing forward and incapacitating Shamura's guardians.

You weren't really trained to be a fighter, so...there was nothing you could do as they ordered you not to pursue the heretic.

Yet worry plagued you day and night.

How could you not want to defend your beloved bishop? Especially when their fight with Lamb was inevitable?

........

"Shamura, is there no other way to resolve this? Surely there must be something!" You pleaded, trying to stop the spider from initiating the ritual.

Both of you were awaiting the Lamb's arrival in the center of the temple..and you couldn't help but be afraid of what's to come. You didn't want Shamura to feel like you lost faith in them.

The thought of losing them just scared you. It scared you a lot.

"Maybe we can negotiate-?"

"Negotiations never worked in our favor...not with our brother," they simply muttered in reply, reaching up to brush their fingers along their bandaged head. "Only by our spilled blood shall the chains be broke. This is how it must end. Negotiations never worked in our favor. Not with our brother..not with this Lamb. I did try to warn them, but they couldn't stay away. I only hope they can prepare for what comes after..."

Despite their attempts to remain strong in the presence of you and the devotees circling around them, you could see that they've ultimately resigned to their fate.

Yet..you admired how badly they wanted to fight, even if they knew defeat was inevitable and they were only stalling.

"O'wise one, I believe your power is mightier than theirs. Don't hold back when the Damned Lamb crosses our temple's sacred threshold. If not for yourself..then fight for us. For me."

Feeling you take their hand, Shamura stared down at you for the longest time, seeing the hope shimmering in your eyes. They smiled a little as you kissed their knuckles, nodding to your request in understanding.

Yet at the same time they could sense the growing sadness inside of you, and it made them frown when you let their hand go.

There was a genuine ache in their heart, as they knew it won't be much longer before they had to fulfill their duty: one they owed to their fallen brethren.

But they never wished to part from you like this. Not after all you've done for them after Narinder's betrayal. You were there when they were at their lowest.

They were going to miss your affirmative words, your lingering touches, your gentle reminders, and your patience that lasted eternally.

If under better circumstances....perhaps they would have-

"The Lamb is approaching, my lord! It is time!"

Hearing the shout, Shamura ordered their followers to quickly usher you off the temple grounds. But you begged them to let you stay and watch the fight that was about to unfold.

You witnessed the Lamb arriving, donning a new cloak with a few demons flanking either side of them.

As your heart raced in anticipation, you threw your hood on to disguise your appearance, praying that the Great Ones gave your beloved the strength they needed to fight back.

Even if Lamb died and returned a million times, you prayed Shamura would never give up. They couldn't.

Opening your eyes, you could feel a chill overcome you as they stared right through the little sheep, uttering a phrase they've repeated all too often..for what could be the last time.

"He of havoc, she of hunger, he of blight, they of might. Five becomes four, becomes three, becomes two, becomes one, becomes nothing."

Their surrounding followers chanted an incantation, devoting their life and blood to Shamura, before they all pulled out daggers and simultaneously stabbed themselves in the chest. The spilled blood provided the bishop with an overwhelming amount of power, converting them into a giant eldritch arachnid.

Most would have been horrified, or disgusted, even.

But not you.

You thought they were quite beautiful in this all-powerful form. It was a spectacle displayed for all of you to see as they viciously attacked the Lamb, anticipating most of their movements.

Yet despite Shamura's best efforts...they triumphed over the final bishop that stood in their way, taking advantage of the exact moment they landed hard on the ground and needed a moment to recuperate.

Without any other spiders or bugs to cover them, Lamb struck the killing blow.

"NO!!"

Falling to your knees, you watched in horror as your beloved leader collapsed in the dead center of the temple. Their power was utterly spent, now overwhelming their physical body completely.

You heard Shamura claim that these sort of rituals were only for emergencies and were usually extremely painful and difficult to control..

But never did you imagine it would lead to them spending their last moments alive screeching in agony, their body violently convulsing as they cried out to you.

Then it finally burst open into a bloody, gory mess.

And all fell silent.

Tears streaked your face as the remaining spectators panicked and fled from the temple, terrified of the Lamb's might.

But you could only watch as they casually dusted off their fleece and wiped the blood from their face, stepping over the bones of their fallen enemies. Their weapon morphed back into the Red Crown, returning to the top of their head.

Somehow they hadn't noticed you yet. Though they seemed too exhausted to check.

One of their eyes was swelled shut, and they could feel the stinging scratch marks from where Shamura swiped their claws. They even managed to make the usually sturdy sheep actually limp towards their corpse.

They were lucky. They already sacrificed one follower to bring themselves back from the brink..another would've just been wasteful.

Finally, they reached the nauseating pile of flesh, silk, and bone. Atop that was the final bishop heart they needed in order to unlock their crown's full potential.

'This is all I need..then I can head back to the cult and heal..' They thought to themselves.

But just as they were reaching for the heart-

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT, LAMB!"

Your scream of rage startled them, making them spin around to see you charging towards them with a dagger, deciding to take their life here and now.

However, you made the fatal mistake of forgetting they had allies with them...

As you were shot in the heart by a Vesta's arrow, collapsing to the ground instantly, the dagger clattering beside you.

Lamb blinked, looking to the demon and smiling at them, nodding in thanks. But they tensed up when they realized you were somehow still alive.

"....so..c-close..."

Though since your hood had fallen off, they could see your face, blood trickling down your chest as you smiled in sorrow, looking up at them.

"I'll..tell you a secret, little Lamb.." You rasped, a bloodied hand weakly grasping the hem of their fleece. "I-I loved them more than anyone....truly, h-honestly...and you took them from me. Could you ever understand that pain?" Tears dripped down your cheeks. "Or maybe it means nothing to you..s-since you can easily....bring back anyone you want.."

For a few moments, they just blankly stared down at you, thinking over your words and listening to your agonizing breaths of pain. Their eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"...I can't bring back everyone I loved."

You blinked, surprised to hear them actually speak. But you laughed softly.

"Hah, good...you do...u-understand..."

Finally, you drew your last breath as your hand slipped from their fleece, falling lifelessly to the ground.

Lamb didn't even realize they were crying until they brought a hand to their dampened cheek, but they huffed and brushed away the tears. They had a prize to still collect before one of Shamura's devotees made off with it, so they grabbed the heart and exited the temple.

All the while, you laid beside the mangled corpse of your beloved bishop.

Hopefully you'll see them again in the next life...wherever that may be.

[neonsix67]

Who's ready for today's Sermon?

So...I started my second playthrough of cult of the lamb with this little gal in mind. The playthough is in petinance mode (i think i spelt it wrong but its basically survival mode) which requires the player to eat and sleep otherwise you die, and if you die that way then the death is permanent. Which is fine, because that's exactly what I want for the story of this Lamb.

Lore under break (plus bonus sketches)

Eventually I plan on naming her, but this is essentially my world building playthrough whilst also my Lamb x Narinder sorta playthrough. (Awkward since just a couple days ago I saw him as nothing other than a father figure, but a different age has risen with a different lamb, and I always do what I want)

The whole gist of this one is basically that this Lamb is still mortal even after receiving the crown because she is not really the last Lamb, but she has every intent on completing the prophecy so that the other lambs don't have to die. She gave up everything, she left her family and friends for solitude so she could try and face the heretics and followers of the bishops, just so she could face the God of Death and challenge him so the stupid prophecy can finally be put to rest.

She essentially gets sacrificed and faces Narinder, who had no intention of making her a vessel, but she just goes, "You! I want to take a crack at that stupid quest, make me your vessel and I'll prove it right and wrong all at once!" Narinder just humors her, not thinking much of it up until she actually does start killing the bishops.

It's not until the Bishops see this potential despite not finding and killing all the lambs that they set their targets on her....and her family. Following the rest of the lambs as well, they will go on a deep purge. After sacrificing her family the bishops thought they had finally put the threat to rest, thinking the Lamb would give up the crown to follow her family into afterlife, but she just uses her anger and grief to kill Shamura in a swift battle, completing the project wholly.

She, of course, fights Narinder as well. The One Who Waits showed her family no time before sending them on their walk through death and not doing anything to warn her of his siblings plans. (Not that he could've or would've known or been able to do anything anyway, but she was blind by rage)

It's only through her culture, where she has gathered all the Bishops in their pathetic mortal forms, and after she herself has become God, that she stops to realize that she has done wrong....now she is immortal...and stuck with the very people she usurped. It's only then that she tries to make amends; gathering the bishops' lost parts and trying to mend what could have been with Narinder in every way she can.

All in all, her overall personality is bright, cheerful... naive...but she viewed that as a strength where Narinder saw it as weakness. And in a sense it did make her lose control, it drove her to kill without reason and become cold. But the moment she came back she had to deal with the emotions somehow whilst still maintaining her Cult. She kept to a bright smile and burying her guilt, something not left unseen by someone who watched her ever so closely since the moment she died and dared to challenge death. But that's a whole can of worms for another time (when I actually get Narinders design down).

[fanfic-enthusiast]

One Lamb (Cotl NariLamb Fic)

It’s been millennia. 

The cult has grown and spread. My teachings to the world beyond. The memory of the Old Faith nearly faded completely from the world. The only remains are the stone ruins of the lands I now protect. 

It’s hollowed ground. Only the most loyal of my flock choose to settle here. Under my divine protection. 

I am one Lamb. I can not protect them all. 

I honed my skills at weaponry and dance. Knitting and gardening. Sculpture and language. I had endless time to do it. Why not use it to learn I had thought. 

Asking the elders of their time was fine for a few years. Until I started to out age them all. They ended up being more like children than I was. I had known more in my life then they had conceived in theres. 

It wasn’t long I would have to with them anyways. Their time was nearly spent after all. 

I am one Lamb. I can not protect them all. 

The divided lands of the Old Faith were a fine way to spend time. Delving into the hostile lands to fight for a life. One life. A grain of sand to me really. Nothing but a tally I kept on the wall of my hut. 

Their attacks grew predictable. The heretical cultists fewer by the day and the animalistic creatures left behind by the bishops of old. They were nothing more than pests in time. 

I cleared out the Silk Cradle, Anura, Darkwood and Anchordeep in less than a year. In that time I saved many new souls from slaughter. 

I am one Lamb. I can not protect them all. 

I made friends, Ratau was kind as were his gaming friends. We gambled with gold and secrets. Laughing into the night with drink and song. It was almost enough to forget. One by one they all drifted away. Withering. Their time spent. And Ratau, he looked so proud. Who know’s how long he bore the crown like I do. He hugged me with the last of his strength, calling me his child wishing me well, before his body went limp and his eyes closed for the last. I wept. 

I am one Lamb. I can not protect them all. 

Narinder. His agelessness followed mine like a shadow. Though I had come from his. 

His cold demeanor stuck around longer than I thought it would have. Before Ratau I had thought that was from losing to me. 

His heart warmed in time, we had eternity to meet each other in the middle. We talked, ate together and sang songs of our youth. We laughed at old jokes and at how strange the new generations acted. 

I felt his hand brush mine one afternoon. 

I had held his cheek, stroking it gently with my thumb. Hearing his breath hitch. 

It was surprising for the both of us. But looking back, I don't think I could have picked anyone else. 

We were wed later that year. 

I am one Lamb. I can not protect them all. 

There was a storm. Narinder had gone on a mission to Anchordeep for relics of old. 

He didn't come home. 

I stormed through the kelp with the same fervor I had used on my first crusades. Screamed his name to the high heavens. I begged my crown to find him. Anything! 

I found him. 

His throat had been slit, on an alter beneath a set of horrible teeth. There were signs of struggle. Even another body nearby. 

I screamed. 

I am one Lamb. I can not protect them all. 

I brought the body back to camp and used every ritual I had. Everything I could think of. The souls of old used to stay in my grasp before ascension to the land beyond. 

I had foolishly forfeit that privilege years ago. 

Because of our immortality I had thought of ourselves above death. While it was the case for myself. It was not for my beloved. 

Still I tried everything I could. In vain. 

His body lay, preserved with magic. On the alter of my temple. My very first. The one he himself helped to create when our hearts were young. 

What I fool I was. 

I am one Lamb. I can not protect them all. 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

More Narinder angst(ish) has wormed it's way into my brain

(this ended up being more hurt/comfort but whatev)

What if Narinder's beloved successfully hid when he was sealed? With the help of an immortality necklace, survived til Lamb arrived? Maybe s/o was Lamb's first follower, and stayed with the cult in hopes of seeing Narinder again. And when Narinder captures all of Lamb's followers before the final battle, he freezes at the sight of his s/o, which allows Lamb to get the final hit to follower form his ass. How would that reunion go? Maybe there's a little "You... waited for me?" "What kind of question is that? Of course I did, Nari."

as much of a bitch as he is, man deserves to be happy :]

It’s been ages since you’ve last seen him.

Many called him The One Who Waits, Bishop of Death..or the Chained One. 

But you always knew him as Narinder, your beloved who was sealed away for having different ideals. For defying laws of nature and threatening the beliefs taught throughout the Old Faith. His brethren called him a heretic for it, forcing him into exile.

You were unfortunate enough to witness it--alongside his attempts to fight back, resulting in the bishops gaining severe physical injuries.

Alas, they still succeeded in sending him to the depths below, entombing him in his own realm for eternity.

They were quick to abolish all books and decorations built in his name, along with killing or driving out his servants. Instead of praise, they preached a twisted version of his “betrayal” so that faith in him continued to weaken throughout the years.

However, what none of the bishops knew was that your love for him kept him alive. He couldn’t see you anymore, but he could sense it was strong.

With what little strength he had left, he sent you a gift from beyond:

An immortality necklace crafted from bones. This particular item was forbidden all across the lands, though for you it was an exception: a testament to his eternal love for you. You wore it under your clothing, day and night, keeping it hidden from everyone else.

Since then, you’ve lived in isolation on the outskirts of the Old Faith, knowing none of the bishops could touch you there. You watched generations of followers being born, growing old, dissenting, and dying. Some shopkeepers became your friends, though you weren’t really close with anyone.

Nobody except your beloved.

For a while you were content with this, living in peace and embracing immortality. You were hoping and praying every day to see Narinder become free--which would mean the bishops had to fall at some point.

However, centuries later you would find that some “prophecy” foretold of that exact day coming.

The bishops grew paranoid, as this spoke of a lamb rising up and freeing the One Who Waits..while dismantling the Old Faith and all it stood for. Thus, they ordered the slaughter of every lamb and sheep to prevent this from coming to pass. For the sake of preservation.

Their cultists joined forces and searched far and wide. Eventually, they stumbled upon you and your quiet cottage, questioning you about lambs. While you told them you haven’t seen such creatures, they noticed your immortality necklace and demanded to know how you crafted it--as it was illegal to own. 

You obviously weren’t going to tell them who gifted it to you, and so they decided to kidnap you as a sacrifice to their gods.

Thus, here you were strapped to a stone table, dagger-wielding cultists dancing around you as they made their final preparations. They tried destroying your necklace with weapons and fire...but were unsuccessful. Narinder made it so it would never shatter.

It guarantees that you never age, though it didn’t make you invincible.

This seemed to be the end for you--there’s no telling if you’ll even be with Narinder when you’re put to the blade. So you just closed your eyes and awaited the inevitable.

But..you heard cries of anger and bodies falling, eventually realizing somebody interrupted the ceremony and killed every last cultist.

You saw it was them.

A lamb bearing the crown of your beloved.

It was such a joyous day for you. To see this new vessel become the one to destroy the bishops where past ones failed. 

After slashing the ropes and freeing you, Lamb asked you to help them start a cult in his name. Of course you accepted..as it meant seeing Narinder again someday. All you had to do was wait just a little while longer.

So you took your immortality necklace from a bloodied cultist’s hand and donned it before Lamb sent you to the temple grounds for indoctrination.

The Bishops picked up on this quickly, and despite their best efforts to stop them...they fell one by one. The cult grew stronger by the day, and there was seemingly no limit to Lamb’s power.

You contributed a great deal to helping out, finding followers to join the cause and worshipping your lover.

There’s no telling if he could see or hear you..but you prayed that he knew you were still here.

One day, he’ll be in your arms again. You had faith.

..........

After Lamb ascended to Narinder’s plane via the gateway portal, you and the rest of the followers headed back to base, continuing your work as always. A few were converted into demons to aid your leader should they run into any trouble.

Though you didn’t think it was necessary. Surely, all they were doing was freeing him. You’ve been simply euphoric about the thought of reuniting with him at last...with the one you loved most.

Yet you’d soon realize that he only ever saw Lamb and the entire cult as one thing:

A means to an end.

He only needed them to bring down the Bishops and break the chains binding him. But as soon as those were gone, well..

He unveiled his true colors to Lamb.

All of the sudden, you became trapped in a giant cage alongside other followers. As they panicked and cried, you stepped forward and grasped the iron bars, looking heartbroken as you took in the sight of your beloved--and what time had done to him.

His now white robe was bloody, black liquid oozing downwards, and his skeletal arms were shackled by many chains. Even more were scattered throughout his realm.

At his sides stood two tall black feline creatures--twins, almost--armed with staffs and veils much like his own.

Narinder showed no heart; no mercy as he ordered Lamb to surrender the crown and “embrace the end” that awaited them. You tried calling out to him, but the mutterings of the followers made him deaf to your pleas.

Did he not realize he captured you, too?

Defeated, you looked down at Lamb, seeing them look so hurt and betrayed as they clutched the Red Crown. They shook their head, suddenly glaring at him in defiance.

Then they emitted a demonic screech as the crown floated back onto their head; their fury manifested itself as a pair of red wings, and in their hands they summoned a weapon, before facing their former master.

They weren’t going down without a fight.

As expected.

“So you have betrayed me, Lamb..” Narinder scorned, clenching his fists with anger. “You have shunned my gospel, and claimed yourself a false idol. The crown is mine by divine right!! You think to stand in the very face of Death?!!” He bellowed.

His servants immediately went on the offense, swearing to protect their master. But Lamb defeated them one at a time before Narinder finally freed himself from his shackles and personally attacked them.

You watched chains and fireballs fly across the realm, with Lamb dodging everything.

But even after he took considerable damage, you knew that wasn’t all there was to him.

And he showed everyone his true might by plunging you all to the hellish depths below. His face split open to reveal multiple eyes, while his main ones were ejected from him and seemingly had their own minds--firing flaming balls at the sheep.

You, along with a dozen other followers, were unlucky enough to be trapped on tall wooden crosses. They kept squirming to get free, their blood being drained and used as fervor for Lamb.

But you were just lucky enough to be the closest one to Narinder, and you tried calling out to him one last time in case Lamb lost this fight.

“S-Stop..please..my love.”

“...who was that?” The eyes on his petals shifted to you, and he was...astonished. 

For a moment, he was frozen in shock, unable to believe who he was seeing. He thought he was just hallucinating.

But no.

It was you, alive and well, looking no different than you did ages ago.

Suddenly, he roared in pain as Lamb severely damaged his main eyes, forcing them all to retreat back into his head. You watched in horror as he collapsed, with them charging at him and finishing him off--

By transforming him into a small version of himself. A follower-sized feline. Much like the servants and Witnesses they previously subdued.

The god had been supplanted by his vessel.

Now he kneeled before them, defeated, asking if they were going to rightfully take their revenge...or be a merciful coward. Your eyes widened at the thought of him being killed right here and now.

Just when you got him back--just when he learned you were still here...he might very well be gone. Forever this time.

But Lamb simply shook their head and smiled, deciding to forgive him under the condition that he lived in servitude to the cult.

He would have scorned them for being so soft and weak...had he not heard your footsteps, looking to see the followers coming down from their crosses--you included.

Still, he was too shocked to say anything.

Kneeling beside Narinder, you had the biggest of smiles on your face as you took his hands into yours. He was really here..and the same size as you! The height difference used to be tricky to manage, but this was much better.

Now you could be closer to him than ever before.

Then, at last, he spoke.

“Y-You..waited for me, [y/n]?” He choked out, tears gathering in his eyes upon seeing the familiar jewelry around your neck. “You kept that..after all this time?”

“What kind of question is that?” You chuckled as you reached up to pet his fur between the ears. “Of course I did, Nari. I knew I’d see you again someday.”

“..only a fool could love me after what I’ve done..” He shuddered, still feeling ashamed of his actions.

The fact he didn’t even notice you until you called his name..how he hurt you despite you being the only one to never betray him..

“Then consider me the biggest fool in all the lands.” Lightly brushing away one of his tears, you kissed him on the nose before glancing up at Lamb, relieved that they were so merciful. “I..apologize for not mentioning this relationship sooner, my Lamb. But thank you for sparing his life. He means everything to me..I’ll make sure he doesn’t give you anymore trouble from here on.”

Your leader simply smiled and nodded in understanding.

Soon everyone was warped back to the cult grounds, but as Lamb and the rest descended the steps to celebrate their victory..

You and Narinder walked together hand-in-hand.

Finally, after being lifetimes of apart from each other..

You were reunited at last.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

WOO okokok SO-

Maybe just some tooth-rotting fluff with Baal? (post-Narinder freedom ending) So Yn is one of Narinder's highest ranking followers, but is really chill and energetic. What if, before they go the sleep every night, they go to visit Baal and bring like a little gift? Like a flower crown, or a snack? And maybe one time(the fic) Yn has been up for way too long and working way too hard, and just kinda... falls asleep mid-conversation?

(randomly falling asleep as a sign of trust, gotta be one of my favourite troupes ngl)

thank you so much for feeding my cotl addiction, have a wonderful day/night :]

You're welcome! Likewise I'm feeding my own addiction by writing haha

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It was no surprise that Narinder's most loyal servants were also welcomed into the cult. Even though their master is no longer of godhood status, they would still remain by his side. Forever and always.

Or at least..that was the case for Aym and Baal for a short time. The Lamb mentioned Forenus' story to Narinder and, perhaps out of guilt, he decided to relieve them of their duties, letting the brothers reunite with their mother at last. Of course, they would still come by the cult if called upon.

The only one who made a home within this land was you, a much higher-ranking official bestowed with great powers. You still had those even now.

Yet you weren't all that intimidating compared to the other two. Heck, you didn't even want to fight Lamb when they refused to surrender the crown. But you stayed only to heal Aym and Baal after the battle. They were mortally wounded, though it was nothing you couldn’t fix.

As you’re arranging a flower crown made from camilia in the dead of night, you think back to that day and how Baal flashed you a slight smile of gratitude. He hadn’t smiled in centuries--yet it charmed you and made your heart skip beats.

Within Narinder’s realm, you were the one who always kept their spirits up with gifts and games of knucklebones. Even now you never stopped.

This gift in particular was for someone who adored these flowers. A guardian of death who found comfort in life.

So once you were finished, you looked around and didn’t see Lamb; Narinder was sound asleep in his shelter, so you decided to warp to Forenus’ home and visit the brothers. It took a lot of energy in the mortal realm, but it was worth it.

Upon arrival you immediately saw Baal cooking meat by the fireplace by himself and beamed. “Greetings, Baal!”

Despite your peppiness, tiredness was also creeping into you. Though you were eager to spend this moment alone with him. He was a bit of a night owl--or cat, rather--himself.

He looked to you with a light smile, seeing you sit beside him on the grassy ground. “Hello, [y/n]. What brings you here tonight? It's awful late."

“I come with yet another gift.” You presented the flower crown to him. “A crown of camilia. I know you always loved these flowers.”

“Indeed, I do.” Bowing his head slightly, he gave you permission to set it on top. You made sure his ears wouldn’t be flattened. And once it was on, he reached a paw up to touch it. “My thanks. Mother has vases of these everywhere. I don’t know how she got them, but..I’m glad she’s still safe.”

“I am, too.” You nodded. “You know, Lea--the Lamb could always fetch some for her. Did you know they picked some for Narinder when he first arrived in the cult? He was talking about Leshy and...I think he misses him a little bit.”

“That disgusting worm?” Baal lightly scoffed at the idea of his master mourning the people who betrayed him. Though he sighed and focused his attention to the ground, drawing circles in the dirt with his claw. “Hmph, Master has told us many stories of him..the worm was chaotic, his realm unruly and overgrown. But in it he created beauty...”

You listened to his rambles of Darkwood. It wasn’t long before the exhaustion of working many days and nights finally caught up to you. The fire in front of you two was like a comforting blanket, wrapping you up in its warmth.

Not to mention Baal’s voice was quite calming. You've known him for ages...yet you never got bored of listening to him.

He momentarily stopped speaking, blinking as he watched you lay down in the grass, curling up. ‘Did they..doze off in the middle of our talk?’ He pondered, though he could see that you indeed fell asleep.

One wouldn’t dare shut their eyes in Darkwood, especially with Narinder-knows-what lurking in the surrounding trees and the cultists going ballistic after the fall of their savior.

And to slumber next to him? This was most odd.

It was like...you trusted him to keep you safe.

All this time, Baal thought that pushing you away when you begged them not to hurt the Lamb was going to ruin your bond with him. He thought you only healed him and Aym as a favor from Narinder. He thought all the days you spent in your shelther were just you ignoring them both.

But as it turns out, it’s quite the opposite. 

You’re still happy. You’re still thriving. Your toils birthed beautiful creations such as the flower crown atop his head.

And as Baal stroked the blood-red petals with such tenderness, his smile grew once more.

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO silly guys

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