A Dissenter's Promise COTL x Reader)

Chapter 1

""Why?" You asked yourself quietly, hiding in the tall grass away from the bloodshed that was out in your village.

"Why did this have to happen?" You softly wept as you covered your ears that were pressed flat against your skull.

Trembling (f/c) paws covering your ears as you tried to block out the sound of your fellow cult members' screams and pleads for their life before they were cut down mercilessly. Hot tears continuously rolling down your cheeks and onto the grass that was untouched by your family's blood. The strong smell of iron in the air made your stomach churn violently as you fought the urge to vomit out whatever contents that were left in your stomach. It was all too much for you, and you weren't able to do anything but hide while you listened to your friends and family be slaughtered by whatever monster was out there. You couldn't help but hear a faint bell sound coming from the midst of it all.

You could faintly hear one last fellow cult member pleading for his life. A voice that sounded familiar at that. Valtyre was his name. A friendly fox he was when he wasn't fronting in front of his peers that were amongst his ranks. Another crusader that would purge and raid villages in the name of his god. And even though it disgusted you, you couldn't really do much. At least someone with your rank was not able to. Funny how the tides have turned on him, how that he was now the one pleading and crying for his life while on the other side of the sword's blade.

You watched through the small opening from the grass, watching as the one who stood above Valtyre raised their sword. Ready to strike him down. And that's what they did. Your body flinched as you watched the sword they held plunge into the throat of the poor fox, his eyes wide as his hand shot out towards the one above him. The morbid gurgling sound in his throat as he choked on both his own blood and the blade of the sword that was slowly removed from his throat. The tears that were once free falling now ceased as Valtyre rolled his eyes into the back of his skull before being kicked onto his back.

You couldn't watch anymore as you watched the blade be plunged back into the dying body of the one you once knew. Eyes shut tightly as you tried to drown out the nauseating sound of muscle and organs squelching and moving along with the sound of bones breaking. You prayed to your god silently, or to whatever god was there left you supposed, for letting you stay alive this long. But deep down you knew that after all this there was no god that saved you. Otherwise they would've already come and saved you and your friends and family.

The noises stopped making you peek through the small gap once more and into the carnage that was outside of your small hideaway. There who stood in the middle of all the bloodshed was a lamb. Their pure white fleece covered in streaks and specks of blood, in their left hand was the sword they used to slaughter everyone. And in their right were the bones of Valtyre. You watched closely, taking in every single key feature of this lamb (as if being the only lamb wasn't enough for you). You took note of the shawl they wore and the bell that came along with it. So that was what you heard the entire time. Your glossy (e/c) eyes looked at their face and noticed that deadly red glow in their eyes before their sword that was in their hand dissolve into black ichor and move up above their head.

It took the form of a black crown, idly sitting atop of the lamb's head. The red eye that sat in the middle of the crown, staring down at the lamb as if it seemed to be talking to them. Telling them that it needs more. Demanding for more blood. The lamb slowly turns its body before treading off into some other opening to feed the crown with the poor unfortunate souls. You waited in your spot until you knew they were far enough from what used to be your village cult site. Of what used to be your home.

You gagged at the sight, organs strewn all over along with blood coating the floors of the site. Bodies of who were once your friends and family lying all over the place, corpses mutilated as you can tell some of the bones in them were missing. That was the final straw for your stomach. You couldn't remember after vomiting whatever was in your stomach other than the fact you had run away from the site. You cursed the one who you once prayed to, now knowing that there wasn't a god willing to save you. Cursing the one who had purged and raided their way into your home. Cursing yourself for just sitting there doing nothing but watching as everyone was killed mercilessly by the only lamb left in existence.