𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | cult of the lamb

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎:
𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

ρяαιѕє тнє ℓαмв, ¢ση∂υιт тσ gяєαт ρσωєя, ρяσмιѕє∂ ℓιвєяαтσя σƒ тнє σηє ωнσ ωαιтѕ вєℓσω.

HERE YOU ARE ON DEATH ROW, for something you did not realise was a crime.

Let us take a step back for a moment.

You are a — correction, were, a simple villager in a simple village with no name, simply known as 'Home' by the residents. It was rather accepting, allowing those of all followings; of Heket, Kallamar... the main four. They allowed for minor ones as well, lesser known and lesser believed- those with none or limited sightings. Such as the Fox, as Sozo, as the inanimate Lighthouse. And such as the beings closest to the Bishops- the Witnesses Agares, Astaroth, and the like. 

Despite this, the village was still small; only ever reaching a maximum population of 25. 

They allowed everything and everyone; bar one.

The One Who Waits.

Death incarnate, the being of darkness himself; forbidden to speak of in name or mere suggestion. Any caught speaking of or worshipping him was banished, or worse- granted a fate worse than you could ever begin to imagine. A fate worse than anything death itself could give.

Around a week before your current... situation, you were sitting in your little home, minding your own business. It was near sundown. 

Then there was a knock, and your decision to open that door and allow the Lamb into your home was the decision that sealed your fate.

He begged you to let him stay, that his family had been killed and he was terrified that he would be next. And you, poor, poor you; you let him stay. 

They never went outside; instead, they helped keep your home clean and did small tasks for you. You talked, you laughed, it was nice. Domestic.

It was early morning when you and the Lamb had been torn from the home, the place ransacked and meaningful trinkets smashed. Dragged out and chained by followers of the Old Faith, both of you were led into the unfamiliar forest.

уєт ѕα¢яιƒι¢ιαℓ вєαѕт, тαкє нєє∂; ƒσя α ¢яσωη ¢αηησт ѕιт υρση тωσ вяσωѕ.

You ended up at one end of a long stone path. Standing close to the Lamb, your hand reached for his. He flinched, but squeezed it.

We'll be okay. It seemed to say. A lie you both dearly wished to be true. We'll be okay.

I hope so. You squeezed back, beginning to walk as you tried to ignore the jeers and threats from the surrounding followers. I hope so.

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