||The Cult Of Fools Is Yours To Command || Cult Of The Lamb x Reader||

Chapter 2: Small Friend? Or Small Foe?

Second Person POV

You walked deep into Darkwood, your robe swaying from side to side with every fast-paced step. You're poker face was replaced with one of somewhat calm annoyance, your gaze not straying from the path in front of you.

'Where is this little rat-man? I've been looking for twenty minutes... Which isn't really that long... *sigh* I digress. When I find that Lamb I'm reducing them to nothing but VEAL-'

Your thoughts were cut off when you practically tripped over something.

"Ouch- Wha-" The thing you tripped over started to speak, but stopped to gasp in either awe or fear when it saw you.

You got up from the ground and looked to see what you'd tripped over. It was a petrified looking rat, Ratau.

You brushed yourself off and put your hands behind your back. "You're Ratau, correct?" You spoke.

Ratau just looked at you with pure fear, still on the ground.

You repeated yourself. "You're Ratau, correct?" You said, leaning forward a little and opening your half-lidded eyes fully to emphasize on the "correct".

Ratau shook his head before standing up and dusting off himself. "A-Ah, yes. That would be me... For what do I owe to your presence?"

Your eyes returned to their half-lidded state. "I need you to help me start a cult." You said simply, a bit annoyed with his cowardice.

"But oh great one, I-I've retired from helping those who wish to-"

Ratau cut himself off as he noticed your angry look matched with all four of your hands on your hips.

"I- I mean, of course I can help you! Right t-this way..."

Ratau led you through Darkwood until you both came to a bit of a clearing. There were rocks and a few trees in the small field, and the grass was rather overgrown.

"H-Here! you may start your cult here!" Ratau said, extending out both of his arms and giving you a wide, nervous smile.

"Thank you." You muttered as you attempted to get to work on your new "cult".

You started my clearing out the area and cutting the grass, you piled up all the materials you'd collected into a little corner.

After your few hours of work to clear out the land, you looked over to Ratau, who was sitting by a tree, looking like his nerves hadn't yet subsided.

You walked over to him with your arms crossed. You weren't angry, you just walked like that kinda often.

He glanced at you, then looked away before doing a double take and practically shooting up from his spot he'd patiently waited for you at.

"Hello there Great One, I-I see you've been going an amazing job so far!" He gave you a nervous smile and two thumbs up. You couldn't tell if he was sucking up to you, or just genuinely proud of you but still nervous.

You stared at Ratau, unconsciously being unnerving. "Alright, I've cleared the land, what else?" You asked with a monotone.

Ratau smile disappeared as he thought. "U-Um... Next is going on quests! I'll set up a tent for you while you're away..." Ratau's nervous smile came back as he spoke.

You started to walk away to go find where you could do one of these quests Ratau recommended before he stopped you. "W-WAIT! GREAT ONE!"

You stopped and turned around to look at him. Your facial expression showed you weren't impatient, but that you also weren't wanting to stand around either.

"I don't think there's anyone left for you to fight, all the Bishops and their followers have been converted or defeated." Ratau said sheepishly.

"Converted. And I know to whom they praise. That stupid little Sheep... When I'm done with their followers, my hands will be as red as the crown they bare." You spoke with spite in your tone and an agitated look on your face.

Ratau swallowed hard, and wished you good luck.

You thanked him and turned to walk back into Darkwood.