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

Chapter 4: Gather 'Round All Your Cultists

Second Person POV

Morning had arrived. You left your tent and stretched a bit before going to awake your followers.

You walked over to your followers tents to find Hera very drowsily standing by her tent, keeping her hand on it for balance. Homer was splayed out on the floor while Apollo attempted to lift him up.

"Come on Homer! The Leader could be here any second! Get up!" Apollo said, as he continued tugging on Homer. Homer let out an exaggerated groan and continued laying in the grass.

Hera soon noticed you after snapping out of her sleepy state. "Oh! Leader! Good morning!"

Hera waved at you with a smile. Homer jolted up off the ground. "Hehe... Heya there Leada', didn't see ya there.."

Apollo looked at Homer with annoyance then rolled his eyes. Apollo then look at you and greeted you as well. "Good morning leader! I hope you slept well!"

You nodded to Apollo and motioned for them all to come closer. "Today, I will be going back into the forest to look for sacrifices to save, and dissenters to recruit. Though, I have a few jobs for you all to complete first."

You pointed to a small area in your almost empty cult. "Hera, I need you to till the land. That way we can have plenty of food for the future, and for my new followers."

Hera looked to the small patch of dirt then smiled at you. You then pointed to the brush on the far side of your cult. "Homer, I need you to continue finding berries for more soup. Crops won't grow in just a few hours you know."

Homer gave you a little grin and a thumbs up. You pointed to the already, ahem, dirty, area of your cult. "I apologize Apollo, but I need you to clean you and your friends' waste so no one gets sick."

Homer snickered at Apollo a little as he stared at the filth in fear. You clapped your upper hands, leaving the lower ones clasped together. "Well then, you'd all better get started. I have no idea how many people I'll bring back."

You walked away into the brush on the opposite side of your cult where you told Homer to pick berries.

Once you were gone, Homer looked around a bit just to make sure you couldn't hear him.

"Hehe, I bet'cha I'M Leader [Y/N]'s favorite." Homer said with a face of pride, pointing to himself.

Hera and Apollo looked at him annoyed. "Not a Chance, horse boy." Apollo said rolling his eyes again. "He's right Homer. Why are you even here anyway? You only left the Lamb's cult because they wouldn't feed Barbatos poop after getting him sick the first time." Hera said, crossing her arms.

"N-Now, I didn't leave because of JUST that! The-The-The-The Lamb was obviously lying about being the god we needed to follow!" Homer said, throwing his hands up with a nervous smile.

Hera scoffed. "Whatever. We need to get to work on the things leader wants us to do."

Apollo's sweat dropped. "D-Do we REAAALLY have to..?" Apollo said with a sheepish smile.

Hera patted Apollo on the back. "We do Apollo, we do." Hera gave  an exaggerated sad face, while Apollo's was still very full of fear.

A Timeskip, brought to you by my laziness

Hera, Apollo, and Homer all finished their chores just before their Leader, [Y/N], came back from their scavenge for followers.

A little bird follower and a hedgehog follower were seen walking with you, staring in awe at their new home.

You pointed towards the bird. "Everyone, this is Aristotle," Aristotle waved nervously. You then pointed to the hedgehog. "And this is Iris."

Your followers waved at the new ones. "Please make them feel welcome while I fix them a tent." You said walking to your own tent so you could spin the new ones out of web.

While your followers played and talked together, you quickly made two new tents for Aristotle and Iris, setting them up and giving every tent a little name tag, since you were gaining followers and didn't want anyone confused.

You then quickly grabbed the berries that Homer had harvested and started to cook them into the berry jam soup you'd cooked yesterday.

After collecting their bowls, everyone sat around, including you, and talked while eating like yesterday.

You and your followers talked until dusk fell, then you all put away your bowls and headed to your tents.

You at first started this cult feeling nothing but pure spite and only wanting to gain a following so you could have that Lamb dead, but you were actually having quite a bit of fun with your strangely unique followers.

When you'd hang around your relatives' cults, all their followers seemed the same. A stupid worshipper who served no other purpose in life than to praise their god and leader. But your followers had an actual identity, something that makes them quite interesting.

You were gaining followers fast, and you knew it was about time to start decorating.