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

Chapter 5: Thoughts Through Anchordeep

Second Person POV

It had been days since you started your cult. Like, LOTS of days.

At this point followers were dying left and right, every single living being around that said follower throwing up multiple times... And all while you were trying to get to the end of a crusade as fast as possible so you could go clean everything up.

You were quite tired. You'd decided to stay fighting in Darkwood and Anura, just to insure you'd beat the Lamb in case they were to show up anywhere in Anchordeep or Silk Cradle.

Despite your somewhat fear of running into the Lamb so under experienced, you made a cemetery in Darkwood.

You made five big stone graves, each with one of the Bishops' crown on it. All of the other graves were much smaller, yet still made of stone. Each grave had a picture of whatever follower the pit belonged to.

You had to admit, despite your followers slightly overbearing requests and needs you endlessly worked day and night to fulfill, you loved them all dearly, and really did consider them as your children. You've let a few tears slip due to follower deaths, one time it was in front of your followers.

Your newer followers thought you weak, but your older ones who had a little more faith comforted you.

All of those followers died too, however.

After leveling up everything you could in your cult, making it so it was possible to leave it unattended for days at a time, you finally swallowed your fear and headed to Anchordeep.

After walking through Anchordeep's door, you were greeted with. Water.

And a Godly Axe. As well as a Touch of the Revenant. 'How useful.' You thought, not aware of the sentence's sarcastic tone.

(Help I have no idea what Anchordeep looks like, I can't get to it because I'm waiting for my dumb ahh friend, I'll fix the chapter later if stuff is wrong 😭)

You walked through the Anchordeep, not seeing anyone really, so you started to get lost in thought to pass the time.

You'd remembered you had relics to bring to Kudaai and Clauneck. You really couldn't tell what was up with their sister, Chemach. She seemed past the verge of insanity, you couldn't put your finger on exactly why. These things she took from her brothers are strange to say the least, but you didn't care all to much. Help them, then move on to the next task. Because you had lots.

You had also reluctantly given one of your followers that you'd let be possessed by a demon to Ratoo on a crusade through Darkwood. He was more than happy.

You also met Sozo and his cute little mushroom followers. You helped to feed his strange addiction, and he in return allowed you to brainwash your followers. You were never going to use this ability, but it was fun to have.

Sozo somehow died not too long after your last interaction, it was sad you supposed, but that's what addiction will do to ya.

You also encountered Midas a few times, he was not happy when you refused to sacrifice your followers for mere gold.

You made quite good friends with the Fisherman as well. You liked going to gosh when you had free time, but at the same time didn't because *ahem* EVERY SINGLE OLD FOLLOWER DIED EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU WENT FISHING-

But the extra food was nice despite the many funerals that came after obtaining it.

You desperately needed crystals, so you snapped out of your thoughts of the past few months and got to work slashing away at and collecting every resource you could.