Your godhood burned to ashes / Cult of the Lamb

Redemption through insanity

Another beep in Aym's head, so quiet that if not the overwhelming silence, it would remain unnoticed. Yet it was present, corrupting his mind and thoughts, coating it with a dark fog of distortion and unfamiliarity.

Another shadow in the corner of his eye, fading away swiftly as soon as his focus landed on it, along with a chuckle, and a knock on the door of his sleeping quarters.

He could swear that someone spoke to him, but the words appeared and vanished so quickly, that he didn't even have the time to let it properly flow through his mind.

He was aware of the fact that it wasn't real, he knew that it was just his exhaustion and sanity running low, yet the thought of being this miserable left him with concerns.

"Baal?" He poked his arm, trying to wake him up. The moonlight was magnificently peeking through the window, gloriously shining onto their bed, as it poured a reflection of glitterish stars onto the floor. What a pretty view, yet what an awful night. 

"I am sleeping." He mumbled, still asleep, present only in his land of dreams. It wasn't that much of an inconvenience for Baal to be woken up whenever Aym needed it, but he was a heavy sleeper, it would require much more of Aym's efforts, to actually get his attention.

"I am aware." He sighed. "I can't sleep." Even if he knew that there wasn't much that his brother could do, his presence was enough to soothe his mind, and calm him down. He didn't need advice, he needed reassurance.

"... How am I supposed to compose a solution to mend your soul?" He yawned, his eyes still closed. "Is this important?"

"Not a new fish in the sea, it's just the side effects of reincarnation, I suppose."

"Grant me my slumber then. We will talk about this tomorrow"

"Fine." He rolled his eyes, as he let his body fall onto the bed. What a pretty night, yet what an annoying one.

He ignored the sounds, sinking into his bed, getting his thoughts lost within the stars as he began counting them to fall asleep.

…

He wondered how long would he have to count them, until he ran out of stars to count.

Days, weeks… years?

He thought about it for a moment, before these thoughts finally silenced, as Aym fell asleep.

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The sunrise flashed into their eyes, interrupting their sleep, as they both got up from the bed to get ready for a sermon they were forced to attend.

At this point, it was a habit. A pathetic one, yet it seemed to progressively stop disturbing them as much.

Unlike Narinder, they did not mind this change too much. It was a new cult, with a new leader. Fortunately, the lamb didn't seem as terrible as they expected them to be.

Perhaps, the lamb wasn't that much of an insufferable deity, as their first impression made them think. To their surprise, they didn't treat them with that much cruelty.
In fact, you could even say that the twins held a special place in lamb's heart. They always made sure that Aym and Baal felt comfortable, and had a place to sleep in.

They both questioned why the lamb would wish to reincarnate them. Aym didn't seem to be as intrigued by this thought as Baal, yet it was still very much present in his thoughts.

Could it be the same reason that Narinder was indoctrinated? To tear them out of their dignity, forcing them to bow to their enemy? It was likely, but they didn't exactly believe that they actually offended them, as much as Narinder did.

Either way, they did not complain. They felt grateful for having their ordinary life back, without being under the mercy of The One Who Waits. Sure, they still bowed to another God, but the freedom the lamb gave them was something they could only dream of in the past.

They swiftly placed their steps inside the temple, claiming the same spot they did everyday.

Narinder only gazed at them, without putting too much thought into their presence. He didn't seem to care that much about the twins, however, he seemed to hold a grudge against them. They failed him, they didn't protect his godhood as they were commanded to. Or at least they tried, but still got defeated, and now he had to bear the consequences of their demise.

Narinder seemed to put his best efforts into blaming his fate on everything other than himself, he failed to accept his sudden mortality. Everything he achieved got wiped away, even his siblings that he was certain he finally got rid of, were now present in the same cult.

He regretted ever fighting against them. Honestly, it was a relief to see that in the end, they were somewhat okay. But it still felt truly pathetic, everything that could go wrong; went wrong. He achieved basically nothing.

The lamb greeted their followers as always, signalling the beginning of a sermon. They stood there proudly, wearing the crown with confidence, showing it off to Narinder, to make sure to annoy him to the fullest.

If anything, they enjoyed messing with him. A former God of Death, yet he couldn't protect his own godhood from his own, chosen Vessel.

Narinder proceeded to look away, rolling his eyes. He was enraged, but what was there to do? He was trapped in a mortal body, under the mercy of his former Vessel. He was imprisoned in this cult, escape was craved, but impossible.

“Actually, there is something that I would like to inform you about!” The lamb went on, as soon as they ended preaching their commandments. “I will be absent for a few days. I hope self-care and independence will be your companion during that time.”

Narinder sighed in relief. “I have been blessed.” He whispered under his breath, with a subtle ray of sunshine on his face.

Lamb chuckled, immediately getting his full attention back to them.

“Not so fast, dear.” A grim realisation crushed him, as he looked at them devastated. “You are coming with me, Narinder.”

He stared at them in disbelief. His hope was all crushed.

“And not only you.” The lamb pointed at the twins. “Aym and Baal, you shall accompany me, too.”

“Of course, Lord.” The twins nodded in agreement, without making a fuss about it. “When shall we get ready?”

“Tomorrow morning.” They replied.

Narinder’s eye seemed to twitch. He couldn’t stand to even think about it. He felt as if the whole world was against him, ever since he was forced to bow to his former servant. He was nothing more than a toy, something to play with and then throw away.

“Pathetic lamb, is this all you have to offer?” His grumpy steps pulled him out of the temple, as the doors slammed in a flash, creating a dreadful sound. Everyone, except for the lamb, flinched, as the doors crackled.

“He dared to insult our God!” A furious follower decided to protect the good name of their Lord. “This is unacceptable.” They groaned, folding their arms in disgrace towards Narinder’s behaviour.

“It’s unacceptable.” Lamb pretended to care, when in reality, they were more than used to this. It wasn’t the first time he acted this way, and it most certainly wasn’t going to be the last. At this point, they had already expected this.

A/N 

thanks for stopping by and reading the first chapter

im still not entirely sure how much i want to write of this, i have a really messy draft in my google docs lol

also, my ao3 is extremely slay you should def check it out

anyways, ilyall