Cult of the Lamb - One shots!

🫀💜Last sacrifice woven for the shadows💜🫀

TW:Major Character Death

Summary;

As the twilight ascends, another proposition the shadows send. Ratau's blood, a sacrificial plea, must be spilled for the Vessel's form to set free.

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The lamb peered into the darkness, impatiently awaiting the shadow figure once again. Since the day they first met him, they yearned everyday, for the twilight to arise again, and give them the opportunity to sign another deal with the enigmatic fox. Despite his offers being uncanny, or even immoral to some; their megalomaniac thoughts of strengthening themselves were always victorious.

Sacrificing blood of their faithful followers, for any purpose; was never a big deal. Remaining a God, arrived with requirements that had to be obeyed. The flesh of their mortals was a tool to enhance their power, not something to attach themselves to. Not only did they shed the life out of their own servants, they were willing to spill their own blood, just a little, not too much, if that would equal amplifying their divinity.

They seemed to search for more than they could carry on their back. They already gave up more than they would be obligated to, yet they were convinced that it was only the beginning.

The One Who Waits was thought to be a devil of his pure form, but despite this, he was pushed into a pathetic form of just a servant to the fledgling God. What a shame. Narinder's mastery was strong as it could be without his crown, however, it was still not divine enough in comparison to the sacred Vessel, ascending once more, and taking its true shape.

How could that take place? The crown was the same, the Vessel was weaker. Was the lone existence of the final living sheep enough to cause such chaos? Was the thirst for justice and revenge, all they required to put the whole world to its knees?

The question will forever remain unknown. The answer will only be more demanded, with each sacrifice.

Another fragment of talisman was about to be revealed, by any price. The fox finally responded to their calls, finally emerging from the shadows, with another deal they couldn't refuse. His black cloak seemed to reflect the void of the darkness he rested beneath, absorbing any light that could possibly attempt to grip onto him. Fox gazed at the lamb, with undeniable satisfaction to meet them again. A sinister spark in his eyes, blazed instantly, as the lamb patiently awaited another offer.

"One last deal. I shall grant you something more coveted than anything you could possibly imagine. A thing souls have killed for, went insane for, sacrificed their lives for, and it could be all yours, under one demand. " From the darkness, out of nowhere, appeared the last fragment of the crimson talisman. He tossed it in his hand, with a grin on his face.

"What demand?" The lamb had to resist themselves, from tearing the last piece of the crystal out of his hand by force. Their mind craved the power they would be gifted with, if they would even only touch it, and feel its radiance.

"You give me the life of Ratau." He finished his sentence, aware that the lamb would never backtrack after everything they have already lost in order to get to this point. Their hunger for dominance and divinity was bigger than the very little morality they had left. It absorbed them whole, corrupting their soul down to its rotten core. Their heart was overgrown with shadows that seemed to run only deeper with every passing second, hammering its roots deep into their flesh.

"Of course." They hummed, with satisfaction dripping out of their each word. With no hesitation, they summoned a vortex of arcane energy, a pentagram ablaze in crimson hues, dragging their dear friend up, from the red void of the abyss. The radiance of the portal enlightened the night landscape, as the rat was heavily thrown in the direction of the ferocious fox.

Ratau weeped, as his body was harshly catched by his predator. His eyes focused on the lamb, as he cried out, pondering what was happening, and preparing to yield to the embrace of death.

"No, lamb! Don't trust this murderer, I beg you!" He pleaded, sorrowfully. Yet his pleas meant nothing to the deity. He could cry, how loud his vocal cords allowed him to, but it still wouldn't be enough to break through the diseased heart of the lamb. The betrayal was real, he could feel it in his veins, yet the memory of the person they once were, wounded him deeply. Was it the fate that awaited all the beings that possessed the red crown? Was it his destiny, to end like this?

He cursed the moment he ever tried to assist the lamb, and genuinely help them grow stronger. He cursed the day he ever met them. It was a mutual feeling, between all the souls that ever crossed their path with the deity. It didn't matter if you were enemies, or alliances; your doom was decided the moment you spoke to them.

Ratau could swear, it was the influence of the crown, perhaps he couldn't bear the thought of them just being this cruel, by themselves. It had to be the reason, but if so, why didn't his soul corrupt the same way? He was Narinder's fallen Vessel, one that failed to accomplish their objective. Did he spend too little time, managing his gifted strength to shape his mind into such an atrocious cruelty?

He never had a chance to finish his ponderings, he was perished into the darkness by the fox, sinking into the dark void, coating him with uncountable shadows.

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The sunrise's gaze blazed their eyes, as the lamb walked away, with a complete talisman resting in their hand. The sudden silence overwhelmed them, the only sound present was the silent buzz of their own crown, and numerous screams of their own madness, inside of their head. They looked behind themselves, glancing at the endless void one last time, with a bitter taste on their tongue.

They didn't actually need that talisman, they couldn't even think of a good use for it. They fought for it this hard, just for the sake of it, just to prove themselves that they were worthy of it.

But now, that they finally got all there was to obtain in this world, they felt as if their insides were scooped out, and turned into emptiness. Was it really worth it?

They knew one thing: they will never peer into these shadows again.