What A Cult! (a male reader insert of: Cult Of The Lamb.)

Reconcile.

Slowly opening his eyes, he hears water softly spash as he gets up slowly, pain shooting through him as he moves. The ground looks obsidian black, shining back at him... like rippling water, his reflection is shown. Slowly looking around he sees where he is, a black plain with ash dusts raining down from upwards. He tried to grab the falling ash, but it flowed off of his hand like a rain droplet.

Fully standing up, he looks around even more, before noticing the rusted, broken candle holders that used to illuminate a path forward. He follows the path they made and what came into his view shocked him. There was massive bones scattered around, almost making an arena, but barely there enough to have it as an arena.

The skull of the massive beast was unidentifiable, but clearly it once held something atop its head, an indent was visible. He didn't notice the crown on top of his head until it floated off of his head to look upon the skeletal beast. He was speechless on what happened next, cause the crown turned to look back at him, the eye almost burning a hole in his soul.

Underneath the crown, the ash gathers around it, forming... something. Y/n takes a step back and instinctively gets ready for a fight, but when the ash fully formed what it was forming, he stood there confused... why was it him standing there? Why did the ash form... him? He stood up straight and slowly walked forward towards the ash... clone... but it replicated him. He stopped, it stopped, he moved his arm, it moved its arm.

He got right up to the ash clone, curious on what would happen if he touched it... slowly moving his arm towards it, it mirrored him, but was slowly stopping. Right before y/n touched the ash arm, he saw that it stopped moving completely... then formed a fist and threw a punch at y/n, pushing him back some ways and taking the breath out of his lungs.

Holding his chest, he sees the ash stance up, ready to fight him. With shaking breath, he stands up and gets ready for a fight against... himself, basically.
                                        

~~Fight time?~~
                                      

The ash clone ran at him, causing y/n to go defensive as he dodged, blocked, and barely countered the punches it was throwing at him. Left, right, center, right, left, fake outs, all things happened with the two, y/n tried to look for an opening, but didn't see one so being smart, he tried to make an opening. Throwing his own fake out, hitting an uppercut on the clone, he started the attack while the clone tried to defend itself from the slurry of hits coming it's way.

Hit after hit, his knuckles felt as if they were on fire, is this how a street boxing match would go? Nevermind that, he Hit over and over, not letting the clone catch its breath. Going for a hard left swing, the clone tried to block it, but y/n faked it out and slammed his right fist directly on its face, staggering it.

Not letting up, he went in to punch hard yet again, but the ash clone dissapeared. Looking around, he saw the clone away from him a good few feet, holding its hand out like it's calling something...

Burning pain was felt on his shoulder as an axe flew past him, resting in the clones hands. Holding his shoulder and checking it, it was covered in ash and blood, the wound was slightly deep, he couldn't really use his left arm anymore in the fight, so he got ready to dodge like his life depended on it... cause it did.
                           

~~intermission? What?~~
                           

Sherri was awoken with a jolt, almost yelling y/n's name out. Looking around, she saw that she was in his temple bedroom... right... yesterday she saw... she didn't want to think about it right now, she needed a distraction of any kind... maybe a crusade in Darkwoods? Good time to do it... maybe.