"Chaos's Beloved," Leshy x The Yellow Cat

Prologe

"Hello?" A cat called as he moved a few leaves out of the way of his path.

He was looking for berries around his small village when he heard some sniffling. It didn't sound like some wild animal; instead, more like a person, but as he laid eyes on where the sound was coming from, he couldn't honestly tell if it was a person or not. They looked more like a bush. In fact, he almost didn't see them if it wasn't for the breathing and the black robe they wore.

The cat slowly walked up to the weird bush thing and tapped it before recoiling. The bush's head seemed to move before poking out their arms.

The cat waved gently, "Hi... what's your na-" he was cut off when he was tackled to the ground, "Hey! Get off!!"

The cat looked up at the figure that tackled him. He could see their face; they looked male, a bandage over their eyes, and a huge gaping maw that was breathing hot air onto the cat's face. "Who are you!?" they demanded.

"I-I'm um..you can call me whatever! Who are you?" the cat asks back.

"Silence!" he yells, "You do not ask a...a..." he didn't finish that sentence. Instead, they started sniffing the cat.

"H-Hey! What are you doing?" the cat asks.

"You smell... good...." he feels the cat's face, "Soft... you are..." the thing froze before jumping off, "Cat!"

The cat got up and held up his hands, "Hey, hey, it's ok... I'm not going to harm you..."

"Cat!!" the thing seemed to let out some sort of hissing sound. It was funny; they were scared of the cat because they were..well..a cat, but they acted the most like one.

"Y-Yes... I'm... a cat... um... but I'm friendly I swear!" the cat didn't know why the thing didn't like cats; maybe they had a bad experience. He knew cats had a bad reputation of mostly being jerks. "W-What's your name?"

The thing seemed unsure if they wanted to tell the cat, but they soon choked it out, "L-Leshy...."

"Do you have a last name?" the cat asks.

"Last names are for mortals!" Leshy hisses, "Us... us..." Leshy sniffed the cat again, "Smells... you smell... different.. come here!" Leshy grabs the cat by the arms and tries dragging him deeper into the woods.

"H-Hey! No! I can't go deeper! I got to get home!" the cat says.

"There's a village here?" Leshy asks.

"It's well hidden huh? That's what keeps us safe," the cat says.

Leshy huffs, "Do you have family there? Do they also not have names?"

"Yes, my parents... siblings... friends..names aren't really our things." the cat replies. Leshy sighs before looking at the cat's berry basket. The cat notices, "Are you hungry?" they offer some berries to Leshy who takes them gleefully.

"You...you smell like a Milo..." Leshy asks.

"A Milo? What does a Milo smell like?" the cat asks.

"You! Milo... smell different... I like you..." Leshy says.

"Oh.. that was.. fast.. just cause I smell good?" Milo asks.

"No more questions.... you are to feed me more! I like your berries!" Leshy demands, "But not today... tomorrow! Same spot! Alright?"

Milo looks around before shrugging, "Alright then, sure... you sure do like berries..."

Leshy smiles, "Good... now... go, tell no one I was here!" Leshy then goes to run off but gets hit in the face with a tree.

"Leshy!" Milo runs to them, "You ok?"

"Speak not of this!!" Leshy yells, getting up.

Milo then saw the bandages again, "Can you see through those?" He asks.

Leshy is silent, turning his head away, "I... cannot see at all... for I.. have no eyes..."

"Oh..." Milo frowns, "I'm so sorry..."

"No more questions! I take my leave!" Leshy then runs off, leaving a confused but amused Milo.

Ever since then Milo would find an excuse to go pick berries and go back to that spot to see Leshy. Each time Leshy ate all the berries, and each time they seemed to grow closer and closer, not a lot but enough for Milo to start to consider Leshy a friend.

But that was the past... after a while Leshy stopped showing. It made Milo sad, yes, but he got over it, and life went on.... life went on....

~*~

Darkwood was a beautiful but dangerous place. The flowers were lovely and smelled great, yes, but a lot were also stained with blood.

An example being the carmilla flowers near Milo's old village. A beautiful red color, so dark and rich, it could almost distract you from the chaos happening in the town it surrounds.

Milo was running for his life, trying to desperately hide or get out of the village. His family...his friends...everyone he ever knew was screaming and running.

Milo trips over a rock and faceplants onto the ground, but he immediately gets up and keeps running.

His village was found and being ambushed by a bunch of cloaked figures, hands clutching knives and other weapons.

Milo runs into the woods, leaving everything he ever knew behind. He keeps running till he can't hear any of the screams and cries anymore. He sinks behind a tree and tries to catch his breath.

He feels tears fall from his face as he curls up into a ball, his ears twitching, and he lets out a loud sigh and sniffles.

Alone in the eerie silence of the Darkwood, Milo's ragged breaths echoed against the trees. The weight of his fear pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket. In the stillness, he could hear the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

He stayed hidden behind the tree, clutching at the damp earth beneath him, trying to steady his trembling hands. Every sound, every shadow, made him jump. But soon enough...he calmed. He gently closed his eyes and tried to drift to sleep, he had no more energy to do anything.

But that's when he was grabbed. Milo yelped as he was pulled out from behind the tree.

They had found him, he tried scratching at them but before he knew it, he was stuffed into a bag and pulled off somewhere.

He scratched at the bag but couldn't get out, he screamed but nothing loud came out, he was too tired.

Soon enough, he was dumped out onto the ground, grabbed, and tied to a rock. The cloaked figures that ambushed his village surrounded him.

He strained against his bonds, his muscles aching with the effort, but the ropes held strong. Panic threatened to consume him as he searched for any sign of mercy or compassion in their faces, but all he saw was the cold faces in the flicker of torchlights.

They seemed to start chanting but Milo couldn't listen to them properly, the only thing he picked up was, "God of Chaos". So he was being sacrificed to a lord? A god? Milo was panicking as the cloaked figures reached forward, about to kill him when...there was a noise.

They all turned around and there...there was a lamb, a sword in their hand.

Without words, they immediately ran and swung at them, hitting a few. The cloaked figures and the lamb got into a tussle that ended with the lamb winning.

They then turned their head towards Milo and quickly undid the ropes, "There, there, it's okay now....you're safe." The lamb helps Milo walk away from that horrible ritual ground, "You can call me The Lamb. Let's get you fixed up."

The Lamb takes Milo back to their home, which Milo finds out is a cult. At first, he freaks out, but soon calms; this place was nice, peaceful, it didn't seem bad, maybe it would all be fine.

And that's how Milo joined the cult, and he was happy. Till one day, The Lamb called him over, for a new assignment.