Who knew death would be so...boring!? How long as it been? Weeks? Months? His death had been repetting over and over again, no differences, this was pure torture for the god of chaos. He didn't relizes it at first, but after it kept happening, over and over again, him dying, he realized he was in a loop. Leshy soon started panicking, was this how the rest of time was going to be spent? No, he didn't like that, where was...where was Narinder? Was this his doing? He didn't know what exactly the god of death did or what he was able to do, but surely this was his doing..right? Perhaps this was purgatory?
This is what Leshy was thinking until one day, something changed. He died but instead of everything repeating agien he..feel himself turn...small, before being sucked into a portel.
And next thing he knew he was tied up next to his siblings, he could smell them. He was relifed for them to be there, he had missed them,
"Kallamar? Heket? Shamura!?" Leshy calls out, "Are you there!?"
"Lesh...y.." Heket crocks out.
"What's happening!? Where are we!? This doesn't smell like Darkwood!" Leshy asks.
"That's cuase you're in my cult!" A voice says.
Leshy sniffs the air, it was The Lamb. That's when he heared Kallamar's voice.
"Lamb! What do you want with us!? Where are our crowns!? Why are we tied up!?"
The Lamb smiles, "I'll explain everything..but first there is someone you should see first."
The Lamb enters the temple and for the few minutes thier gone, Leshy trys to bite the rope off but he couldn't reach them. The Lamb then comes back out and pulls them inside.
"I swear to-is this why we're tied up!? To meet this traitor!?" Leahy heared Kallamar yell almost immediately.
Leshy sniffed around, they smelt Kallamar, Heket, Shamura, The Lamb, and...him...Narinder..."What's happening!?" Leshy yelled, "Why can I smell..him...!?"
"5 become 4 become 3 becomes-" Shamura muttered under their breath.
"Damn it Shamura you're no help!" Leshy yelled back.
"He's.....here." Heket answered Leshy.
"What!? Let me out!!" Leshy struggled with the ropes.
"Stop it! You're going to give me rope burns!" Kallamar yells.
"Is this my punishment, damned lamb!? Force me to see these..these traitors!?" he heared Narinder yell.
"Traitors!? Who are you calling traitors!?" Leshy yells, "You're the one that attacked us!"
"2 becomes 1 becomes nothing..." Shamura finished muttering.
The Lamb smiled as they watched the argument in front of them, "This is going better than I thought. Alright! This is how it's going to go." The Lamb points at the four old faith bishops, "You four deserve an explanation. As you probably know, I killed you causing you to go into purgatory so I saved you. What happened to your crowns, hell if I know but now you're...not exactly mortal but no longer gods..."
"What did they say?" Kallamar asked. Heket signed what The Lamb said to him, "What!? So we're just... like this now?" The Lamb nods, "So I'm stuck deaf..Leshy's stuck blind...Heket's stuck mute...and Shamura...oh Shamura...."
The Lamb shook his head, "Well...based on what The mystic seller said, I was going to try and and get your body parts back."
"Was?" Leshy asks.
"Well yeah...I was thinking and...I'm not going to get them...you and Nari are!" The Lamb smiles.
"What!?" everyone said in unison, except for Kallamar.
"What did they say?" he asked, annoyed that he had to ask. Heket signed it to him. His eyes widened, "What!?"
"Yep! One by one, one of you and Nari will go and find your parts. Alright?" The Lamb asks.
"Can we pick death instead?" Leshy asks.
"No."
"Lamb I swear to god-" Narinder mutters.
"Hey! Why should I go? I'm not the one with beef. And while you're finding it, I expect family bonding!" The Lamb says, "Now! I'm going to get this old bishops comfortable here." The Lamb then takes hold of the old bishops and drags then out of the temple.
Leahy struggles, this was bullshit.
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"Chaos's Beloved," Leshy x The Yellow Cat
FanfictionAfter Leshy got defeated and turned into a follower, he has a hard time accepting that this was his life now but that's when he smelled a familiar smell, Milo, a yellow cat, someone that he started developing feelings for.