My vision was dark as it was then quickly blinded by an overwhelming amount of color, noises and scents quickly suffocated my senses. I groaned as I kept my eyes on the floor... So much color, its giving me a headache.. I was forced to kneel on yet another pentagram. The circle wouldn't let me go until the lamb returned and released me. Murmurs filled the air around me as I looked around, the sun was out, making the experience of color all the more blinding as I squinted. The area seemed to be in a forest, many small bushes and vibrant grass surrounding me. There are trees in the distance that are surrounding what I assume is the cult grounds. The lamb's cult is about two times bigger now, there seemed to be about 30 people now. There was a small crowd gathered around me although most kept their distance. At least someone understands they should still fear me, unlike that wretched lamb.
"Is it really him..? Our leader did it!" A bunny whispered. She had a small gold ring floating above her head, a disciple. Ew.
"The One Who Waits?" An ox murmured.
"It's the bishop of Death!" A bird muttered.
These incels whispered as if I didn't have any ears. I growled, clearly aggravated at them as I glared at them. They cowered and backed up, some even resumed their tasks around the cult nervously. I snickered, this will be entertaining to mess with the cult members at least. I continued to observe my surroundings, my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright colors. The scent of what seemed to be pine cones wafted through the air.
About an hour has passed... How much longer will I have to be kneeling like this?!? This horrid mortal-like body is starting to hurt. The cult members abruptly stopped their tasks as they gathered around the entrance of the cult. Is the lamb FINALLY here? The sound of the lamb's bell ringing confirmed my thoughts. The cult members cheered at the arrival of the lamb happily, also congratulating them on beating me... This place is filled with annoying assholes. I rolled my eyes as I listened to cult members basically kiss the ground beneath the lambs feet.
The lamb approached me, the cult members that were previously following him strayed away. I looked up at the lamb as I gritted my teeth. Greatttttt, now I have to go through this..
"Just letting you know in advance everybody will be calling you Narinder." The lamb said with an almost playful tone. Were they enjoying annoying me?! Of course they are, there a sadistic asshole!
I growled in response as I glared at them, silently hoping my glare could make the lamb drop dead like a fly. The lamb looked at me, he seemed to be thinking for a moment. His gaze on me made me feel more annoyed as I scoffed.
"You'll be farming, that's your job." The lamb casually said, their smile returning.
I gritted my teeth once more as I clenched my fists. "FARMING!? Do I look like a PEASANT to you LAMB?!" I yelled, anger lacing my voice.
"I mean if you don't wanna farm... I guess I could just imprison you instead." The lamb said slyly with the same innocent-looking smile. Their words made my blood boil. THIS AGGRAVATING LAMB! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU.
I sighed, I bite my tongue to keep myself from saying more. I knew if I said more I would be imprisoned, I'm not sure if my mortal-like body could handle that. I groaned, clearly annoyed, as I refused to respond.
The lamb's smile widened with excitement as they looked down at me. "Alright, Narinder!" They don't deserve to address me by my name. "When the sun sets all cult members must be in their cabins. Work will begin tomorrow since you are still injured, and everyday at dawn a sermon is held so make sure to be on time!" The lamb said in an unusually cheerful tone, it made my stomach turn as I listened to their voice.
"I'll show you to your cabin." The lamb said as they released me from the pentagram. I stand up, my knees were sore and felt like they were bruised. Ughhhh.... Another pain added to the list. I stretched my legs, trying to make the pain subside. Spoiler alert it didn't do anything.
"Come." The lamb said as they gestured for me to follow them as I rolled my eyes, my third eye still looking at them. I followed as I grumbled under my breath. I ignored the stares of other cult members as we walked.
This has to be the worst day in my entire existence.
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Facades and Fantasies (Lamb x Narinder)
FanficNarinder is defeated by his own follower, The Lamb, and is forced into their cult. How will Narinder escape his new 'prison'? Will he ever? In this slow burn novel the former bishop of death explores the facades of himself and others by uncovering t...
