The Phoenix and the Lamb

Chapter 82

Disclaimer: I do not own Cult of the Lamb. I am simply a fan of the game. I was inspired by Jbrine061. Please check out her story. She is amazing. Now onto the story.

TW: Scary sadistic suggestive nightmare incoming! You've been warned! It might a bit intense for some folks so I'm warning ya!
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Two weeks have passed since the lamb had fallen ill. In that time, he tried his best to lead, though Ratau had done most of the work. It wasn't easy in the least, especially on the days the Sheep Blight took a turn for the worse. The Red Crown had fortunately kept him alive, even though he felt dead most of the time. Ebany had sent letters as she usually did. Cael wanted to keep the truth from her but all would be revealed when she came to visit. If Webber came by himself, he would tell Ebany as well. Ratau helped him write letters and send them. In her replies, there was definitely concern in her words. She had asked her father about miracle herbs, but the ones he had been cultivating were not ready. She had checked at Redwall Abbey, but they didn't have any either, nor did the forest. It was a time when they were scarcely found...

Cael has had several dreams in the past two weeks. All of them revolved around Narinder, but not all were good. They were about him taking revenge, reclaiming the Red Crown, imprisoning Cael and keeping him for his own amusement. It was why Cael talked in his sleep and why he had grown fearful of sleeping. Kana would make him a tea that helped him sleep. Kallamar was the one who gave her the recipe and he learned that he retained more of his power than be thought. Back when he was a Bishop, some followers bad trouble sleeping when they were ill so Kallamar used a spell casted upon a calming tea to help them sleep. It worked for them and it helped the lamb. Unfortunately, Kallamar's magic was no longer strong enough to have it work all the time.

Cael was having a nightmare right now...

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The One Who Waits walked to the cell in which his prisoner resided. The lamb had paid dearly for his betrayal, Narinder made sure of that. His former vessel was defeated and chained just as he had been for centuries. The cat walked to the lamb and looked at him through the bars of the cell.

"Rise and shine, dear vessel~!" Narinder purred as he grinned.

Poor Cael hated this dream. It revolved around a what if Narinder had taken his revenge... He heard The One Who Waits walk through the cell door and made his way to him. His fleece, once a brilliant red and stitched perfectly, was now torn and dirty. His bell collar had been removed and one of his horns was broken.

"Have you nothing to say to me, little lamb?" Narinder grabbed the lamb's chin, lifting it to make Cael look at him. Cael whimpered as he stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say.

"Well, that will change soon. How do you like it? Having each of your limbs bound for... oh, how long has it been now? One week? One day?One year? It matters not. You'll soon be feeling what I felt for millennia." Narinder's hand went to the cuffs around Cael's wrists above him. His ankles and neck were in the same state.

"Now then, Cael... I believe you know what time it is..." The One Who Waits grinned once more as he snapped his fingers. Cael was released from the chains, but the cuffs remained.

For an hour, he would be subjected to all sorts of torture that resulted in him dying and The One Who Waits reviving him. Cael would do his best to survive as long as he could, but something would tell him eventually. Sometimes it was a chain spike, a fireball, a blade, you name it.