I'm going to be writing a lot of cult themed oneshots because I really like those types of fanfics
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The woods were silent, save for the distant rustling of leaves as a breeze whispered through the trees. At the heart of the forest stood a small clearing, where a circle of makeshift tents and weathered wooden structures marked the domain of Rody Lamoree's cult. To his followers, he was a beacon of freedom, a leader who had liberated them from the chains of society's moral shackles. They worshipped him, not because he demanded it, but because he showed them a life unbound by the laws of the mundane world. His teachings celebrated indulgence, passion, and the embrace of one's true nature, no matter how dark or twisted.
But there was another force in these woods-a rival cult led by a woman who called herself the Divine Priestess. Her teachings were the antithesis of Rody's. She preached purity, chastity, and restraint, binding her followers to a life of denial and repression. Rody despised her, not just for what she represented, but because her cult had begun to draw some of his followers away. They whispered of redemption and the promise of cleansing their souls from the 'filth' Rody had taught them to embrace.
Rody stood at the edge of his camp, his green eyes narrowed as he stared into the dark expanse of the forest. Somewhere beyond the trees lay the camp of the Divine Priestess, and with it, the source of his growing frustration. He had worked too hard to build his following, and he would not allow her to tear it apart. A cruel smile curved his lips as an idea began to form in his mind.
The Divine Priestess had a son-Vincent. A young man, barely out of his teens, who had been raised in the suffocating grasp of his mother's teachings. Rody had caught glimpses of him before, on the rare occasions when their paths crossed in the woods. Vincent was quiet, with neatly styled short black hair, and eyes that seemed to hide an ocean of suppressed desires. Rody knew that look well-it was the look of someone desperately trying to cling to the last threads of purity, even as their soul cried out for the freedom to indulge in forbidden pleasures.
Rody's smile widened as he turned and walked back into the camp. He knew exactly how he would strike back at the Divine Priestess. If he could corrupt her son, he would not only get his revenge but also strike a devastating blow to her influence over his former followers. He would make Vincent impure, and in doing so, shatter the Divine Priestess's hold over those who believed in her lies.
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It didn't take long for Rody to find Vincent. The boy often ventured into the forest on his own, seeking solace in the quiet places where the shadows were thick and the air was heavy with the scent of damp earth. Rody watched him from a distance at first, observing the way Vincent moved with an almost ethereal grace, as if he were afraid to disturb the world around him.
One afternoon, Rody decided it was time to make his move. He stepped out from the shadows and into Vincent's path, his presence startling the boy. Vincent froze, his dark eyes widening as he took in the sight of the tall, well-built man standing before him.
"You're Vincent, aren't you?" Rody's voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, as he took a step closer.
Vincent nodded hesitantly, his gaze flicking to the ground. "Yes... You're Rody, the one my mother warns us about."
Rody chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "I suppose I am. And what has she told you about me?"
"That you're dangerous... that you lead people astray." Vincent's voice was quiet, but there was a hint of curiosity beneath the caution.
"And do you believe her?" Rody asked, taking another step forward until he was close enough to see the faint flush on Vincent's pale cheeks.
Vincent hesitated, his eyes meeting Rody's for the briefest of moments before darting away again. "I... I don't know."
