A Lamb's guide to Godhood

Like rubies, glimmering and ablaze with the autumn's sunlight, droplets of iron brimmed past the child's lips, upon the flaxen canvas of foliage did it fall. A growl, weak and pitiful, rumbled through her chest, teeth burrowing further into the hand that dared to touch with a wet squelch, canines clashing and grinding against bone and yet the male remained still.

From the near barren trees did a breeze, bright and chilled, waft through the forest glade that the shepherd and wayward lamb found themselves in. And with a great breath, God, all mighty and all seeing, declared, "Well fuck, that's gonna be problem."

A story of a stray child unwittingly consuming the flesh of god and becoming something entirely new.