The COTL Goat Enthusiast

Takoda awakens with a sharp intake of air. They blink a few times before closing their eyes and slowly letting out a breath. Stars, their whole body hurts. An ache that throbs with any movement, a constant pounding that they just want to stop so they can have a clear thought for a moment. Some places hurt more than others, mostly the old wounds that had reopened like their neck, wrists, chest and back.

‘Takoda…’ They could hear someone say their name inside their head.

They open their eyes again, but only slightly, turning their head to the right to look at Mauve, their crown.

‘Where are we?’

Hmm, good question. Takoda begins to stretch, pointing their hooves and stretching their arms above their head. The head of the bed they lie in is against a wall and their hands touch it as they stretch. They can feel the wall is made of… leaves? Takoda plucks one from it and brings it in front of their face.

It’s a leaf alright, green with a waxy top and a soft underside. Is it real? They break it in half and see the glistening wetness of its internal water.

It’s real. And it's alive. Takoda’s eyes widened at this. They tilt their head up to look at the wall and see that it’s completely made up of lush green leaves. They try to prop themselves up on an arm to look at their surroundings but move too quickly, their upper back stings and their muscles feel tight. They wince, taking a moment for the sharp pain to subside before slowly taking in what's around them.

The walls and ceiling are all leaves, like they’re inside a giant bush. It's thick enough that no light from outside; if there is any; is getting in. The room is lit with candles in various spots, they glow bright, unnaturally so. There's markings carved into the base of them, Takoda recognizes as a very basic sigil to boost the light, something they also used in their cult. Across from the foot of the bed is a counter made of dark oak wood with a stone top. There were red flowers on it along with bandages, a mortar and pestle, jars with a thick oily paste in it, other flowers and plants, and medical tools. Takoda looks at their left arm to see it’s completely wrapped in bandages. They then bring the hand up to their throat and feel the same thing.

Ok, they’ve been patched up by someone and are now in a medical area that’s made out of a bush…a bush that’s alive… and a person that is also alive… what?! They’re scrambling out of the bed before they realize it. They have to get out, they have to see what’s outside. The pain makes it difficult to maneuver, they cling to whatever they can to make it to the exit.

Mauve changes into her lizard form, with a long tail and purple horns resembling Takoda’s and wraps herself around Takoda’s left arm. They make it to the curtain that seems to be cutting their room in half and throw it to the side. It slides on its track that’s attached to a long branch on the ceiling, scrunching up against the wall. Takoda stumbles to the other side of the room and grabs hold of another counter that resembles the one on their side. They can see sunlight seeping in from behind a thick drape that covers the door frame in front of them.

They're just about to stagger their way to the door frame when they happen to look a little to the left and do a double take. Apparently they did not have this room to themselves, as behind the sheet separating the room in half, was a cat. A three-eyed cat to be more precise with eyes red as blood, it's… very captivating, but Takoda knows mutations like that usually involve that of a crown, this cat is either a crown bearer or has been manipulated by one. He’s sitting up in a bed similar to the one they woke up in, bandages practically covering him from the neck down. It appears he was in the middle of reading, or maybe he was journaling?

Both stared wide eyed at each other, the cat occasionally glancing at Mauve, who has moved up to rest on Takoda’s shoulder with her tail wrapping around their arm, and is also in shock. Takoda tries to maneuver their way to the door, without taking their eyes off of the cat, he could still be a threat. Although, with the way his fur is starting to fluff up, it's hard to even feel threatened. So fluffy.

They just about make it to the door frame before they trip and fall. Everything but their lower legs make it outside. Takoda lands on their right side, letting out a grunt as they slowly roll over to their back. They can immediately feel a temperature difference, their legs in a comfortable warmth, while the outside has a cold bite to it. They know that feeling, the feeling of winter turning to spring. The ground is cold, some of it wet from melted snow, Takoda can actually feel a thin layer of snow on the ground with their left hand, their right, the lush green grass beginning to perk back up with the promise of warmer weather.

Takoda rotates to get a better look around, it's just as they thought, a light dusting of snow on the ground, but spring was popping up with a force. Green grasses, wild flowers, trees already budding with new leaves. The sounds of people laughing and talking catches their attention. They turn their head to see more buildings, covered in thick cloth that varies in colors but seems to have a strong theme with red. There’s some people, whom they're assuming to be followers, roaming around. Some are binding together firewood, others seem to be hauling in food, chatting as they walk down the large stone path.

What is this?

“Oh! You really shouldn’t be up yet, you’ll reopen your wounds! And you're going to get yourself all dirty, after all that time me and some followers spent getting you clean. Do you even realize just how dirty you were?” The Lamb, from before. The one looking to them after they had slain the beast, the one with the red crown… “Seriously, it was like all that dirt, blood, and ash was a second skin.”

The Lamb walks up to them, crouching down and gently grabbing their right arm to hoist them up.

‘Should we… should we slay them?’

‘No Mauve. We need answers and they seem to be playing nice, for now.’

Mauve moves to behind Takoda’s neck, their wild shoulder length hair seemingly hiding her as she watches the Lamb closely.

“C’mon. Let’s get you back inside, it's been a few hours anyway, your bandages probably need to be changed, depending on how they are we can add more…” The Lamb starts muttering to themselves as they guide Takoda back inside.

There’s a slight fog feeling in Koda’s head, like they’re just about to get a head ache, but it goes away quickly. It’s something many would just pass off, but Takoda knows exactly what just happened. They glance at the Lamb, who looks as though they are still muttering about fixing the Goat’s wounds.

Stepping inside, Takoda can see the three eyed cat is watching, glaring. Again, those red eyes, it’s captivating. Takoda tries to get a good look at him as they pass by the front of his bed. His fur was dark like fresh charred wood and it was somewhat short and would stick out in a few places. But when he had seen them earlier, he had fluffed up, mostly on his cheeks and neck, it had looked soft, but now it's obvious it's been a while since he had properly taken care of himself. They can tell that his arms underneath the bandages are practically bone, in fact, the cat is rather skinny almost like he’s malnourished, but his arms are definitely just bone.

The Lamb has guided Koda back to their side of the healing hut, reaching over to grab the curtain to separate the room again. The cat is still looking at them, his ears have actually started to pin back. What’s his problem? Takoda mean-mugged back at the cat just as the Lamb closed the divider. But, just before it had closed fully, Koda caught the appalled look on his face. A tiny victory, something to look back on later.

“Sit down on the bed please.” Lamb says, gesturing to the bed with its sheets still messed up. Lamb turns back to the counter messing with the contents on it. The Goat just stands there, they look back and forth between the Lamb and the bed before settling on watching the white wooled animal.

This Lamb has a crown, which is actually looking at Takoda now, observing, just as they are doing with its bearer. This red crown looks similar to Mauve, but Mauve has a gem between her two points, and her pupil was a horizontal squiggle compared to this red crown's vertical slit. And, obviously, Mauve was just better. Takoda can feel Mauve’s giddiness at that thought.

There's nothing strange about this Lamb, no extra eyes, no unnatural sharp teeth, no extra limbs, nothing. Which means they can't possibly be that red crown’s true bearer. Taking a wild shot in the dark, Takoda is going to assume that the feline on the other side of the curtain is its original holder. So why does this little lamb have it?

Takoda tilts their head to the side, allowing Mauve to poke out under their chin to also look at the red crown.

“My Lamb, you requested me?” They hear as another enters the healing hut. The curtain blocks them from seeing who, but that doesn't matter, they don't take their eyes off the red cloaked figure in front of them.

“Yes, please check our friend’s wounds while I tend to this one, it's about time for the bandages to be changed.” The Lamb calls out, continuing to get the bandages and salves ready at the counter.

“Mmmm…. Yes, my Lamb.” Takoda hears the person grumble.

“Thank you, Mana.” Lamb continues to cut up some gauze.

“Don’t come near me, filthy beast! I will-!”

“ Decay me where I stand? Yeah yeah, you're still too weak to do anything Dark Lord, just let me check your wounds, this will help with the pain.”

“No! Get off!”

Takoda can hear the two arguing, honestly it's hard not too, the curtain wasn't very thick to dampen the noise. But, they're busy, distracted, it'll do.

Mauve is quick, transforming into her snake form to wrap around the red crown, the Lamb turns, surprised, just as Takoda lunges, pinning them to the counter, using one arm to keep The Lamb still, the other to grip their jaw. Red is trying to get out of Mauve’s grip, but she’s using what little power she has at the moment to keep him from liquidizing to do so. She bites him hard and constricts tighter.

Lamb is about to try and fight the Goat off when they feel like a wave has rushed over their head, there's a strange coldness across their forehead, and it's like water is rippling over their brain, it doesn't hurt but it's a strange sensation. Lamb feels like they are just floating… on a calm open sea… soft blue sky above. What were they doing again? Suddenly, small glimpses of key memories flash in their mind quickly, their execution, seeing Narinder chained, their first follower, killing the bishops, and sparing Narinder after their fight. There's no words, it's like it's just pictures of those moments popping in and out.

Then, it's gone, and the Goats face is coming into focus again, their eyes are that black sclera and purple iris like before.

Takoda lets go of the Lamb, walks over to the bed and sits down like they were previously instructed to do, the left side of their back stinging, making them wince. Mauve follows suit, unravelling from the red crown and returning to her perch on Takoda's shoulder.

“What… What the fuck? Did you just read my mind?!” Lamb is leaning on the counter for support, an angry look of disbelief on their face.

“Like you didn't try to do it to me when we walked in.” Takoda says, rolling their eyes and leaning back on their palms.

“What? What are you talking about? I was discussing your wounds!”

“Look, I’m not dumb, we both have crowns and have both gained abilities from it. I could feel you trying to get into my head to see something, though, I'm guessing since I also have a crown, you were trying to do it as gently as you could without me knowing.” The Lamb looks away. “Didn't get anything out of me though, did you?”

“... No… I'm guessing you got something out of me?” Lamb looks back to them, crossing their arms.

“Just enough to curb my curiosity… for now.” Lamb looks at the Goat suspiciously. “... I'm ready for my check up doctor.”

Lamb huffs and hesitates for a moment before grabbing the tray they were working on and walking over to them. Lamb leans in to start unwrapping Takoda’s neck.

“...Don't do that again.”

“It goes both ways sweetheart.” Takoda side-eyes them. Lamb looks at their eyes as they finish getting the bandages off. Their back to that white sclera and dark horizontal elongated pupil, with just a slight gradation from white to silver in the iris’ as it gets closer to the pupil.

Getting back to looking over the wounds on Takoda’s neck, they're healing nicely, well, nicely enough. Lamb could tell the original wound was… gruesome. The flesh is jagged with multiple scars, it did not heal pretty previously. The scars are definitely from decapitation, but with how they look compared to Lamb’s own scar; one clean ring around their neck; it was safe to assume that it was not a swift and painless end for the Goat.

There are parts of the wound that still bleed black blood. Black blood, ichor, the essence of gods. Has this Goat ascended to godhood? How? Lamb still doesn't bleed ichor even after defeating Narinder. Did the Goat destroy their God to achieve this? They'll have to ask about it later.

Lamb begins to rub the camellia salve over the wounds and starts redressing the neck. Lamb notices that during the whole process of them redressing the neck, The Goat never looked at them. In fact, they were actively avoiding looking at the Lamb.

“What? Squeamish? Don't like doctors?” Lamb asks as they gesture for the goat to take off the medical shirt. It crosses over the chest and ties on the left side, with the sides having slits in them as well for easy access in case of emergency.

“I don't like the way people look at me when they see my neck…” Takoda says, untying the side and shrugging off the shirt.

“What? Pity? I get that, my followers look at me like that when I take my bell off–”

“Its not that.”

Lamb looks up at the goat, their head is turned to the side, staring straight ahead, not really focusing on anything. There's a pained grimace on their face.

“Then what is it?” Lamb unwrapped the last of the Goats chest and arms. Everything is healing up well, though the gash on their back seems to have been freshly opened, probably from that stunt they just pulled to read the Lamb’s mind. The only one that doesn't seem to be healing as fast is the one on Takoda’s chest, just to the left of their sternum, between the 4th and 5th rib. A long horizontal gash that still bleeds heavily despite being stitched up, Lamb has to put some gauze below it to keep it from dripping and getting everywhere while they assess and redress.

“... Nothing…” Takoda says quietly, they weren't ready to talk about it, not yet. Not to someone they don't even know. Lamb just hums as they continue their work, putting a glob of salve on the gash, causing Takoda to flinch. The rest of the patch up goes quietly, Lamb just finished wrapping The Goat up when a loud “Ow!” is heard from the other side of the divider curtain.

“OW! FUCK! That hurts you know!!”

“Oh suck it up you big baby, the salve will help, just stay still.”

The two still seem to be arguing over there, Lamb lets out a sigh as they look at the curtain.

“Here’s a new shirt since you got the other one wet and dirty from your fall outside, but you should take it easy for the next couple of days. Most of your wounds are healing well, but they can still easily reopen. I'm recommending you bed rest for the rest of the day and to stay in the healing hut. I will be around tomorrow to show you the cult grounds, there is a designated follower in charge of the healing hut in a personal tent next door should you need anything.” Lamb says, handing Takoda a new shirt and taking the old one with them as they clean up their tools and scraps.

“And I'm guessing they're also keeping an eye on me in case I do anything funny?

“Now you're catching on.”

“What, still don' t trust lil’ ol’ me after I saved your life?”

“Everyone that comes into my cult is always under surveillance for a little while to ensure they aren't spies, thieves, or dissenters attempting to poison my flock. However, that little stunt you pulled earlier granted you a longer watch time.” Lamb turns around with a smirk on their face, wiping off their hands with a rag before tossing it behind them onto the counter and leaning in close to Takoda. “And yes, I for sure don't trust you at this moment.”

Takoda tilts their head and puts on a smug grin. “Bummer.”

Lamb straightens back up, grabs the shirt and rag on the counter and walks to the curtain, yanking it open to reveal the cat, who is huddled up at the top of his bed, looking like he's about to pounce and attack the follower attending him. The follower, Mana, a blue teal monkey with fluffy fur that surrounds his face and sits on top of his head. He seems to have a slightly toned body underneath the red hoodie with a white upside down triangle on the chest and dark brown tapered trousers. Takoda recognizes him from the Lamb’s memory, their first follower. Takoda sits with their back to the three, but just barely looks over their shoulder at the unfolding interaction, still not having put their shirt back on. Mana bares his teeth at the cat.

“Oh knock it off you two. Narinder if you want to be in pain all day, be my guest, we don't have to make this easier for you.” Lamb states as they walk around the bed to Mana.

“Fine! I don't want your traitorous help! Just leave me be!” the cat yells at the Lamb. It looks like he's grabbing something from his side table and is about ready to throw whatever he has at the Lamb when glowing red chains seem to burst from the cat's back and restrains him. He lets out a yell, squeezing his eyes shut and flinching, before letting out a low growl and glaring at the Lamb with his ears pinned, teeth bared, and pupils thin slits. His tail is puffed up along with a little bit of the fur on the back of his neck.

Lamb just looks at him calmly with their hands behind their back. Mana had flinched back when the chains appeared, and now looked between the lamb and cat uneasily.

“Then I'll leave your recovery to you.” Lamb tilts their head slightly to the side. “My followers and I will not assist you in changing bandages, providing medicine, or stitching you up should your wounds reopen. It'll all be on you.” They turn to their follower. “Mana you may leave now, our friend will no longer be needing assistance.”

Mana faces the lamb as they speak to him. “Yes, My Lamb.” He side eyes the cat once more before turning to the exit and leaving.

It's quiet in the hut. Takoda can feel the tension. Lamb breaks the silence, speaking quietly.

“I don't wanna have to restrain you, Narinder. But you aren't the God of Death any more. You may still have some of your abilities, but I beat you fair and square, the crown is mine. I want to give you this second opportunity, but you will not hurt me or my followers in that process.”

Narinder and Lamb glare at each other intensely before the Lamb waves their hand. The chains around the cat release and recede back into his back. There's a grimace that forms on his face, but he doesn't break eye contact. The Lamb turns and leaves without saying another word.

A few moments after the blanket door falls closed, Narinder lets out a strained breath. He hunches forward, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched as he grunts in pain. He’s like that for a minute before steadying his breath and sitting back up. His face is steeled but his eyes hold a look of angry determination.

Suddenly, his attention snaps to Takoda, and they don't shy away from it. Still looking over their shoulder, Koda looks at those red eyes, it's like their vision darkens around the edges and all they can see are those eyes, practically glowing.

Red is not Takoda’s favorite color, but that red? Like bright holly berries that stand out against sparkling snow, they're beautiful.

Takoda turns their head to face in front of them. Their hands clasp together, their mind is racing with all the events that just took place.

“Mauve,” they whisper, a look of unease on their face. Their crown comes to rest on their lap, looking up at them with worry. “I can't tell if I'm dreaming right now. It doesn't feel like I'm asleep, am I being punished? Am I hallucinating before death?”

‘I don't know Koda. This feels real… just take it one day at a time.’

Koda cups their crown in their hands, letting out a sigh of breath before bringing Mauve close to hold. She snuggles into their neck to comfort them, but knows it won't be enough to help their troubled mind.

Previous: Prologue

Another heretic is slain with a slash of the Lamb’s sword as they clear this area of the Darkwoods. The ground is damp and the air is cold, but not as cold as it is back at the cult where snow still blankets parts of the ground. Lamb can just barely see the shaky breath they let out, the faint white puff of air contrasts the dark greens and browns of the forest. Rain pitter patters around them, hitting the leaves and ferns, occasionally making its way through the canopy and dripping from above onto their head. It's certainly just as the name implies, dark woods.The trees are dense, branches intertwining with one another above, enough that barely any light makes it to the soft ground.

The Lamb trembles, though not from the adrenaline or excitement they would normally feel while on a crusade, but from fear. They keep trying to push it down, but it keeps coming back up with a vengeance. It twists in their stomach and tightens in their chest. They feel disorientated as their vision begins to blur.

Is what that cat said true? Could they possibly be stuck in the endless void of purgatory, never to see the ones they’ve lost, should they die once more now that Narinder has been brought to the mortal realm without his crown?

Even Narinder had said he wasn’t sure if that would happen (but he would love to watch them rot), but what if it does? All that work, all that effort to get revenge and building a new community and family, all of it would go to waste.

No, they’re spiraling, they need to get it together. Just get plenty of camellia flowers for the healing tent and leave. That’s it, that’s all they have to do. So why can’t they stop shaking? Lamb takes a moment to gather themself before heading further into the Darkwoods. The cold mist is helping to keep them grounded, they try to focus on that feeling to keep their thoughts in check.

The heretics here weren’t always this strong either, it’s putting the Lamb on edge. They're faster and harder to kill, a swing or two from the Lamb’s weapon won't do it this time. Lamb usually picks weapons that allow them to move fast, get more hits in, this means less damage and having to get in closer to the enemy. There's been too many close calls and a few actually got some hits in, one of Amdusias’ kin rammed them in their right leg, a swordsman got a deep cut into their shoulder blade and only a few moments after slaying said swordsman, Lamb was shot right into that fresh cut with an arrow from an archer hiding away in the branches above. They're being caught off guard more often than they'd like. If there’s an old faith Acolyte or Witness at the end of this path like there usually is, Lamb will need to be focused. They don't know just how fast or how strong that enemy could be, but they've taken down all the Bishops and Narinder, they can't let this new piece of information prevent them from completing this crusade. That's all it is, another crusade, just like all the others. They straighten their back and square their shoulders. They won't let the Darkwoods get the better of them.

—

After trekking through a few more areas and slaying more heretics, the Lamb finally makes it to the stone path leading to an Old Faith temple in ruins. Some of the heretics were able to get another few good hits in, but Lamb feels confident they can finish the crusade. They started to get back into the rhythm they usually have, going in for swift attacks and then dodging back to a safe distance. They were able to heal some of their wounds, the cut on their shoulder blade taking priority. There's still a small gash, but it won't bother them should they get into another fight. A successful crusade is in sight.

They make it past the broken wall into the temple. It’s empty and there’s a clear shot to the entry room where the teleportation sigil lies. These rooms aren’t usually empty, with an Acolyte devoting themselves to Bishop and being turned into a creature used to stop the Lamb. Or a Witness emerging to take revenge for their Bishop. But Lamb took care of the Bishops and the Witnesses, so what could be here?

They cautiously creep further into the room, heading for the sigil entry way when the center of the room lights up with not only green light, but also red light. A summoning circle. Out pops Amdusias, only looking much worse for wear. Lamb stops and takes a step back in shock.

How is this possible? Amdusias was indoctrinated into the cult and had passed in the cult, why is there another form of him here?

Lamb doesn’t have time to dwell, as the beast immediately begins its attack. Lamb, thrown off by this sudden appearance isn’t able to dodge the full brunt of the attack, and gets hit in their right leg, the same spot where the Amdusias kin rammed, hard. Lamb’s pretty sure their femur is fractured at this point. They know underneath their dark red pants an ugly purple bruise is forming. They grip their right thigh, stumbling slightly before catching their balance. They can't dwell on it right now, the final battle is now under way.

Lamb is swift in recovering and begins their counter, shifting the crown into a sword. They try to favor their left leg as they rush left, getting behind Amdusias and striking. They try to slash at the flesh beneath the horns, weak spots on Amdusias, it makes the beast let out a wail before taking a large breath. Lamb knows the attack that's coming, it's getting ready to shoot its projectiles. Lamb is ready, they can anticipate how the projectiles will fly into the air and rocket to the ground and Lamb puts themselves into a position where the flaming projectiles fly past and give Lamb an opening shot for another rush in. They run the best they can, sliding when they get just close enough to Amdusias and slices at their soft underbelly. They know they’ve done some serious damage, a few more hits should do it. Lamb can sense the next attack is coming and begins to move to a safe distance when their leg throbs in unbearable pain.

They hear Narinder’s words again:

”You have taken Death and moved him to a plane where he can no longer interfere with your revival. Should you die now, it's on you, and I will take immense satisfaction in watching you rot into nothing.”

Death… Death could be final here.

Fear rages through them once again as Amdusias rears back, letting out a thunderous roar, before doing its ramming attack and hits Lamb square on with its horns and skulls protruding from its head. It sends them flying across the room, hitting the ground hard and skidding across it into a large puddle of rain water that came in from a hole in the ceiling.

Lamb struggles to get up, they press a hand to their right side where they were hit and pull it back to find an alarming amount of red blood. They try to get to their feet, but just end up stumbling back into the water on their hands and knees. They’re shaking and starting to panic. Amdusias is making its way for another attack and they’re frozen by their fear.

Is this really how it all ends? After everything? Here and now?

The Lamb breathes heavy and fast, blood dripping into the water below, watching as the final blow comes straight at them, when suddenly the water beneath them begins to glow purple.

The light is suddenly blinding and seems to envelope them. Lamb hears a splash in front of them and just as quickly as the light appeared, it was gone. It takes Lamb a moment to adjust their eyes, but once they can, they can see Amdusias is also affected by the light and is still recovering, smashing its face into the ground, like it's trying to tunnel into the stone beneath it to get away from the blinding assault.

A figure was now in front of Lamb,hunched in a fetal position covered in purple. Lamb isn’t able to fully register what they’re looking at when the beast roars out, coming back in for the attack. The figure in front of them moves fast, suddenly pulling out an ax and attacking Amdusias, one blow after another, strong and calculated. The beast doesn’t have time to even react before it's bested, it all happened so quick. Lamb blinks once, then twice before finally registering what just occurred. Lamb looks to the figure, who stumbles, hunched over breathing heavily.

Finally Lamb gets a good look. A purple cloak with a silver trim drapes over the figure, but it's covered in black stains, dirt and grim, what they’re going to assume is probably blood, and a thin layer of, what seems to be ash. Lamb can see their legs shake slightly underneath the cloak.

Lamb moves slowly to get up and the figure turns quickly at the sound, looking around their shoulder to peer at them. The figures' eyes are wild, black scaleras, glowing purple iris’ and dark circles beneath them. Their face is dirty and black liquid drips from their nose and mouth, with smudges of it around their eyes and other spots on their face. Horns protruding from dark hair, curving around the skull to the back of their head.

Despite the crazy and dirty appearance, Lamb recognizes this species; they’re a goat, another caprinae. The Goat stumbles, finally turning fully to face the Lamb.

They look confused, face scrunching.

“Wha-… You-…” They rasp out, voice groggy and scratchy. There’s an accent to it that Lamb recognizes, almost.. twangy? Was that the word?

Then the Goat’s face turns angry.

“Another one?! Are you here to torment me!? YOU—!” The Goat’s voice turns gravelly and almost chilling as they raise their ax, which Lamb can now see has an eye on it similar to the crowns.

The Lamb is about to defend themselves with whatever strength they have left when the Goat’s eyes unexpectedly roll to the back of their head, cutting off mid sentence, and collapsing to the stone ground.

Previous: Table of Contents and Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Rating: Mature

Relationships:

Eventual Goat/Narinder (The One Who Waits) & Lamb/Baal

Summary:

After being ripped from their universe and thrusted into a new one, Goat must become accustomed to this new life, with new people and more crowns. Why were they brought here? Was it for the same purpose as they had in their universe? They’re scared to find out. They don’t know who they can trust and they’re sure this Lamb doesn’t trust them either, but they seem to be finding an ally in this three eyed cat that they room with in the healing hut.

Characters:

The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The Goat (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder, Leshy (Cult of the Lamb), Yellow Cat (Cult of the Lamb), Heket (Cult of the Lamb), Kallamar (Cult of the Lamb), Shamura (Cult of the Lamb), Aym (Cult of the Lamb), Baal (Cult of the Lamb), webber (Cult of the Lamb), Original Follower Character(s) (Cult of the Lamb), Follower Characters (Cult of the Lamb), Forneus (Cult of the Lamb), Monch (Cult of the Lamb), ??? | Mystic Seller (Cult of the Lamb), Chemach (Cult of the Lamb), Clauneck (Cult of the Lamb), Kudaai (Cult of the Lamb)

Additional Tags:

#Slow Burn; #Mutual Pining; #Violence; #Murder; #Angst; #Humor; #Fluff; #Blood and Gore; #graphic description of violence; #Graphic Description of Corpses; #Injury; #Regret and guilt; #Suicidal Thoughts; #Implied/Referenced Suicide; #Suicide Attempt; #Suggestive humor; #Non-Sexual Intimacy; #Eventual Sex; #They/Them Pronouns for The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb); #They/Them Pronouns for The Goat (Cult of the Lamb); #They/Them Pronouns for Shamura (Cult of the Lamb); #Threat of Perma-death; #alternate universe goat; #goat x cannon narinder; #Additional Tags to Be Added; #Slow to Update; #First time writing; #No Beta; #Relics of the Old Faith DLC (Cult of the Lamb); #Sins of the Flesh Update (Cult of the Lamb); #Cannibalism; #POV Third Person; #Intro mainly follows behind Lamb’s pov but the rest of the story is mainly behind Goat’s pov; #Rating May Change; #narigoat; #baallamb

Chapters:

Prologue

Chapter One - The Goat

Chapter Two - The Cat