[AN: Sorry for not posting for so long!]
"Once a land bursting with all kinds of life. Today, one shall be rid of the world. Here stands the last lamb." The bishop of war and wisdom announced to all followers watching the execution.
"This might be a bad idea..." Heket, the bishop of famine whispered to her brother, Kallamar, bishop of plague and pestilence.
"Hm, you may be correct, Heket. But if Leshy and Shamura see this fit for protection, then so be it." Kallamar whispered back. He tried to act calm but the thought of something happening had him shaking in his robes. Heket could tell. She knew him.
The lamb. The last lamb. They stepped forward, their eyes down, trembling, terrified, hopeless.
Shamura looked down at the lamb with pity. 'I'm sorry, little lamb. You and all of your kind are innocent. You all did nothing wrong. But I cannot let my brother escape his prison. Goodbye, little lamb. Goodbye, my little brother.' They thought before giving a nod to the executor.
The executor swung his axe. The lamb shut their eyes tightly and shot a quick last prayer to their god. Then, they saw a light. They opened their eyes. The bishop of death stood before them, his guards by his sides.
"Ah yes, the last lamb. I have been awaiting your arrival. Welcome to my domain. Now, allow me to get to the point. I have a proposal. You have been the most faithful of all my followers. You can help the both of us. Set me free by k*lling my siblings. End the non-believers. Start a cult. How you get your revenge, you may be wondering. Well, you get to show your heretics just how strong you are seconds before ending them. So, do you except my offer?" The bishop asked with a sly smirk.
"Yes, my lord." The lamb said, kneeling before him.
The bishop chuckled and placed the Red Crown on the lambs head.
"Now, you may call me The One Who Waits. What is your name, vessel?" The god asked.
"My name is Lambert. However you may call me whatever you'd like." Lambert responded.
"Very well, Lambert. Now, go show the heretics whom have mistreated you who you are." He said.
With a nod, a pool of ichor appeared under Lambert's feet. They were gone in a quick spin.
Lambert appeared again in the cult grounds. Their body which was once headless lifted into the air, their rags turned into a magnificent red fleece with white zigzags. The executor's eyes widened in shock. Soon, in a matter of seconds, it was his head that was on the ground.
After a few minutes of grunts, cries, and clanging of swords, the cult grounds were filled with d3ad bodies and blood. The bishop of chaos was furious.
"Make this easier for yourself, lamb! Bow before us this instant!" Bishop Leshy yelled.
Lambert turned to all 4 of them with cold and hateful eyes.
"My name is Lambert. I am the vessel who shall never kneel before my heretics. You will not forget my name." Lambert snapped back with a monotone and cold tone. They then walked away.
Here's a glimpse into part 2!:
Lambert walked. They walked and walked but then they saw something they weren't expecting. They saw a bull tied up. Likely the next sacrifice. The Red Crown turned back into a blade. SLASH!
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