The First Tear (3/3)
by vxredmption(Warmund)
A COTL AU fanfic writing for @gorjee-art COTL AU
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In this moment, The Lamb God's focus was now on Narinder. For the first time, after a thousand years, the only god of this realm was idle... truly idle. Their actions before were instinctive and naturally driven, like the wind needing to blow new life in the land as well carry the past with it. All of it being the necessary duty of the Lamb God, hence their never-ending goal as to ensure the dead are guided into their realm. Nothing would see their eternal task be stopped, neither by a mortal or even by another god that would match their stature before them (if they dared)... and yet... they stood in the night, their eyes looking deeply to the saddened mortal who is weeping for a reason that, despite sounding like drop of water in a rushing wave, makes their cold heart ache with pained warmth.
It was then the Lamb God felt their right hand index finger flick inwards onto their massive palm, a reactive sensation coursing ever so slowly but ever so noticeably within their limbs. Their body slowly shifted towards this crying figure, their bells not ringing a single chime to give way that the Elder God is now facing towards Narinder... their eyes and head shifted down at mortal before them in better clarity. They still do not know why they make them feel so pained... they were a God made manifest in this realm. They should not care or even take notice as eventually all things will be claimed by them, as is their right to retain a necessary order of death. The Lamb God could only stare to this crying thing before them... but they soon felt their left hand that is carrying the chains of the censer grew heavy... then unbearable for his fingers to be wrapped any longer... and it became a noticeable concern as they manually pulled the mystical relic of them, not using their vast power to simply summon it away from their presence.
As they moved the artifact from their hands, they carefully placed it to the side on the cold ground... and the Lamb God's gaze soon looked into the gleaming reflection of the gold artefact, seemingly calling onto them just as much as the weeping preacher. The god could feel something rousing in their heart that could not be described so easily, it too being a distant yet familiar in presence onto their being. It was a wash of disgust... contempt... then... revelating, their eyes widening slightly more than they ever did for many years. They soon looked upon their massive open palmed hands, all of their eyes carefully looking at the left and to the right, then vice versa. Their eyes then looked forward to the great darkened forest... past the crying mortal Narinder... past the great foliage of trees... past the great seas... past everything... then reaching to a place that was darkness to them... but soon a lone white shepherd came into their sight... herding a small flock in silence... being slowed as time to the God was immaterial to them in such seas of darkness. Their form was familiar... their attire was common, yet the God knew every stich of it without fault, the shepherd's cane eased onto the massive figure of divinity just as much as the small flock that surrounded it and the glowing lone shepherd. It was then, this glowing figure look towards the Lamb God... and smiled softly at them... shedding a single tear and uttering silence from their lips... yet the God knew the exact words being said despite being nothing to their ears. The words the shepherd mouthed was this: "Love again".
Back onto Narinder's reality, he soon composed himself enough to slowly stop his tears that streamed from his face and mask, which he took it off for a moment as to make it easier to wipe his eyes with his palm. It was then, as he finished wiping their eyes, a loud thundering rumble is heard and felt, Narinder jumped in his place, followed by a cacophony of bells that ranged hard against his ears. His eyes then looked to the source... and froze still... a sight being too much to muster into a cohesive thought. The Preacher of the New Faith... is seeing his god on his knees, open palms and wrists resting low on their thighs... their eyes and the their horn's eyes looking onto him... their once silent and cold expression... now reading guilt and sadness... with but a single white tear that trailed slowly on their dark face from one of their red eyes. The preacher could only stare in shock... but he soon eased himself slowly towards the Lamb God, taking a few steps closer as he looked deeply into their great red eyes. He did not know what to do next... yet he let dominant hand to instinctively reach out and took hold on one of the index fingers of their god... which curled slightly to the warmth of their touch. Narinder's eyes darted to the god's hand... then back to their god's eyes... and couldn't help but muster a smile at them as to give his words of reassurance to his pained god... a thought and act that was almost too much a dream to them as tears started to stream down from their eyes again. "Lamb... it's alright... I am here... even after all those years..."
The Lamb God's expression soon read surprise... then reading tearful joy, their great head lowering a bit as they closed their eyes, silently giving thanks to their closest follower and friend for being with them for all those years. The tear from their closed eyes soon fell from their face and landed on the ground, glowing brightly for a moment before a small white-gold flower slowly grew in its place, attracting nearby fireflies to slowly surround it and the two as they focused each other's embrace to heart. Narinder too closed his eyes, letting his tears wash his face as his arms now wrapped tightly around his god's index finger, hugging as much as he could with trembling strength, being as close as he could to properly hug his lost friend. The two have not moved from their places as the first rays of dawn started to crest over the forest... signaling a new day to be alive again.
End of part 3... and story
Thanks for reading this fic in this few week journey!
(Maybe I should do a epilogue bonus... something something, balance sadness and what not)
A COTL AU fanfic writing for @gorjee-art COTL AU
(All properties, AUs, concepts, imagery, etc. go their respective owners.)
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A COTL AU fanfic writing for @gorjee-art COTL AU
(All properties, AUs, concepts, imagery, etc. go their respective owners.)
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