Do you want to hear about my cult of the lamb oc? Of course you do here you go !!
Warning for uhhhh, talk of gore and cannibalism and also violence? Also LOVE. CRINGE.
Me and a few friends(Werestorm, Somber, Dragonfang, and another friend but i dont think they have a tumblr) made a cotl au where our skrunklies were each killed by their bishop, and tasked by narinder to hunt them down for revenge.
Bastiel(They/Them), my goober, was Shamuras follower!! I haven't worked on their story in awhile, but i have a bunch of ideas and a vague idea of how it'll go.
Basically, babythey was a super loyal follower of Shamura. The purple crown(lovingly deemed Purple because both Shamura and bastiel are so original), when Shamura first saw Bastiel, basically harassed Shamura until they finally figured out who Bastiel was, and begrudgingly also got attached.
At some point, Shamura started teaching Bastiel how to do various things. Sure, bastiel wasn't a disciple, but the crown certainly liked them, so they figured hey. They must be trustworthy. Useful. They started teaching them how to fight, how to kill. How to be so silent you make no sound at all. They were the bishop of war after all.
But there were also the smaller things. Like, they taught Bastiel how to sew. The various techniques to work fabric and yarn, crocheting, knitting, all that. Mostly under the excuse of not wanting them to be so useless, they couldn't make their own clothes. Mostly, though, it was because both the crown and Shamura genuinely enjoyed their company.
Bastiels pov was quite similar. Both enjoying their company, and so incredibly honored to be taught and trained by their great Deity. They believed every word Shamura said, not even thinking for a moment that there could be a lie in their teachings. And, eventually, they grew to love the great being they called their Deity.
After awhile, they grew to trust eachother, though Shamuras trust was not nearly as big as Bastiel, who would give their life if Shamura even hinted that they wanted them to do so. Bastiel hadn't been there long enough to rise to disciplehood, but Shamura was considering doing it early. Sure, they trusted their disciples more than Bastiel for the moment, though it was a different kind of trust. They trusted their disciples to keep the cult in order, to stay loyal and keep everyone in line. They trusted Bastiel...well. they didn't quite know what kind of trust they held in Bastiel. They trusted them to do whatever they said, to do their dirty work. To heed their every word, as if they didn't, they would die. And they did.
Bastiel killed whoever Shamura ordered. Dissenters, mostly. The occasional spy. Though, sometimes they were ordered to kill a few followers who were a little too close to becoming dissenters, though not there yet.
So imagine Shamura's surprise when they found Bastiel attempting to murder one of their most loyal disciples. When they arrived, the two quickly separated, the disciple stammering to explain. Though, they allowed Bastiel to explain first. Bastiel explained that they had been woken by the disciple attempting to desecrate one of the Shamura statues, the largest one. Once they had realized what was happening, they had attacked.
The disciple argued the opposite. She claimed that she had spotted Bastiel trying to destroy the statue, and upon being caught, they had attacked her.
While the crown that sat atop Shamura's head sided with Bastiel, Shamura had to choose whether to believe their most loyal follower, Feon, or the one they had hoped would that said followers place.
They chose to believe the disciple. They told her to punish Bastiel however she saw fit, and then left. Bastiel was placed in the pillory until morning, when they recieved their actual punishment.
Bastiel was, of course, telling the truth.
Have you ever been cannibalized? One might argue that, if one is already dead, then in desperate times, it can be a last resort food. This was not that scenario.
Tied up in the middle of the circle of followers, Feon began to perform a ritual. A ritual, where one follower is sacrificed. Doomed to be eaten alive by the ones they had once called brothers and sisters. That, was Bastiels fate. Conscious for every second, as teeth and claws ripped their flesh from their body. A bear follower ended up tearing a hole in their chest, exposing their ribcage as it feasted. Eventually, Bastiel finally died.
Only to come before Narinder. The One Who Waits. He offered to bring them back to life if, in exchange, they got their revenge against Shamura, and built up a following in his name. Bastiel, who had believed that Shamura in all her great wisdom would save them, was...skeptical. Though, they suppose it wasn't a test of faith if they died in the end. They didn't trust Narinder at all. However, they didn't have much choice. So, they agreed.
They were brought back to life where they died. They didn't pause for anything, escaping the cult grounds as quickly as possible. They grew a small following as time went on, one they ruled with an iron fist. Dissenters were killed before they spoke a single word. Spies were sacrificed. Hell, not even the elderly were spared. Especially, not the elderly. It was...annoying, to come back from a crusade, only to find some old bastard had died, and their following lost faith in them. So, they resolved to kill them before they could die of old age. It worked quite well, really.
Meanwhile, the Purple crown refused to cooperate. Ever since Shamura doomed Bastiel to death, it refused to work half the time, mourning the loss of their favorite follower. Until word got around that there was someone going around in Shamuras domain, killing and killing, making their way towards Shamura's temple ruthlessly, bloodlust radiating off of them like heat does off of the sun.
Much to Shamura's despair, and the Crowns delight, it was quickly discovered it was Bastiel. They wielded no crown, only a sharp dagger. Though, they replaced it any time they found something better.
They carved through Shamura's following like a hot knife does snow. Honestly, in some fucked up way, Shamura was proud.
Unfortunately, Bastiel still needed to die.
I leave this here, maybe I'll continue later. But jesus fuck this is already long enough. See, this is what happens when you accidentally fall in love with your own character. Smh.
