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Twin Deaths (cotl au comic)
“Come on, I have my knives, you have your magic and we both have claws. We have weapons and we have a will! All we need is a goal!” Ba’al said putting a hand on their waist. Their brothers face was flat in a way that made Ba’al a little more desperate to convince him. They thought for a while before a sly smile found their way on their face. Slowly, with drawn out words they said, “And since we’re very much alive, why not travel? Or-”
“Travel?”
Ba’al immediately straightened their posture upon seeing his brother's ears twitch and his eyes light up at the notion. “Yes, that’s what I said.” They hummed, swaying lightly.
Aym spoke slowly with hesitation in his voice. “We..could travel. And if we travel..” Aym looked over at Ba’al to see the sweet smile they bore but Aym could see the smugness in their eyes. “We could find Mom. And if we find Mom we could…hang out. I would like that.” Ba’al’s smile softened and turned into something more genuine. “We could. She’d be so happy to see us- I’m sure she’d make us some of her homemade cookies. You loved those.”
The Sun twin breathed out a chuckle and rocked on their heels. Aym had nodded, fiddling with his cloak ends as he looked away from Ba’als gaze. The thought of a Aym as a little kitten devouring their mothers cookies brought a smile to both twins' faces. “So..?” Aym looked back over to his brother. The hanging word in the air did little to warn Aym of what Ba’al was trying to say. “Are we going?” Oh. The moon twin felt his face flush and mumbled something to his himself. Quickly and with practiced handwork, Aym straighted himself, flapping out his cloak and taking a stronger stance.
“Yes we shall go.” Ba’al mentally leaped up in the air and bounced on their feet. Grabbing their brothers hand they far too quickly rushed over to the trees and unfortunately caused the duo to trip. “Ba’al wait we- oaf!” Aym groaned at their siblings reckless behavior and looked over to see if they were alright. Thankfully they had sustained no injuries nor did they look any less excited (unfortunately). “What did you even trip over?” The question sounded more accusatory then what it meant but Ba’al very happily grabbed a bush off the ground and put it in his lap, ignoring Aym altogether.
“You haven’t met my new friend yet have you?” Ba’al asked, patting the bunch of leaves like it was some sort of pet. It took Aym several minutes to respond. “Have..Did you lose your head in that fall? We havent even been alive for an hour and youre already going off the rock-”
•Pop•
A chaser worm.
There was a chaser worm in Ba’als lap. It stared at Aym while slowly finding a comfortable spot in Ba’als lap. The bushy earthworm started to chitter and shiver from what Aym presumed to be joy. Blinking from his shock Aym kicked the worm harshly, knocking it away and he pounced only to be pushed down. He wiggled and writhed to look up at his brother with a baffled expression. “What are you doing?! That thing needs to be killed-It is a child of Leshy!”
“It’s okay! Look at him!” Ba’al got up off of Aym and rushed over to the trembling worm. The cat looked over the worm before shoving it in Aym’s face. “This is the friend I was telling you about!” They beamed as brightly as the sun. Aym looked at his twin, stunned even. A looks of disgust came upon Aym as he glared at his brother a little. “I- What the fuck.”
“What? He’s cute.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Whatever. We need to talk anyway.”
“About him? He does need a name. What about. Bushy? Wood? Seafoam-”
“No. Something of great importance.... seafoams cute though. Name him Widdle or something.” Aym rolled his eyes when Ba’als retort came along (somethin about how that thing was of great importance) but smiled at Ba’al regaining his joyful behavior. “Look. We need to focus-”
“What about Bumble?”
“Bumble? It is no bee. It is a bushy earthworm. A name of simplicity that reminds one of the forest would be better for it. Something like Sage. Or Briar.”
“Or Shrubby. Simple and woodland, just like you said.” The audacity one must have. For Ba’al to say such a thing- surely they’d know of the shake Aym felt in his core. Such a basic name- like a child! Sure it hit the qualifications he had set but Shrubby? Instead of calling out their siblings' lack of creativity he instead huffed and changed the topic.
“We will travel but there are more important things we need to do. Such as you promise that you will travel with me to all the lands.” He looked pointedly at his twin to make sure the older was paying attention. He was if his ears being pointed towards him meant anything. “And we need to find Him first.”
Ba’al reacted in the usual way they did whenever He was brought up into a topic. They froze for a second, tail twitched and eyes narrowed. But they did not speak a word. No, instead, he stayed looking at the worm in his arms but his tail was still and his ears were slanted somewhat. In fact Ba’al didn't gie Aym any other indication that they were listenitng other then the tells. His attention was seemingly on that filthy little worm that dozed off in his arms. Aym waited with growing impatience, his twins words.
Ba’al turned locking eyes with Aym. “To find him, we need to find others. Neither of us know where we are exactly or where to look, so, find the person we know who can help us.”
(Transcript:
"Whoa hey. What's wrong?" Baal asks his brother. Softly, the younger twin mumbles on his brother's shoulder. "It's okay. Everything is okay now. I'm right here." Baal rubbed their brothers back, holding him gently as if he'd fall apart and Aym held them back with the tightness of a man who saw his loved one disappear in front of his eyes.
"I-I saw you die. The-That Lamb slit your throat." Ba'al's memory of the events were slim, blurry little things. They don't remember much but they remember the Lamb. He members their staff breaking from the force and- "It's okay."
Pulling himself off of Ba'al, Aym roughly wiped away his tears. "Did you get another cut on your eye?" His sibling asked softly and with a poisonous hiss in his words, Aym responded with, "From that damned Lamb. The fucker cut it."
"Can you see out of it?"
Aym froze, the thought never crossing his mind. He blinked a couple times but shook his head in dismay. "No."
"That's okay. I'll be your eye from now on." Aym looked up at Ba'al, finally finished rubbing his eye. He smiled and was about to thank him when the cat noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Wooden sticks with markings on them splintered and shattered on the ground. Metal pieces broken off or cracked. A once divine weapon was now broken and nothing more than normal wood.
"Ah! Our staff!" Aym shouted. "That is not ideal.." Ba'al said, walking up next to his brother.`
"It isn't. What will we do now?"
"We move on."
"Brother we are basically defenseless."
With that Ba'al chuckled. "We aren't defenseless. We have plenty!" He spoke loudly, his arms raising and falling to meet his point. Aym looked at him with annoyance and confusion. As he crossed his arms he asked his brother, "What are you on about?"
"I have my knives, yes? You have your magic still, correct? We'll be fine." Ba'al looked back at his brother a mischievous and cocky lint in his eyes accompanied by a smirk.)
COTL AU: Page 3
[Transcript: "Right."
"Mmng..huh? Uh, hi there."
*bush worm noises*
"Well then. I suppose you're okay. Tell me then, friend, where exactly am I? This place...it smells so strongly of death and even I know darkwood is thriing of life. But the trees..."
"Nngh...brother? My eye.."
"Aymi, how are you feeling?"
".....Terrible."
"It's alright. Things will be better." ]
Hold Thy Anger Close AU: Page 2
Comic Update
Sorry this is taking so long, I've been trying to balance school and doing this comic digitally. I promise as soon as I finish, I'll post the next page
Comic Update
Hello! Just an update for the comic. Im gonna be changing the title to something more fitting since its not gonna be the cult that's the main focus. The twins will be the main characters for part 1 of the comic. The new title is going to be 'Hold Thy Anger Close'
COTL AU: Cult Of The Wrathful
Page 1
| Oh, Great Lamb. Praise Be To You. God Anew...Shal Your Kingdom Rise Above.|
| For All Shal Hear Your Gospel.|
| But Beware, Lamb, For Some Arnt Content To Stay Dead.|
| And Crowns Hold Grudges. |
| CULT OF THE WRATHFUL|
A comic made by milksakex!
New Narinder Headcanons
So I played around in the Relics DLC and I gotta say, wow. So anyway, have some headcanons while I work on the damned comic.
_ NARINDER_
Goes by He/They/It
He’s a bi-disaster
Uses his tail to stim
Before everything, he, Lashy and Shamura were close.
His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it.
He was kinda an asshole
One day though, he got tired of the same old things happening and wanted to try something new, something controversial
So he made the Resurrection Ritual and that set everything in motion
His siblings feared this and they couldn’t understand why he was so a okay with it
It caused them to shun him and make him do things he didnt want to do without realizing
Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hells
Narinders attacks towards his family were calculated and directed to what they loved most
He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his followers voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to give his siblings so it’s best to take his eyes
Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger.
It didn’t help that the chains holding him were so tight and filled with divine energy it burned the flesh off his arms
His first day in imprisonment he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the red crowns faith.
When that didn’t work he forced his siblings undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years.
And when that didn’t work he sat and cried.
About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his siblings followers
When it hit 400 years, he met his first host and gave them the crown to create a cult in his name and kill the Four Bishops
This failed many times with the vessels either being too weak, lazy or overcoming with power and thinking themselves a god.
When it hit 800 years,he finally calmed down enough to actually make a proper plan.
He didn't even know about Foranus
When the twins popped up in his domain, he was quite startled. Despite him being death itself he was never pleased when young children died.
Out of pity he took the twins under his wing, teaching them various spells, curses and helping them perfect their physical abilities. He bent and shaped them to his will. He didn't want to make them mirrors of himself, but he didn't want them to have to much individuality.
Though with them keeping him busy, it did lessen his anger. Only a little.
He put them through unspeakable pain in his name. He made them fight each other and harm innocents till he thought them worthy of veils. He gifted them both with the power of Nine Lives.
He doesn't regret it.
Children or not, pain is necessary for gain.
After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done.
He misses his siblings and wishes they were still around.
He knows he has to tell Foranus what’s happened to her kits eventually.
He doesn't the twins that much. He’s annoyed with them, disappointed even.
How dare they call themselves attendants of Death and be beaten by a 3-foot-tall lamb?
He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. He refuses to get help.
The Lamb helps anyway.
When the Lamb brought the twins back he promptly told them to never speak with him and go explore or something.
His relic is Narinders Arms, he doesn’t know where it is
Does eventually end up in a relationship with the Lamb. A healthy one.
Is called: Lord Narinder, The Old Death, and The Lambs Pet by cult members. But is called Darling and Love by the Lamb
- Cult Of The Lamb WIP Comic -
▼ Before Us Stands The Last Of Its Kind. All Others Have Been Hunted And Put Down By The Blade.
● Finally, With This Last Sacrifice, The PROPHECY, Will Be Impossible To Complete.
⬥ That HERETIC That Lies Below, Bound In Chains, Will Be Condemned To Eternal Isolation.
☽ And Then, And Only Then, Shall The Old Faith Be Preserved.
+ w-wait...
+ NO!
𓁹 Awaken, Little Lamb
More Cult Of The Lab HeadCannons!
_ NARINDER_
Goes by He/They/It
He’s a bi-disaster, canonically
Before everything, he, Shamura, and Leshy were close. He was playful and patient and kind and liked to bother Heket a lot.
His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it.
One day though, Shamura got the prophecy, and that set Narinders anger in motion, destroying his love for his siblings
Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hell
Narinder's attacks on his family were calculated and directed at what they loved most
He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his follower's voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to make art with so it’s best to take his eyes
Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger, and made him even more manipulative and sadistic.
On his first day in imprisonment, he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the Red Crowns faith.
When that didn’t work he forced his sibling's undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years.
And when that didn’t work he sat and cried.
About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his sibling's followers
400 years in, he met Ratuu and Forunas. He loved Fornaus like no other and wanted to give her a wonderful gift. The gift being her sons.
When Forunas gave birth he gave her a blessing to live forever healthy so she could see them again and took the twins after 6 years. While he cursed Ratuu with immortality to rot slowly for failing him and his sons.
Clingy
He loved and cared for his boys and took them under his wing, teaching them various spells, and curses and helped them perfect their physical abilities. He helped them channel their inner divine power and blood. But just like with his siblings, his anger from being trapped and them dying clouded his mind and slowly eclipsed his love for them. It turned to something warm and soft, but bitter and thin as time went on. It caused him to put them through inexcusable pain in the name of their survival.
After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done and wishes he could take it all back.
He never told Foranus what happened to her kits and he has yet to confront her.
He does miss her company and still loves her. His fear of her hating him stops him from saying anything though.
Aym was always his favorite.
Every time he thinks about Baal or sees him, it causes a shock of pain in him. How did he not see his oldest hating him so much…?
He wants to reconcile with the boys.
He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. The Lamb usually helps him.
- BAAL AND NARINDER -
• milksakex •
It was a windy night. The dark sky stretched on in an endless black. Its silver and gold stars flickered in and out, signaling the end of their short life. A tall black cat sat, perched on the top of a church, looking down at the cult. He had red camellia flowers on both sides of his head and a white cloak with a black heart pendant on the side of his neck.
Underneath was a black shawl with beads at the end. He had a long tail that faded into red and his paws were the same. On top of his head was the skull of some ancient creature, not much bigger than him. The cat had piercing red eyes with black slits that caught every moving thing. This cat was named Baal.
Baal scanned the cult, with watchful eyes, taking in the beauty. There were plenty of houses lining the right side of the cult with a large garden and barn in the back. On the left side was a medical area with red camellias growing all around it. Beside the garden were six boxes, two bigger than the others were holding seeds, and the other four held manure.
There was a giant ivory-colored path going four ways in an X shape with a circle in the middle. It was made of bricks are sparkled in the night. In that circle stood a giant statue of a ram. It was decorated with gold blocks, wind chimes, bells, flowers, and paper slips containing prayers. Around the statue were four smaller statues mimicking the bigger one. In between, there were cushions for all to sit on. And there were a lot.
At the end of each path though, lay one small pedestal each with different colored crowns on them. these were also decorated. The first, closest to the entrance of the cult was purple and dressed in spider silk, the next was beside the church and was yellow. Mushrooms were growing from that one. The next one beside the houses and garden was blue and had fish carings on it, and the last one next to the medical area was green, dawned in vines and flowers.
The trees around the cult were also decorated, in a similar fashion to the ram statue. Baal sighed, grabbing the skull on his head before his eyes snapped onto a shadow. His eyes perked at the familiar noise of someone creeping about. His eyes squinted at the cult much more closely.
Everyone was supposed to be inside their houses, fast asleep. He had checked the bushes, roofs, and inside the church. Plus the lamb was out... Apparently, Baal was wrong. With a burst, a short, dark gray, clumsy-looking, no-tailed cat, jumped out of a bush. It was busy trying to catch spiders around the cult. It wore the usual clothing but with more flair. A tight red shirt with white markings, fitted red shorts, and a white jacket with a red stripe in the middle on both the back and front.
It had shackles on his arms and neck that were decorated with gold lines, dots, and colors of red flowers. Taking a closer look, Baal could see colored eyes on the shackles as well. They were purple, yellow, green, and blue. Ironic. The cat had two big red eyes with a hole in its forehead.
It would trip over pieces of stone, his feet, and even air, leading it to land roughly on his face. Baal couldn't help but choke down a chuckle at its pitiful attempt at hunting. He may have not gotten much training at a young age, but even he could’ve done better than that. The cat got up and dusted off its clothes, before picking up the net it was using. It scanned the patchy land before spotting the spider again. This time it was cleaning its mandibles nearby, completely unaware.
The cat trotted over quietly and hid in the nearby grass. Unfortunately, like an untrained kitten, it moved too quickly and stepped on a twig. The spider quickly turned around, noticing the cat. For a second, it was quiet before all hell broke loose. The spider scurried over the cult with the cat in tow. It dodged and weaved the swinging net, before sliding over to a manure box and running between the cat's legs. The cat, however as ungraceful as it is, stumbled and fell into it.
“FUCK!” It shouted before landing and digging its face out of the box. There was a large lump of brown on its head and face that slipped off and landed on the ground. It held its arms in an arched position and slowly turned around, wiping the poop out of its eyes and mouth.
To think this was the man that taught him how to better coordinate his feet when fighting, made Baal shout in laughter. His quick chuckles broke the night's silence. Quickly, he covered his mouth but that did little to muffle his laughter. When Baal finished, he noticed the smaller cat glaring up at him. Its red eyes burning.
Baal hopped down and walked over to the cat, catching the stench of the manure covering its face. Some of it was already dried on. Baal wrinkled his nose as much as he could. “You seem to be having a lot of trouble, Narinder.” Baal couldn't help but hiss out the name with disgust. After all, he was his- No. No. Not anymore. He doesn't have to call him that anymore. Narinder scoffed, glaring harder at the taller one. “Watch it, child.” It hissed back. Its ears were pointed back and its fur was lifted. “You know nothing of the pain, I deal with.” Baal smirked. “I do, you put me through it after all. Plus, I just wondering if you needed help. Maybe I could help you hunt. Properly.” At the last sentence, Baal smiled, keeping a playful demeanor.
Narinder grumbled a bit and hissed, before going silent. His fur looked like it wanted to get away from him with how high it was. “No. I don’t need your help. You betrayed me. Both of you. I don’t need help from a traitor.” Baal glared back at his old master, mulling over his words carefully, all with a smile. He knew they his m- Narinder looked like he was ready to pounce, but Baal couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. He wondered how light Narinder was now.
Flicking his eyes back to the smaller, Baal took a deep breath, slightly bowed his head, and patted down his fur. “My apologies. I’d rather not bother a wondrous god like you with my presence in catching spiders. You very clearly have it under control.” He looked down at the smaller cat with a smug look in his eye. Just as it was about to screech his ear off, Baal- with a swift flick of his wrist, teleported away.
• End •
Cult of the Lamb Inktober 2023
Day 3: 🕸️🪡Silk🪡🕸️
Prompts Created by @IMakeStuff1987
Some concepts for Chili (also a cool rant) >:)
Because Shamura has multiple eyes, I’d like to think that Chili would sprout multiple eyes as well to reflect that
I inspired Chili’s second design from fireflies! unlike the OG Lamb’s form being much more closer to being angelic with their wings, I wanted to go for a more bug-like design for Chili. I wanted to hone in the symbolism that from his experiences up to the point where he becomes that form, Chili has become a beacon of hope for himself and those that followed him.
I also chose the firefly as a symbol for Chili because of a not so fun fact I found online. Did you know that some spiders would capture fireflies in their web and force them to shine their light to lure other fireflies? I didn’t either, but that sounds like CRAZY symbolism for Shamura and Chili’s relationship 😈
An infamous rumor in Salvi-Cultiv…
(The character in the last panel belongs to @merecult >:) )
Before his time as a vessel, Chili would often recount stories he’s heard from travelers. Legends of old gods that once ruled the land, heroes that slayed hideous beasts, wars that lasted for centuries.
Chili would often wonder if his life could be like the stories he heard. Where he does something so great, word about “The Almighty Lamb” would reach even the outskirts of the Old Faith.
Back then, his greatest wish was to have an audience to tell those tales.
Okay okay so a little bit about Salvation of Bloodshed + a reference for Chili >:)
Salvation of Bloodshed (or SoB for short) is an AU where Shamura is imprisoned instead of Narinder. Before Shamura was locked up by the other Bishops, they warned the other gods of a prophecy: that a lamb would set them free and start a reign of terror across the lands…
And that’s where Chili comes in!
Despite being a vessel for the God of War, Chili dislikes the idea of mercilessly killing others. He would rather tend to his cult Salvi-Cultiv than to be the one to follow through the prophecy.
However, Shamura has other plans for him…
CONTENT WARNING: BLOOD AND SLIGHT FLASHING LIGHTS
EPILEPSY WARNING
AAAAA FINALLY AFTER 3 MONTHS OF WORKING ON THIS. ITS FINALLY FINISHED.
this pertains to lore of me and @rejectedsoul311 's The Cursed Idol AU for cotl but can also be a stand alone since i think it can be kind of universal :3c
The original song is Miss Miseryguts by RIProducer and you will go listen to it its an awesome song- its on youtube and on spotify from what i know
Drew some cotl ships for a thingy on my tiktok, probs will draw more later on
Back again with another CotlxEpic animatic! although not as good as the last one, but eh this one was made on a whim on Halloween night ^^
kinda forgot about it and recently picked it back up to 'finish' it bc I didn't like having another wip forgotten-
Anyway, this is the beginning of my cotl au called Crown Collision! Right after fighting the one who waits, lamb decides on what his fate will be...
VERY late to the bunny suit trend, but here's the twist I made for my lamb!! It's a lil baby!! In a lil onesie!!
I think they look great in it.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62838106/chapters/160888837#main
World is ash, all is gone and so is death. Awoken in a tomb Lambert will have to figure out what happened, why the world is broken and somehow mend its many wounds all the while trying to figure out who she is, to perhaps find her better half and figure out why was she awoken in her coffin. Echos of the age past and the screams of the future shall keep her going until it is all revealed whether she wants it or not.
So folk, been a while eh? Been working on this new series kind of loosely based on Dark souls. Been Playing it (a little too much) for a while and decided to bring the '''Magic''' of the series to Cotl. I hope you all enjoy it, this will be a little bit shorter I think than my other series so yeah
Oh and might post more about it later, maybe a introduction of a sort. Maybe.
Let's talk about one important topic I remembered only recently.
The Red Mist.
This was (and technically still is) my apocalypse AU for Cult of the Lamb (aka MLP virus AUs from tiktok). A couple of years ago I posted the first chapter of it on Ao3, determined to finish this fanfic of mine.
Well, it'll probably stay unfinished.
Once I realised this was too similar to one game (Dying light, if being precise), I couldn't look at this work. Besides, I already had a similar original universe of mine own and I don't want to make a copy of my work just for the sake of making fanfiction.
It is not the end of Red Mist. One day I will return to this AU and will make a whole reboot of this universe, but as of now I have no desire or strength to manage this
Meet my first actual CoTL oc!!
His name is Enoki. He was indoctrinated by the Lamb from my AU and became her first ever follower. Since then he became one of the immortal (thanks to Lamb and his own priest status) characters in the cult (there are several followers who are immortal including Narinder in the past-game events).
Before being indoctrinated by Lamb Enoki lost his left arm in a battle. Soon after getting used to her power, Lamb created another one for him with a special ritual.
If you have questions about him, feel free to ask me!
Ah, yes, my favorite tropes:
@aychama Enemies to lovers mixed with fantasy medieval AU >:>
@doughyfluffs A functional and lovely couple building a family together ♡
I love all the different Narilamb's declinations ^^