NariLamb

Preview, Before the Cat and the Lamb

1 It was as the bishops took his head off, he felt it; a sharp twist, a snap, a crack. After, he felt a large hot spot, sticky and sickly, as blood welled out, dropping with a plip, plip, plip; The Lamb blinks, last of his kind... and he falls down... a soft, strange feeling. His eyes shut- for forever? It is just when he thinks that, that he opens his eyes, and when he does, he sees a large felid form. Is it a cat that greets him at death? Really? A fucking cat? The cat opens its mouth, three eyes, a strange shawl over its head, sharp teeth, chains on it, and a deep, deep white robe with bloodstains down the middle. "Come closer. Fear not, for though you are already dead, I still have need of you. Those foolish Bishops thought they could keep you from me in death. But instead they sent you straight to me. I will give you LIFE again, but at a PRICE! All I ask is for you to start a Cult in my name. Do we have a deal?" The Lamb blinks; is this the bloody fucking god of death? This fucker. This fucking cat. He sighs, and nods, worried. "Yes; I shall be your vessel." ||| 2 The lamb floated back down,falling from this land of death, so soft and cloudy, to this deeprooted forest, full of soil, so wet, so moist, full of flowers, large pines, towering over, where the tips of them meet the sun, and huge rocks, with markings; was this once an old cult? Fucking strange... so strange- the soil tilled and turned, rumbling, and the lamb produced a black sword with a red eye. Since when did he have this fucking blade? A burst of soil boomed around, covering up everything, the Lamb's heart beating, until he saw an old rat with a stone crown, and his own sword turned into a crown and floated on his head. The rat blinked, clutching his cane, as the Lamb blinked. "Who... who the fuck... are... you???..." ||| 3 "Fear not, Lamb! am Ratau, once a chosen vessel like you, but such days have long since passed. I am sent to guide you! We are deep in the lands of the Old Faith and in grave danger. My instructions are to lead you to safety. Continue through the woods. Escape lies ahead. I will be close by." The lamb nodded. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS HAPPENING TODAY!? HE DIES, A FUCKING CAT IS THE GOD OF DEATH, HE UNDIES, THERE'S THIS CROWN THIS SWORD THIS RAT THIS CULT! HE sighed. "Hello, I am the Lamb..." "Follow, Lamb." Replied this rat; and this fucker just dug down? The lamb ran forth where he saw the dig marks, and saw a chamber of sorts, running into it; cultists with blades popped out, and the Lamb brought out his magic sword, painting the cult open with their blood; these bitches, cultists of those fucking bishops. He'd already been cut open; he'd slit the bishops' throats and call it even. ||| When he ran back, the rat dug out, and said something about a poor soul. "What do you mean?" asked the Lamb. And just as the Lamb said that, this rat summoned a cultist to here? Fuck's sake. The Lamb sighed. "Hello, little one. What might your name be?" And with that, a cyan deer with several scars, named Jhane, became the first member of the Cult of The Lamb. ||| Chapter 1, The End. [I'll put the gay stuff later.]This is the game, CoTL