#tw sacrifice
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Putting this here so you dont forget :3
Lamb headbutting a follower cuz they gave narinder flowers ? 👀
As much as I love jealous Narinder, Ive been thinking about jealous Lamb so much these days 😫
I couldn't figure out how to draw a headbutt so i give you impromptu sacrifice instead that definitely didn't happen because lamb is jealous what do you mean
(requests for silly little stinky notes are open!)
#stinky notes#tw sacrifice#cult of the lamb#moss answers#cotl#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#doodle#cotl fanart#cotl art#cotl narilamb
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Ivory wraith.
When he was alive you were his soul mate you were going to face the world together. To come of age together and become one. You told him how much you loved him every day as you two sat on the bench outside the temple. The trees brushed past you both you loved each other more than anything and the world knew it. Every day was a pleasant one with you around. Life was perfect and fresh and new.
Even when he lay on the altar at the base of the mountain he could hear your sweet voice. Screaming and crying but to him, it sounded like soft music.
Soft music that is just a memory. As he waits in the lake. Sometimes he tries to hum the tune. But it's irregular, wounded, the music you cried out that day can never be replicated. The paradise he was promised if he just sat still and ignored your cries. The preachers said that where you were going there would be a million versions of his love all echos of you. But he's at the lake still.
He hears your song one day. Crying. Screaming. Upset beyond compare. He hears you no matter how far you are. And the next full moon he doesn't hesitate to reach you. He drags you back. To keep you forever. Every day is pleasant with you...
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Yandere Cult
Word Count: 6,064
Fair warning, this will contain themes like sacrifices and common dark topics typically expected in 'cult' media. Viewer discretion is advised.
The glow of the moon shone across the endless field of green surrounded by trees as grand as the popularity of a boyband.
The scenery was as beautiful as it was fleeting for not even a second later, it was disrupted by the sight of dull bricks blocking your vision completely.
An exasperated exhale passed your lips before the sound of a sharp inhale left them not a moment after. The scenery was back - and with it.. came the calm sense of serenity that passed over your form, letting you bask in the pleasant feeling.
"Y/N."
Your glossed-over eyes grew clear as your head turned sharply to the right, twinkling gaze meeting with a pair of cerulean eyes that sparkled with amusement.
"Stop looking out the window like some anime protagonist." The remark that left the soft lips of your handsome friend was followed by several chuckles, all of which caused your own lips to twitch up in fondness.
"Leave her alone, Lyle, she can't help her natural protagonist tendencies." Another voice, more feminine than the first, piped up.
You rolled your eyes, unable to hide the smile slowly forming on your face. "Oh shush, you two. I'm sure the rest of us don't want to hear your annoying voices for the rest of this trip."
"Ouch, I'm hurt." The short, brown locks of Lyle swished as his head jerked back in faux despair.
"How could this happen to me-?"
"One more word out of you, Dawn, and I swear to everything alive, I will bash your head in." Another friend of yours, Hannah, scoffed.
Your banter was put to a halt when the vehicle you were currently seated in stopped.
"Shit shit shit SHIT SHIT!" Judging by the way Donel, your driver, started cussing, this was nothing good.
"What? What happened?" In your concern, you stood up slightly, placing a hand on the seat before you, with crinkled brows trained on your dark-skinned best friend.
"We're out of petrol."
"You're kidding." Your blue-eyed friend dropped his smile in lieu of donning a frown.
"I wish I fucking was." Huffed Donel.
"No no no!" Your gaze shifted over to Dawn. "We were meant to be in the hotel by now! What the fuck?!"
"Maybe if Donel wasn't so shit at driving, we would." Once again, your gaze flew across the caravan, landing on one of your two female friends.
"Watch it, Hannah." You could sense the annoyance dripping off Donel without even so much as glancing in his direction.
"Guys, it's fine, we should just look for some service station nearby. I'm sure they'll have petrol." You reassured them.
"Y/N's right, we could even rest the night there too." Poe, the last person in your little group of six to speak, backed you up.
"What?! You must be joking if you think we should go out into the woods to look for a service station!" Lyle's gaze shot to the boy beside you, pupils shrunken in alarm. "That's literally the premise of every teen horror movie in the world!"
"Don't mind Poe, he agrees with literally everything that comes out of Y/N's mouth anytime he opens his own." Ever the one to point out other's flaws, Hannah spoke up.
"Oi!" Your gaze narrowed. "Don't bring me into this!"
"What? It's true."
You scoffed, folding your arms over each other and huffing in irritation.
As much as you wanted to deny it, you knew what she was saying was true. Poe had this weird fixation on you since he first came to your school, he only just joined your friend group recently but even before he did, you noticed how his eyes would linger on you from across the classroom.
It was probably some silly little crush he had but, oh boy, did your friends love to tease you about it.
"See that? She can't deny it." The smirk now etching onto Lyle's face made you desire to slap him until he fell unconscious.
"Leave her alone." Donel rolled his eyes as Dawn chuckled along with Lyle and Hannah. "Finding a service station is probably our best bet right now."
"Nuh uh, I am not going out into the forest." The auburn locks belonging to the clown of the group swished from side to side violently.
"Stop being a pussy, Lyle." It was your turn to tease your friend with a smirk stretched on your lips.
"I'm not! I'm just trying not to die!"
"Relax, we can just follow the road on foot and use a SatNav on our phone to find a service station, we won't even need to enter the forest."
You then chose to tune out anything else said by your friends - opting to, instead, get up from your seat and start making your way to the doors of the caravan.
Protests fell deaf to your ears as your hand made its way to the handle of the door, pushing down and swinging the door open, allowing a cool rush of air to hit you square in the face.
"Okay, I guess we're doing this." Dawn was quick to accept the current situation.
Hannah, however? Not so much. "Shouldn't someone stay behind to keep the caravan safe?"
"Shut your whiny arse up, no one is around for miles, it'll be fine." Scoffed Donel, who was the third person out of the van after yourself and Poe.
"Hey! Wait! Don't just leave us in here!" Shrieked Lyle.
Soon, everyone left the vehicle - granted, there were a few grumbles here and there but at least everyone came along.
"This is such a dumb idea."
"You think every idea is a dumb idea, Hannah."
"Yeah, well, it isn't my fault everything is dumb, Lyle."
"Including you?"
"You little-!"
You ignored the bickering going on behind you. Hannah bickered with anything that breathed, unfortunately for Lyle, that's something he did often.
Your fingers were tightly laced around your phone, a glow emitting from the back of it, illuminating the path before you. The breaths that left your mouth materialised in front of you, the winter breeze sending shivers down your spine.
A beat passed before your ears perked up at the sound of rustling in the nearby bushes.
"AHHH! IT'S A KILLER AND WE'RE ALL DEAD!" Lyle rushed behind you, latching onto your shoulders and pulling you close to his body as he effectively used you as a meat shield.
"Gah!"
"Hey! Let go of Y/N!" The glare Poe gave him from beside you was downright chilling.
Thankfully, the continued rustling of the bush paused any bickering that would have taken place had it stayed silent.
It grew more violent, causing your whole group to tense up - with Donel taking up a familiar defensive stance he often did when someone picked a fight with him.
Your shoulders ached but the pain was easy to ignore with the amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Maybe you should've stayed in the van, service stations could-.
"A squirrel." Hannah deadpanned. "You were all afraid of a squirrel."
"Oh shut up." Dawn rolled her eyes. "I saw you get tense too."
"That..!"
"Can you get off now, Lyle?" You looked over your shoulder with narrowed eyes.
"Right." He flung himself off you, clearing his throat in embarrassment.
As soon as his hands left your frame, you rolled your shoulders - trying to rid yourself of the pain that came with his deathly grip.
"Allow me." A new pair of arms then found themselves on your shoulders.
"Ah! Wha-?! Poe!" Your eyes widened. "Don't-! Oh... that feels nice."
You found yourself naturally leaning into the hands belonging to your most pale friend as he massaged the aching feeling away.
A small smile materialised onto your face, showing your content clearly to anyone who could see.
"Lucky! I wanna have my shoulders rubbed like that! You literally have a minion at your beck and call, Y/N!" Dawn whined upon witnessing your fortune.
"Yeah, she also has a dude staring at her every time she's anywhere near him." Surprisingly enough, it was Donel who pointed this out instead of Hannah.
"Alright, well, now that we've confirmed it was a squirrel, can we keep moving?"
You gently shrugged Poe's hands off, giving him a small, appreciative smile as thanks - thus causing his eyes to light up and a dreamy look to gloss over his now-red face.
God, he was obvious.
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You all trudged through the seemingly endless road with tired expressions. Not much had happened since the little squirrel fiasco towards the start of your journey. Everyone was seemingly on edge, with the exception of Poe, whose awe-struck eyes never left your form for a second.
"My legs are killing me." You crossed your arms over each other, frowning at the dull ache in both your legs.
"Yeah? Well, who do you think-?"
"I can carry you!" Lyle was cut off by the other brown-haired male who pushed him to the side and entered your vision, eyes sparkling and eager to please.
"Uh... on second thought... I might be able to walk for a little while more."
You backed away with a nervous grin - unfortunately, this meant you couldn't see what you were walking into and, therefore, were unable to stop your foot from sinking into a... pressure plate on the road?
"What the... FUUUU-?!"
In an instant, the ground underneath you gave way - sending you all falling down into a dark abyss of which you did not know the contents of.
"OH MY GOD, WE'RE GONNA DIE!"
"SHUT UP, LYLE! IF I'M GONNA DIE, IT'S NOT GOING TO BE WITH YOUR VOICE BEING THE LAST THING I HEAR!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ABOUT TO DIE SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF IDIOTS!"
The air felt like blades against your skin, engulfing you in a suffocating hug that you couldn't escape- a hug you couldn't breathe in.
You couldn't breathe.
How..?
How could you not breathe when air surrounded you? When everywhere you looked... there was something to inhale?
How, then, were you unable to breathe?
It didn't make sense... none of it made sense!
This wasn't fair!
You couldn't die like-!
"Y/N!" Arms wrapped around you, snapping you out of your thoughts and bringing you back to reality.
There, with a gentle smile on his face, was Poe - free-falling with you now in his arms.
How did he reach you..?
"Don't worry, you won't get hurt." He whispered into your ears, voice so reassuring you couldn't help but believe him. "Just hold me tight, I promise you'll be fine."
And so you did.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on tight as he flipped over - making sure his back faced the ground instead of you.
With no other option, you put your trust in him completely before your eyes screwed shut, unknowing of the fate that awaited you.
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"I'm not dead?" The first voice you heard when your eyes opened once more was that of Lyle's.
"Ahahaha..." The second voice was Poe.
Speaking of Poe, your hands were still wrapped around his neck and your vision was still obscured by his chest.
Your eyes widened, arms moving immediately to push yourself up - eyes locking onto his beat red face, hidden awfully behind his arm, and his dazed smile.
"Fuck... haha... I'm unworthy..." There was something unnerving about the laughter coming out of his mouth; the dreamy look he's not even putting effort in trying to hide; the red hot blush covering his face from ear-to-ear.
Officially freaked out, you scrambled to get up - right hand making contact with the plush ground and sinking down by a hefty amount.
Strange.
It was soft, cloud-like almost.
"These pillows broke our fall." Hannah pointed out, "They're soft enough to do so."
"What is this place?" Donel looked around, eyes landing on the walls littered with... illustrations? "These drawings..."
Once you got up and escaped the unsettling scene you were laying over, you joined Donel's side - observing the wall along with him.
Almost every illustration had one thing in common - a woman dressed in robes and drawn with a sun shining behind her head, donning jewellery from head-to-toe.
In one drawing, she was shown hugging a man to her chest. In another, she was shown placing her hand on top of wounded man's injury with a glow emitting from her palm. Many drawings depicting her in a positive light were spread across the stone wall, all of the same size...
Except for one.
The biggest image of them all showcased her form towering over a crowd of people who were all kneeling down, worshipping her as if she were some sort of deity.
"That's weird..." Donel drew your attention back to him, "The woman in the drawings looks a lot like you, Y/N."
"Heh, funny." Your eyes turned back to the wall, "This looks like we've stumbled across some sort of ancient-temple-thing."
"Hey, Y/N, come over here." Dawn called out to you, beckoning you over, "Doesn't this statue look like you?"
Lo and behold, there stood a statue of the very woman this room seemed to be dedicated to. Same clothes and everything. Even her close-eyed, gentle smile was the same.
"Pose in front of her, Y/N." You jumped at Lyle's sudden voice next to your ear, "I wanna get a pic of this."
"Are you sure? What if I get some type of voodoo shit done on me?"
"Pfft, you won't. You look like her! How would you get some voodoo shit done on you?"
You rolled your eyes but complied anyway, posing next to the statue as he grinned, joyfully taking his phone out and snapping the picture he oh-so-desperately desired.
"Do you guys think this is some sort of ancient civilisation?" You stopped posing to gaze up at the large statue instead.
"It sure seems like it." Dawn gave her input, "This place looks like ancient ruins."
"Uh, guys?"
"Do you think this is some ancient Rome type shit?" Donel walked over to your side, now also observing the statue.
"Guys."
"Can't be. I've never seen this woman in ancient Roman mythology." You shook your head.
"GUYS!"
"WHAT?!" Hannah scoffed.
"What's wrong with Poe?" Lyle redirected all of your attention to the mumbling mess on the ground that was Poe.
There he laid, still in the position you left him in, the blush on his face never seeming to fade. His expression remained dazed.
"He's been like that for so long now."
"He's such a freak." Hannah looked down in disgust. "Why did we let him into our group again?"
"Don't say that." You lightly reprimanded her. "Sure, he's a little weird but he just has a silly little crush."
"Crush?" Lyle scoffed in disbelief. "He worships you. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a whole shrine in his basement dedicated to you."
The thought made your face contort into a grimace.
"Haha... bea..... she lo... so .....iful..." His incoherent mumbling was very creepy. Hell, the fact that he'd been at it for the past 15 minutes was very creepy.
"Can someone snap him out of it? He's really creeping me out."
Everyone's eyes fell on you.
"Bruh. I don't wanna do it!" You took a step back.
"I'll do it." All eyes turned to the dark-skinned male.
You sighed in relief before sending him a fond smile, to which he responded to with a nod.
His feet made contact with the pillows once more, partially sinking down as he made his way to the mess on the ground, demanding, "Oi, Poe. Get up."
The male on the ground either ignored him or wasn't able to hear him, for the mumbling continued. "Haha... lo.. .o ..ch....."
"Dude." Donel crouched down before nudging Poe hard enough to bring him out of his state.
"Hu... huh..?" Poe's cloudy eyes turned clear as he made eye-contact with your best friend.
A few beats passed in silence.
Then, the albino slowly stood up and made his way over to you, standing beside you as though nothing had happened.
Weird... but you had bigger matters to attend to.
"Ooookay then, let's keep going. We don't wanna be stuck in this room for too long." You ushered everyone into the only passageway that lead out of the room.
"This is some Indiana Jones type shit, you know?" Lyle smirked, taking the lead.
"Weren't you the one who was scared shitless that we were all going to die?" Hannah side-eyed him.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Say that to Y/N's shoulders."
"Hey," You tapped on Donel's shoulder. "Thanks for stepping in for me back there."
The corner of his lips quirked up, "You getting all sappy with me, N/N?"
"It's just..." Your gaze casted downwards. "I'm not sure how to feel about all this... I'm not sure we'll..."
"Hey." A hand placed itself lightly upon your shoulder, causing your eyes to automatically trail it and meet with your friend's very own dark hues. "We're gonna be fine, a'ight? I've known you since we were kids, I won't let anything happen to you."
The sincere expression on his face had you melting, sinking into the warmth he always seemed to radiate just for you. A familiar sense of comfort washed over you and you found yourself believing his words more than you had Poe's while everyone was free-falling through the air.
Speaking of Poe...
"Y/N? Are you alright? Uncomfortable? I can carry you if you want! Better yet, I can bend down and you can use me as a chair if you're too tired to go on!" The male with skin that couldn't be more different than that of your best friend's, slotted himself in-between the two of you; harshly shoving Donel to the side in order to get to you.
"Uhhh..."
"Oi, dickhead." Scoffed Donel. "The fuck was that for?"
"You were touching Y/N." Poe didn't even bother looking at your childhood friend as he said that.
"Wha-?! I touched her shoulder. She's my fucking best friend, am I not allowed to touch my best friend now?!" Donel's temperament was always short, it was very easy to piss him off but, for once, you understood why he was so peeved.
"No."
"Why you little-!"
"Guys!" Hannah's frantic voice interrupted the argument that was about to ensue.
It was strange to hear Hannah speak in any tone that wasn't a deadpan so all of your attentions were instantly drawn to her.
It was then that you noticed the large amount of people dressed in dark robes that surrounded your other 3 friends.
Ah shit.
"Uhhhh, can we help you?" Dawn awkwardly smiled, as though the people had no malicious intent and were just there to explore like yourselves.
No one responded.
By now, it was obvious to tell that everyone in your group was creeped out. Well... everyone but Poe.
How did you know Poe wasn't near as unnerved as the rest of you? Simple. Through the arms that snaked themselves around your waist and the head that stuffed itself into the crook of your neck.
"You have no idea... how long we have waited for this moment... haha..." His grip grew tighter and his head buried even further into your neck. It was almost as though he was trying to become one with you.
"Wha-what the fuh-fuck is going oh-on?" Lyle took a step back, his cowardice nature seemingly overcoming him and rendering him incapable of speaking without a stutter.
"Shut up." A deep voice coming from one of the cloaked people completely rendered the brown-haired coward speechless.
"I knew he was fucking insane but no one listened!"
"SHUT UP, HANNAH! THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE PLAYING THE 'TOLD YOU SO' GAME!" Snapped Donel, glowering at the usually-composed female.
Your breathing grew labored, fear clawing at your insides.
Fuck!
You couldn't breathe again.
How does this keep happening to you?
"What do you want from us?!" The hazy image of a female backing up just barely registered in your mind.
"Our saviour returns to us!"
Cheers were the last sound you heard before your whole world turned black as you fell out of consciousness.
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For the second time that day, your eyes opened to an unfamiliar room.
You attempted to sit up but found that there was more resistance than usual. Something was weighing you down and it was coming from your chest.
Your head tilted down, gaze landing on the pure gold necklace resting on your person. In fact, you seemed to be shrouded in quite a lot of gold now that you took a good look at yourself. Along with all of the jewellery you were wearing, was a pure white outfit similar to the one you saw on the illustrations that littered the first room you fell into with your friends.
Your friends!
Where were they?
Your head spun around the room, not a soul in sight. The only things to greet you... were the grandiose furniture lathered in gold all around the room.
This room truly looked fit for royalty.
Unfortunately, royalty was not what you were looking for. It was actually quite far from what you were looking for.
You tossed your legs over the side of the huge bed, slowly willing yourself to get off the (extremely) comfortable surface and go look for your friends.
Your feet barely made any noise as you traversed from one end of the room to the other, eventually reaching the door and grabbing the handle.
You prepared to open it up when, suddenly, you were yanked forward as the door seemingly opened on its own.
A light gasp was the next thing you heard, followed by the words, "Saviour! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"
You blinked twice, being met with a bowing woman wearing an outfit fitting of a maid from many years ago.
"Huh?"
"I didn't mean to yank the door open while you were on the other side! I didn't know!"
"Uhh... it's okay..?" You rose a brow.
"Ah! The Saviour is so benevolent!" Her eyes sparkled as she looked up once more.
"Woah woah what? What's with all this 'Saviour' shit?"
"We have awaited your return for decades and now you have finally graced us with your presence once more!"
"Wha-? I'm sorry, you must have gotten the wrong person." So those people that surrounded you and your friends were part of a Cult? Figures, that place was perfect for something as messed up as a Cult.
"That can't be, our very own prophet observed and verified your identity." The maid shook her head in denial.
"Your very own prophet?"
"Yes! You know him! You were even kind enough to allow him the opportunity of being close to you!"
Allowed him the opportunity to be-.
Oh.
Oh no.
Fuck!
You should've listened to Hannah when she told you he was a freak from the start!
Wanting to be nice to people really screwed you over this time, huh?
"Speaking of our leader, he asked of me to escort you to the shrine." The maid bowed down once more.
"No thank you... I'll just grab my friends and go..." You tried to turn and leave but found yourself face-to-face with the maid once again as she swerved around you to block your exit.
"Oh but-! We have prepared so many gifts for you! And Raya has missed you so much!"
"Raya?"
"Your mythical beast."
"Mythical beast?"
Okay. These people were definitely crazy.
"Look... you seem like really lovely people-" not "- but I really need to get going so if you could tell me where my friends are, I'd really appreciate it."
You casted her an awkward smile along with two thumbs up.
"You will be able to find out once you go to the shrine, I promise!"
Alright, this girl wasn't letting up. You had a feeling you wouldn't get out of here without complying. It was an unfamiliar place so running aimlessly would just be stupid. Your best bet was to go along until you'd found your friends and then book it the second you saw an opening.
"Okay, fine. I'll come with."
"Yay!"
She grasped your hand and tugged you away with a pep in her step, expression molded into one of glee.
”Let’s go see Raya first!”
She led you through a corridor littered with those illustrations you saw in that room you and your friend fell into. Somehow, meeting someone as devoted as the maid made those drawings look that much more creepy.
You walked past lots of people, each one stopping before you to bow their head before resuming what they were previously doing. You could even catch some people talking about you.
"Is that her?"
"Wow! The Saviour herself!"
"What an honour!"
It was... weird.
"We're here!"
She opened a large gold-plated door, revealing a giant tiger on the other side. A giant tiger that bared its teeth and growled at her.
Well, it wasn't mythical but it sure was a beast.
"Raya! We have found your mistress!" The maid seemed unphased by the mammal - you, however, cowered behind her.
You nearly shrieked as she pushed you forward, gesturing her hand towards the beast. "Are you crazy?! That thing'll eat me alive!"
"Nonsense, Raya loves you, she'd never hurt you like that."
Your shrunken pupils landed on the growling form of the tiger, whole body shaking in fear of it pouncing on you. "Nice, kitty..."
"Go on, pet her."
Your hand slowly reached out, eyes squinted shut.
This was it, the razor sharp teeth of this feline would pierce a whole right through your hand. So long, left hand, it was nice knowing you.
Wait- this was way too soft to be teeth.
You opened one eye and stared straight at the soft fluffy fur that your fingers ran through, both eyes opening wide upon hearing the big cat purr and witnessing it press further into your hand.
"Aw, such a fateful reunion!" The maid cupped her face with glossy eyes, way too into this moment than she should be.
"Reunion? I've never seen this tiger in my life." You deadpanned.
"Ah, nevermind that, we must go to receive your 'welcome back' gifts!" She clapped her hands before gesturing you to follow after her once more.
The both of you walked along the corridor once more, this time with the tiger following straight after.
"Oh my Saviour! Raya has never been so complacent!"
"Well, of course she is, that's the Saviour she's with."
"Only the Saviour can make Raya obedient!"
The constant praise and love you were getting was something you were not that used to. The only praise you ever got was that of Poe's daily worshipping or Donel's occasional compliment. There wasn't much else.
"Ah, she's finally arrived."
You shook your head from side-to-side, snapping out of your little daydream and finding yourself face-to-face with the very male who is the reason why you were here.
To your absolute horror, however, he wasn't the only person you found yourself familiar with in the room.
"Y/N!" Dawn yelled, struggling against the hands that restrained.
The loud sound of a slap echoed through the room.
"Do not utter the Saviour's name so casually." The male, who slapped her, shouted.
"The fuck do you mean? She's our fucking friend!" Scoffed Hannah.
Another slap.
"You are not worthy of the Saviour."
"Not worthy, my arse."
"ENOUGH!" Yelled Poe. "You shall be the first sacrifice."
"Sacrifice?" Your eyes widened in alarm. "Woah woah woah woah. I don't want any sacrifices, that's just unnecessary."
"Nonsense, my Saviour. You need to regain your power and you are unable to do so without sacrifices." Poe regarded you with loving eyes before his gaze turned back to your friends. "Bring up the first sacrifice."
Hannah struggled in vain, unable to stop herself from being dragged to the top of the stage that rested before a gold-plated throne.
"Have the Saviour seated, Maya."
The maid beside you bowed her head. "Of course, Sir Poe. Right this way, my lady."
You were taken to the seat. Although, it wasn't without resistance.
"LET GO OF ME!"
"Please, don't struggle. I wish not to harm you."
"STOP! LET GO!"
"Y/N!" Donel was able to free one of his hands before it was immediately seized again.
You were roughly shoved onto the seat before being held down by several of the 'followers'.
"NO! STOP! I DON'T WANT THIS!" Tears were now freely flowing down your face, all your energy used up as your struggling slowly was put to a stop.
"With this sword I hereby bestow the life force of this lower being onto our Saviour."
"No... please..."
"I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FUCKING FREAK!" Screamed Hannah.
"In the name of our Saviour!"
The sword sliced right through your beautiful friend, piercing her straight through the heart right in front of your eyes.
What made this experience truly terrifying, though, was the green light that seeped through her mouth and eyes before entering your own.
In an instant, the energy that left you before returned tenfold. The feeling was invigorating. It was like electricity was running through your very veins. It felt wrong but oh-so-right.
The moment was over as quick as it started though, leaving behind the bleeding body of someone you considered to be a good friend.
"Holy shit..." Lyle was trembling.
"Fuck..." Donel looked unnerved.
"..." And Dawn? She looked like she had accepted this as the inevitable.
The horrible, ugly feeling of guilt clawed it's way through your insides, a devastated expression finding its home on your face.
"Bring in the next one. Feed this one to Raya." Poe glared down at Hannah's body, mustering up the audacity to kick it.
"No... no! Nononononono!" Lyle screamed. "Please please please! I'll do anything! Just please spare me! I'll even join this stupid Cult! Please!"
"Silence." Poe scoffed. "You could never worship our lovely Saviour the way we do."
He cried, wailing and whining like a baby, terrified for his life.
"No... please... stop... don't hurt him..."
"In the name of the Saviour!"
Suddenly... silence.
Lyle's wails were no more.
Just like before, a green light left his eyes and mouth, entering yours just like Hannah's did.
The power rushed through you once more but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Too hurt by the death of your friends to bother acknowledging the power.
"No. Please... no more..."
Dawn was then taken, however, unlike the other two, she did not struggle.
Her eyes were dull, lifeless almost. It was as though you were already staring into her corpse.
She said nothing. Didn't whine. Didn't cry. Didn't curse.
She merely bowed her head down and shut her eyes.
"Ooh! I like this one!" One of the followers from the huge crowd witnessing this spoke up.
"In the name of the Saviour!"
Another surge of light. Another sickening sense of guilt.
Until finally...
"No..." Your eyes grew wider than before, more panic heard in your tone. "No! Not Donel! Anyone but Donel!"
They were taking him. Your childhood friend. They were taking him from you! They were going to kill him!
"NO!"
"In the name of-!"
"STOP!"
Your eyes flashed white, your hair defied gravity, and your voice resounded several times.
A huge force pushed back everyone in the room, causing them to either stumble and fall or slam straight into a wall.
A chorus of gasps resonated through the room.
"DON'T HURT HIM! THAT IS AN ORDER!"
"A direct order from the Saviour herself!"
"Oh no! We've really upset her!"
"Pray, everyone, pray! Beg for her mercy!"
No one moved.
No one said a word.
Not until Poe spoke up. "Very well, if it's a direct order from the Saviour. Who are we to disobey?"
Your hair fell back down as your eyes returned to normal, relief coursing through you.
And then... alarm.
"What the fuck was that?!" You screamed.
"Your powers have awakened, Saviour! It is a wondrous day!" Maya clapped from beside you.
"Yes! A great day indeed! We shall celebrate!" Grinned Poe. "First, take him away."
"What? I told you not to hurt him!" You glared.
"And hurt him we won't." Poe smiled gently, well as gently as a murderer could. "We simply need to... reform him. Can't have him running around with his current mindset."
"Huh?"
"Nevermind that! Now is a time for party!" He then turned to the huge crowd of people. "Our Saviour has returned to us!"
"Long live the Saviour!"
BONUS
The past few months have been spent worrying for your bestfriend and wondering where they took him.
Anytime you inquired about Donel's whereabouts, the topic was switched to something else and the question was straight up dodged. The only concrete answer you've gotten about him is that he's alive and unharmed. That, at least, quells your worry a little.
Regardless, you really missed him.
You missed having people to talk to like a friend instead of talking to people who praise you after every sentence you utter.
Hell, you couldn't believe you were saying this but... you missed being insulted.
You missed the feeling of being offended. You missed cracking a corny joke that no one laughed at. You missed being yelled at.
You missed being a human and not some otherworldly being worshipped for merely breathing.
"Saviour!" Poe's voice broke through your thoughts. "I have a gift for you!"
"NO MORE SACRIFICES!" Your eyes flashed all white and your hair rose for a split second, features quickly returning back to normal upon witnessing the look of surprise on Poe's face and clearing your throat. "Ahem. I mean, I don't really want it if it's a sacrifice."
"Don't worry, my Saviour." His eyes glazed over with that familiar look of infatuation you were very well acquainted with. "It's not a sacrifice! In fact, it's even better."
He stepped to the side, revealing your dark-skinned friend in all his glory.
"Donel!" You rose from your throne, flinging yourself onto the male you hadn't spent a moment not thinking about. "I missed you!"
"Wow..." His voice was barely above a whisper. "The Saviour herself is hugging me."
"Wha- what?" You frowned, pulling away to gaze into his eyes. His eyes that were now glazed over in that oh-so-familiar emotion you'd come to despise. "Donel..?"
"It was rather hard to get him so devoted to you but we managed it in the end."
You couldn't believe it.
Gone was the Donel who playfully smirked at you when he walked by your side, teasing you about your height. Gone was the Donel who's temper would end up landing him in many fights he would emerge victorious from. Gone was the Donel who was once your best friend.
In his wake... was an empty husk of what he once was, now reduced into another worshipping vessel for you.
And yet...
You couldn't bring yourself to care.
"Oh, Donel." You pulled him back into your embrace. "How I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too, Saviour."
Fun fact! I got the idea for this from the movie pitch perfect lmao. Don't ask how, it just came to me too suddenly.
#cult#yandere cult#yandere#yandere male#yandere x reader#x reader#female reader#tw kidnapping#tw sacrifice#lowkey harem#dark arts
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So I was thinking about some things and I realized that there's some very good potential for extra angst with how I think Sun may die..
I wonder if Eclipse will try to sacrifice himself for Solar but he'll find Sun's dead body and.. unconscious Solar lying nearby :)
Because I think that Sun will make this suicide/sacrifice to bring Solar back.. and I think that he'll succeed :D
Because I realized something.. we didn't have proper character development for Solar.. his character arc felt underwhelming with how much he did in the show..
And then it hit me! Ofc Solar will come back and ofc it had to be Sun who will sacrifice himself.. because it'll be a parallel to how he came to existence in his home dimension >:)
And from what I know about Davis - from his fans - that he likes to make characters he voices to suffer.. so it's only fitting to bring Solar back and make him suffer the loss of Sun once again in very similar way it happened before <3
I wonder though if Sun will end up being in a coma or maybe they'll come up with something different? If it'll be coma I need to see Sun's mindscape ^^
One thing I'm sure of is that Sun's sacrifice will be different from Old Moon's.. due to this being also a suicide - and I mean that Sun will do it himself, he'll just kill himself..
I also wonder how he'll do it? I have some ideas but I'll keep them for myself for now..
I wonder when it'll happen.. for now I think that things are brewing in Sun's head.. I wonder what will be a final push..
#sun and moon show#sams#sams sun#sams moon#sams eclipse#sams solar#tw suicide#tw sacrifice#tw character death
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*hold gun cutely* Your turn to share headcannons for us to stea- take inspiration from
I find this so funny because there was a period of time where I only posted HCs… and it’s so weird bc damn I don’t do that anymore huh
A lot of my HCs have obviously changed in the 2/3 years I’ve been posting for this fandom, so…
Ahem.
If you ever want any SPECIFIC HCs, do ask, like I’m genuinely happy to offer any info you want. Anyways
DIVINE WARRIORS, because mfers keep talking about them.
TW, for like, sacrifices, and attempted child-murder/sacrifice... and child-on-mother cannibalism... if it counts as cannibalism when the child is a god.
They’re all gods or god-adjacent. Everyone talks about how they are making them not all gods, but fuck that man I find this fun.
They all reach their godhood in different ways, though. and godhood is something that is... complicated. fluid, even.
i'm just gonna talk about Shad (Judgement, in LR) and Irene, tho, bc otherwise this post would be mega fucking long. and i'm pretty sure i have a Kul'Zak ask anyways.
Y'know how people say 'the world is your oyster'? Well, the world is shad's egg. literally. He's the Draconic God of Death, and his entity was created in the belly (centre) of the earth, in heat and warmth and magma. He clawed his way out of the world, and this lore is mentioned in the prologue of LR, but his emergence from the core of the earth caused the earth to bunch up, and created mountains and valleys, and ravines. similarly to dropping a pebble into water, his emergence caused literal ripples. which is why most mountains and such are kind of in a radial pattern outwards from the 'belly of the world', which is just a huge fuck-off ravine.
That said, not all mountains, because it's been thousands/millions of years since his emergence, and things do change.
He was created as a god, before anyone knew what gods were. He was not the first being to exist, Early humans were around to witness his birth, but he is by far one of the most ancient. Hence why his followers call him 'the Ancient'.
Irene was born a god, though she was birthed by human parents. It's a whole situation, really, very lengthy. More about her mother than it really is about Irene. But she was born during the emergence. Her head crowned as Shad's emerged from the earth, and when he had fully freed himself and laid upon the cool ground, Irene was put into her mother's arms. Her and Shad are perfectly the same age, born at the same exact moment, to balance each other out. It's unclear which one sparked the creation of the other, but it doesn't matter. Both were born bloody and screaming, made to match.
Irene was, however, not born looking human. She was a creature from day one. And she was ugly asf too bc like, she's feathered in her creature form, and have you ever seen fresh baby birds? Them mfers ugly. So, reasonably, her parents' people went 'aa' and decided to sacrifice her to the juvenile god of death bc they have volcanoes now, they can do that.
However, Irene's mother was fiercely over-protective of her, and instead hid her in the woods to keep her out of the grasps of those wishing to harm her. She meant to go back and get her, so that she could find somewhere safe for her, but Irene's mother kind of got caesar'd (happy ides of march for two days ago), for trying to keep the fucked up little thing she birthed. Her body was dumped into the forest, and Irene ended up finding it and going 'oh a snack'. so... that's fun.
However, as is how blood magic works, when one of magic consumes the heart of another, they consume their entirety. It was how Irene claimed a human form, by eating a human heart, and whilst it wasn't particularly an instantaneous transformation, it also lead to her becoming a mother. If not for eating her own mother's heart, she never would've had the maternal traits that ending up characterising her for most of her existence.
half of the irene stuff wasn't even info on how she became a god lmao, just 'oh she was born that way... also she ate her mother lmao'
#could get into the metaphors but nahhhhh#tw cannibalism#tw sacrifice#tw attempted child murder#aphmau#aphverse#aphblr#rewrite#minecraft diaries#mcd#ranthredo#Lycoris Radiata/Ranthredo#maybe i should make a 'ranth lore' tag
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Bringing a bimbo to the ritual at the abandoned church (the devil doesn’t mind non-virgin sacrifices on weekends) and trying to get everything set up but he just keeps rolling his eyes at you and giving you attitude while he’s tied to the pew and you can’t help but wring his pretty little neck and kiss him hard on the mouth while you grind your knee into his crotch
#reliquaryofflesh#autoassassinophilia#erotophonophilia#heirophilia#tw violence#tw kidnapping#tw sacrifice#ftm nsft#ftm k1nk#ftm bd/sm#t4t bd/sm#t4t k1nk#t4t nsft#kidnapping k1nk#cult kink#tw bimbofication#ftm bimbo#tw strangulation#cnc kidnapping#bd/sm cnc#sacrifice kink#bd/sm k1nk#bd/sm kink#the reverend’s consort
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I have some COTL followers that I want to draw so bad but I have no idea how to draw furries so while I figure out how tf a snout works in a front or 3/4 view I’ll just describe them for now.
Haar was my first follower. They were a grey rabbit with white tufts of fur on their cheeks. I don’t remember their personality. Their name was actually lost for a while because of a weird glitch where all of my followers from before a certain point didn’t show up when doing a resurrection, but I never forgot their face. They started showing up again sometime after the update so now I have that record again. In my little bit of lore I have for them, they never got a grave because there were very few resources and their body was damaged in a way that would make burying them difficult (in the actual game I butchered them by accident while getting used to the controls), so the lamb gave them an unmarked stone with some loose things around it. Over time their name was lost to history and even the Lamb forgot, so when resources were plentiful enough that they could afford to give a centuries-old grave some attention they drew a picture of them from memory rather than writing their name.
Thebre is my oldest living follower and also my favorite. He’s also bugged in some weird way where he somehow lost all of his naturally occurring traits, which resulted in me getting soft locked whenever I selected him first in the mating tent. I don’t know if it’s been fixed but I’m sure as hell not gonna test that. He’s my spouse and im pretty sure he was one of if not the first that I married. This guy has died five separate times and it’s actually ridiculous. His first was via sacrifice because I had the Good Die Young trait and I didn’t want him to die in shame. The second was before the update that let them take off their necklaces because he had a skull necklace and I wanted to give him a gold skull necklace. The last three are because this dumbass managed to have his soul damned three separate times before the game was patched so that they’d return alive after you defeat them thrice. Two of those were because this fucker won’t stop drinking. I have a lot of lore for him that I’ll go into later but the one bit I will drop because it’s funny as fuck is that he somehow became lovers with every single god in the cult grounds except for Narinder, and that’s only because I’m married to both of them. This man fell for five different gods and I think that’s hilarious, so in his lore I decided that he has a one sided crush on all of them but doesn’t make a move because he’s old enough to remember who they are.
I have more but they don’t have much lore so I’ll cover them later.
#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl follower#cotl follower oc#cotl lamb#cotl sins of the flesh#tw cult#tw sacrifice
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It's dusk in late spring. The wind is still cool, but has lost its bite, blowing soft on my face as I walk. Perhaps dusk is not the right word, I don't know when dusk truly begins and ends. It's Blue Hour, when the world looks as if there is a colored filter over it. I'm still walking.
I'm walking towards the forest, towards the towering pines, mighty Oaks, and haunting Birch, with their many eyes watching my every move.
I'm walking and I come across a wall of evergreen cedar hedges. I know them, I planted them years ago, and nurtured them with my own hands.
I'm walking along the hedge wall now, and I come to an opening, a hole, a door, a gate, and entrance. I walk though and enter the Grove.
My grove, the one I made, the one for the old gods in these dark woods.
I walk around, and look at the trees I've filled this grove with. Oak, Ash, and Hawthorne. Cedar and Fir trees. And in the center, surounded by a short wall or stone, a large Birch tree.
This birch tree is special, it's trunk and limbs are large and wide around, it's strong and enduring. And near its base is a face I carved in it years ago. The bark are since healed over, but the face remains like a scar. A face I can turn to, speak to, and address my woes and worries, my success and triumphs. A face that listens without reproach or judgment. A face of an Old God in these dark woods.
The Blue Hour is nearly over, so I reach into the pack I'd brought with me, and I remove the rabbit that has taken comfort in its darkness. I hold it softly, I pet it, scratch it ears, and whisper quite thanks to this dear rabbit.
I remove my knives from its sheath at my hip, and with a practiced hand i draw its blade across the rabbits throat. It's quick, and bleeds out over the base of my dear tree. I cannot say there is no pain, but I can say that it is quick, and no uneeded suffering. I am not cruel.
I thank the rabbit, I thank the old gods, and I set about skinning and dressing the rabbit. I am not wasteful. I will eat the meat, I will turn the bones to a broth, I will add its fur pelt to the quilt that will keep my children warm at night. And I will leave its internal organs out for the other creatures of the forest, for the foxes and crows that make this grove their home.
I am not cruel, I am not wastful, I am greatful, I am thankful.
I dedicate the sacrifice to the old gods in the dark wood. I dedicate my life to them. And I will return to the Grove again in a months time, and I will repet this blue hour.
I walk again, my hands tacky and red, and I walk out of the Grove, through the woods, and out back towards the town. Towards the city and the lights and the people and in the back of my mind I hear a voice, a whisper, a thought, reminding me that the Dark woods will always be there, when it become to much.
I smile.
And I walk.
#loki#pagan#lokean#old gods#forest rituals#tw blood#tw g0re#tw animal death#tw sacrifice#blood sacrifice#animal sacrifice#pagan rituals#old gods and the dark woods#dark woods
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I love ur ej art so so much he's always been my fav <3 but I'm so curious about what the deal with the like, mouth wires? is in your art, very horror very interesting, but I am left asking why? /positive, what was its purpose in his sacrifice :0
HIII thank u for ur ask omg ok. i legit dont know how to tag this so imma throw it under the cut
part of the ritual was force feeding him human meat/organs. . that wasnt the first sacrifice the cult did (just the first 'successful' one) so they made the mouth wire thing part of the ritual so they dont gotta keep prying the victims mouth open.. 90% of my reasoning for it was just to make it look scary tho not cuz it makes much sense .
#omg what do i tag this#tw torture#?????#tw sacrifice#asks#hcs#THANK U AGAIN FOR ASK I APPRECIATE UUUUc#chatterbox#tw cannibalism#creeped
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I’m So Sorry
Warnings: left for dead, abandonment, betrayal, sacrifice, violence, injury, bruises, broken bones
Whumpee lay in the dirt, their chest heaving, their ankle on fire, and their whole body in pain. What had happened? How had everything gone so wrong?
“I’m so sorry,” Friend muttered as they stood over Whumpee, stick they’d use to beat Whumpee held loosely in their hand. “Whumper said if I brought you here, left you for them, that they wouldn’t hurt me. I....I wouldn’t survive being with them, Whumpee.”
“But I would?” Whumpee asked shrilly. They knew Friend had broken their ankle. They thought their ribs were just bruised. They could feel the bruising on their face. “How could you do this to me?”
“I’m so sorry,” Friend sobbed, “but better you than me.” And Friend turned and ran, leaving Whumpee alone and helpless.
“COWARD!” Whumpee roared.
Whumpee looked around where Friend had left them for Whumper to find. Left them for dead. Sacrificed Whumpee to save their own skin. Whumpee tried to keep the panic at bay as they realized with growing dread that they were in the middle of nowhere with nothing to defend themself. And they were completely helpless.
“Oh, Whumpee,” Whumper purred as they walked forward, “we are going to have such fun you and I.”
#serickswrites#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump community#tw left for dead#tw abandonment#tw betrayal#tw sacrifice#tw violence#tw injury#tw bruises#tw broken bones#juneofdoom#june of doom 2023#day 27#i'm so sorry#prompt: sacrifice#queue
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time to lose ur first live my dear Lev
#my art#digital art#myart#my post#art#digital drawing#digital illustration#my stuff#ocs#my oc#witches oc's#paint tool sai#human sacrifice#tw sacrifice#tw blood#tw restriction#idk what to tag it as#i just dont want anyone to get jumpscared and see smth they dont wanna see qmq
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Saustember day 6: Sacrifice
#tw blood#tw death#tw sacrifice#saustember 2023#saustember#empires season 2#empires smp#mythical sausage#mythical sausage fanart#please tell me if I tagged this incorrectly!
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(tw death, sacrifice)
Something I think about a lot is how Aja and Krel spent so much effort just keeping their parents alive, and then at the end of the show the parents wake up and then sacrifice themselves to save the world. Almost as if the reason they were kept alive was so they could sacrifice themselves in the end.
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GIRLLLL HOW DID U EVEN GET THAT URL (IT WASNT TAKEN???) (IF NOT WHO DID U KILL)
I just misspelled "Kangaskhan" slightly different and it somehow worked. It was a miracle, really. I surely didn't sacrifice 6 wooloo's to the sun god.
#snivy's ask vine#rotomblr#pkmn irl#pokeblogging#(btw this is /joke im joking i didnt actually sacrifice any wooloos.)#tw sacrifice
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Also I was right when I said that Sun will sacrifice himself just like Iron Man did... oops 😬😅😭
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Sorry if you already have a post on this or smthn! But I’m really curious as to why Aph would cannabalize people in MyS? And also is this a trait that’s in ur MCD rewrite? 👁️👁️
Can u maybe plz ramble about this bc I love the concept and I’m curious
(idk how coherent this is it was 1:30 when i wrote it and i haven't reread it lmao)
TW: Cannibalism, auto-cannibalism, sacrifices, blood magic etc
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okay
mmhm i can do that! i do have like 800 posts about cannibalism, but i don't think i've spoken much about it in my MyS rewrite.
Okay, basically, all of the aphverse series are somehow connected in my rewrite. Aside from maybe MID since it's set on earth… but like, MCD, MyS, A Royal Tale, Mermaid Tales, etc, all connected somehow. Every version of Aph is a reincarnation of eachother, aside from MCD Aph, who is a slightly more complicated case.
BASICALLY, Irene is an asshole. She had a lot of power, which she gained through sketchy means, and used in the form of sketchy magic. Particularly, she used a lot of blood magic, which was the form of magic which predated even her and Shad. It's a particularly taxing form of magic, and it requires a lot of sacrifice (literally).
Blood magic requires blood sacrifices, and lots of them, which Irene was lucky to have from so many many people, giving her a lot of freedom with her usage of it. However, specific sacrifices held a certain… magical value. Due to the emotional aspect of human sacrifice, it was the form that gave the most power.
All that to say, with all the magic that Irene had left after the war, she decided to pulverise herself completely. She knew that she couldn't die properly, as a god, but she could destroy every speck of her physical form (save her heart, which remained intact).
However, from the immortal pool of gore and viscera left behind by her death, Avra (my version of Aphmau) was born. This would be fine, if not for the fact that blood magic was what bound Avra into form (an SK got hurt moving through the temple, and the blood landing upon the stone did count as a sacrifice, even if accidental). This melded blood magic into her very being.
The only other relevant occasion where blood magic is melded into someone is THE SHADOW KNIGHT TRANSFORMATION PROCESS. And that is complicated bc technically the SK is the sacrifice… its weird, Sks are weird.
ANYWAYS, my point is that force-joining a living entity with blood magic causes them to have a very, very strong desire to consume juicy, juicy meat. For Sks, this often manifests in the form of craving the meat of the creatures they fear eating the most (Sks who have a fear of rats will want to eat rats, Sks who have a strong moral compass will want to eat people). However, as Avra's body was constructed from the immortal blood of a goddess who received a whole lot of human sacrifices, wow she now craves human meat (especially human hearts) above all else. who is surprised? but she will settle on others. This is because creatures of blood magic do not oft receive sacrifices, and so have developed to instead hunger for meat, and such, gaining their power from consuming the hearts of their prey.
This hunger is given many names. The Calling, The Hunt, it's a whole thing. It's all-consuming, and painful, and Avra struggles with it often.
ONTO MYS, this hunger carried over through reincarnations. I've made the small decision, pre-poll completion, that her first displays of cannibalistic qualities happened when she was young. She would bite other children often, and chew very aggressively at the skin of her fingers, and inside her mouth, and such. Her fingers are scarred from this, and she keeps her nails short bc the longer they are, the easier they are to tear off with her teeth. that said, she likely wouldn't actually eat anyone until much later on, even though she would frequently have intrusive thoughts about doing so throughout her life.
other characters who are Blood-Bound will also experience some displays of auto-cannibalism, biting tendencies, extreme love of meat, etc, though most are not as severe as Avra. They were merely transformed with blood magic, she was born with it connecting her every fibre.
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